Chapter 5 of Wall Street Swastika: Life on a Chinese Junk Boat
“Dora, they met me at the stage door!” Rita Jolivet exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend, Mrs. Byrne. “I couldn’t believe it. They practically dragged me out of the dressing room. I couldn’t even scream. They clapped their hands over my mouth.”
Winston, Edward, and Dora took Rita Jolivet in the tender back across the bay to the cruise ship still docked in the harbor with everybody aboard staring at them. When they disembarked on deck 1 Dora handed a tip to the nearest valet to get a cabin ready for Rita —- whatever was still available it didn’t matter. She was obviously sailing with them the rest of the way to Southampton for the next four days.
Dora took her back to the cabin she was sharing with Edward to change. Edward and Churchill made themselves scarce in the bar next to the dining room before dinner. As Rita used Dora’s shower, Dora searched for anything that Rita might want to wear. The two friends took the same size so it was convenient as far as that was concerned.
At dinner Rita chatted on and on about the way she was thrown into a car that speeded through New York to the harbor and threw her on a Chinese junk boat headed north. it was a regular commercial ship that made deliveries of supplies and materials. The ship’s crew had been all male. She had been caged in the hold of the ship. The crew had tossed her scraps of food to eat when they were finished with their meals. It did not matter how much she pleaded with them to let her go, they could not understand a word she was saying. After all, they spoke only Chinese.
She was hauled off the ship last night in the middle of the night. She had fallen into a restless slumber only to be rudely awakened and manhandled as she screamed and pleaded to be told what was going on, though she knew they could not understand her. She was dragged up to the top deck of the Chinese junk boat and thrown overboard to men in a small craft below. They were the German spies who had captured her at her stage door to begin with! She supposed they had also sailed on the Chinese junk boat. She just had not seen them until now.
They took her across the bay to the lighthouse and kept her in the lighthouse keeper’s old quarters locked up until more German spies came to help them. It did not matter if she screamed and pounded on the old wooden door with rusty hinges. On an island far away from other humans in a deserted lighthouse no one could hear her.
“They must have kept me locked up there until they had your attention!” Rita speculated as she dove into her platter of roast beef with Yorkshire pudding served on a big platter in the main dining room for first class. They saw you on deck eating. I remember now.” She put down her fork for a second as they served her a second helping of wine with her meal. “I know a little German. They were talking about Winston Churchill and Edward Ware. Apparently this was all for your benefit, a show of strength for the Nazi Party leader.” Rita visibly shivered.
Dora nodded. She expected that much. They must have been sent from Germany by Hitler.
“Then they forced me all the way up the spiral staircase to the very top of the lighthouse. When I refused to walk and fell down, they poked me with the butts of their pistols until I walked faster. At that point I didn’t care if I lived or died. I just wanted to escape their malicious, abusive hands.”
Dora could only imagine how horrible the experience had been.
“You poor woman!” Churchill patted her arm. “What we don’t all suffer in the hands of the wily German head of the Nazi Party. “The Wall Street crash was the worst possible thing that could have happened. Now he will take advantage of the world wide panic and fear to push his awful political program.”
Winston winced and asked for a Romeo y Julieta Cuban cigar.
“You don’t have to recount what it was like to be pushed off the top of the lighthouse!” Dora said sympathetically. “I can imagine.”
“I just could not believe that a group of men would do that to a poor defenseless woman such as myself!” She took out her handkerchief and dabbed her eyes.
“The most important thing we need to know from you now,” Edward interrupted her. “Is this. Could you identify these spies if you saw them again?”
Rita nodded right away. She pointed across the room. “There are the rats right there!” She accused them. “They are all gathered around that table at the entrance to the dining room. They are all drinking and having a jolly good time. Even the one you shot seems to be there somehow. The bastards!”
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Chapter 4 of Wall Street Swastika: Rita
Dora could not be sure from this distance that the lady was Rita. After all, it was across the harbor. But somehow the bright print that she was wearing reminded her of Rita’s clothes. Also the sound of her voice was just like what Dora remembered.
Edward shot a look at Winston. “We have got to make it over there somehow.”
“The wily Hitler wants to take advantage of every opportunity,” Winston remarked. “He doesn’t waste any time. Wall Street crashing was like the starting gate. The gun went off. Hitler is already headed for the finish line.”
“Edward,” Dora pleaded. “We don’t have time to make it over there across the bay. They are about to force her out the window right now.”
Dora saw the women clinging to the edge of the concrete window sill, grappling for a hand hold while the miscreant inside the tower tried to do everything he could to knock her fingers loose and destroy her grip.
Edward took out his revolver. He had been an ace shot ever since his days during the Great War when he rode with Lawrence of Arabia. He quickly took aim and fired while Dora clapped her hands over her eyes. She could not stand to look in case he missed.
The lady screamed.
The Nazi agent who had been attempting to push the lady out the window at the top of the tower must have been hit. Dora did not see him anywhere. He clearly had not fallen out of the window. He must have slumped to the floor inside the lighthouse instead.
The lady was struggling to pull herself up. She had both hands on the window sill. She was attempting to get a foothold on the side of the lighthouse in the crevices between the stones.
“Can we make it in time?” Dora exclaimed.
“Over here!” Winston cupped his hands to his mouth. He had risen and was standing beside the ship’s rail. He was motioning and waving his hands arms about. He must be trying to get the attenton of a ship worker.
