Washington Woman Spy aka Cherchez la Femme

Calling counterspy, Washington calling counterspy, Washington calling counterspy, the word present, Philips H. Lord's counterspy. Backing our great army and navy at the front is our invisible army of United States counterspies,

who work quietly, effectively and swiftly, against the enemies in our midst. They are the dread of the German Gestapo, the Italian over, and the Japanese black dragons. Imagine the ace-counter spy of them all as David Harding, especially appointed with authority to work however or wherever he will.

Three weeks ago, in Washington, a very prominent bachelor by the name of William R. Terris stood in the center of his expensive apartment. The time, 1125 at night, a dim light burned on the little Ebony side table.

The terrorist stood there. His face was ash and white. Great beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead. Go on. You betrayed your country. Go on. Go on. Pull up trigger, you coward. Go on.

Sing, it was because of ill health. It's a clear-cut case of suicide, Mr. Harding.

You're the chief and what you say goes, but it's just the case of a wealthy bachelor in poor health. I admit, Mark, William Terrace probably did commit suicide. But remember this, world war, the guest-op or experts at making a murder appear to be a suicide.

Then you're really going to investigate it? I think I'll at least ask a few questions. Yes, sir. Now the no-terrace left, Mark. Said he was committing suicide because of ill health. I think I'll drop in on his doctor and see how bad his health really was.

You would know, Doctor, if Mr. Terrace was in for help. I was shocked at his suicide, Mr. Harding. From everything I know, Mr. Terrace was a perfect hater. That's quite interesting. I think I'll go over to Mr. Terrace's bank and see if finances were worrying him.