Soon a tender was being lowered down from an upper deck where it had been spending the voyage attached to the side of the ship. Normally the ocean liners did not use the tenders for any purpose except lifeboat drill withe crew and shore excursions ferrying passengers back and forth to land where there was no proper dock to tie up to. The tender was rocking back and forth before it hit the water right below where they had been lounging on the deck.
“Quick! Down to deck 1,” Edward yanked Dora to her feet. “We have got to board and get over there in a big hurry.”
Dora soon found herself floating across the bay towards the lighthouse while the lady still clung there unable to lift herself back up over the window ledge. She must fast be losing strength.
Behind them they were creating quite a scene on the ocean liner. The passengers were out on deck watching every move they made. The authorities must also have been notified, but Edward and Churchill were making it faster than the local police.
As soon as they hit the shore on Georges Island Churchill clambered off. Edward leaped onto the rocks. Dora straggled behind the men, trying to remember that she should not be wearing high heels. But nobody told her this morning that she was going to be saving people in a lighthouse by noon time.
The lady’s screams echoed through their ears as they climbed the spiral staircase inside the building. Edward grabbed the lady clinging there and dragged her inside the building.
Dora grabbed Rita Jolivet in her arms. They clung to each other and wept. They had seen Rita yesterday just before leaving New York. She was going to Paris to make a movie but had to stay behind to deal with her crashed bank account before sailing. Dora had given her a few thousand dollars to manage. They had made arrangments to meet at the Ritz on a weekend soon, and now here was her best friend in all the world being pushed out of a lighthouse.
Edward went through the papers of the Nazi thug lying on the ground. Winston was busy occupying the officious police who had climbed the tower behind them. He was deliberately keeping them out of the room in case Edward should find something sensitive.
“That bastard!” Edward exclaimed. “Look at this letter. It is straight from Hitler himself!”
Dora read the telegraph:
“Very clever, Mrs. Byrne. You leave for England and give the Lawrence maps to your best friend for safekeeping to give back to you later in Europe. But now we have the Lawrence maps!”
“Where are the maps?” Dora asked.
Edward pointed to his sleeve. They had been thinking of giving them to Rita Jolivet but had not done so. The Nazi party leader had been having them followed every step of the way to the ocean liner. He had made the wrong inference, but he had almost been right. He had left the letter with the Nazi agent to leave for them.
They had foiled Hitler but just barely. They were just one step ahead of the maniacal master mind.
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Third Chapter of Wall Street Swastika:
Dora and Edward retired to bed that night on the ship. They hid the threat from Hitler after sharing it with Winston. Winston wanted to save it to give it to the Prof, his friend from Oxford, to copy so he could keep better track of what Hitler was attempting.
Dora and Edward stayed in their cabin the next day and invited Winston over. They did not want to be seen in public on the ship. They could not be sure that Hitler had not stationed a spy aboard the ship to watch them and report back to the Fuhrer what they were up to.
Dora thought it was particularly eerie that Hitler has attached a note to a skiff at sea and let it crash against the ocean liner. The thing had looked like an abandoned boat and had haunted her dreams last night. It had even seemed ghostly.
The next day they woke up docked in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Their ship was tied up practically underneath an old lighthouse in the harbor. Dora asked the cabin steward. He said it was called the Georges Island Lighthouse. It had been here since 1876. She wondered why or if it was her imagination that she saw somebody at the top of the lighthouse staring down at her looking out her porthole window.
Winston suggested having breakfast on the deck in the deck chairs. Leave it up to the MP to like all the niceties that the cruise ship could provide. Dora did not want to encourage him. But she hardly had the courage to even tell Edward —- let alone Winston —- what she thought she had seen in the tower. She kept her eyes uneasily fixed on it as she sat down.
Dora could hardly study the menu. When the waiter showed up she said she would have what Edward had.
“Dora,” Edward chided her reproachfully, “your mind seems to be somewhere else!”
Winston had asked her a question. She had not heard what he had said.
“Mrs. Byrne, when you get to London, where are you going to stay?” Winston repeated himself.
“Oh, I just thought I’d stay at Ware Hall, I —”
She caught the look in Edward’s eye. He was shaking his head “no”.
She realized that might attract attention. They did not want to tip Michael off where she was. She had given him the lame excuse that she had to sail to England and then Paris because her old shipmate from the Lusitania, her best friend, was getting married.
“Oh, I guess I will rent a flat or stay in a hotel. Who knows?” she shrugged. That was not important now.
“Clementine would be glad to host you at Chartwell in the countryside. We don’t have any nosey guests right now, and that would keep you well away from the city and Hitler’s spies. Your husband also would be damn confused where to find you.”
Just then she happened to glance at the lighthouse across the bay. A gunman was leaning out of the tower aiming for them. Dora screamed as he began to fire.
Edward responded immediately without even seeing what was going on. He shoved her onto the floor and rolled on top of her. He knocked Winston under the table and overturned it. The tea things and trays went smashing to the deck as he used it as a shield. Other passengers farther down the deck screamed as the deck hand came rushing their direction.
A lady screamed and screamed and screamed.
“Edward, look!” Dora pointed up at the lighthouse tower. “It’s Rita Jolivet. They are going to push her out the window.”
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