Suicide Squad - Targets For The Flaming Arrows

On the seventeenth of August, a furtive Rumanian walked into the
United States Consulate in Berne, Switzerland, and whispered that he
had information to sell.

Closeted with one of the attachés, he put on a mysterious air, and
said that he could tell about the plans of the Flaming Arrow to wreck
the United States war effort.

The attaché frowned. "The Flaming Arrow? What are you talking about?"

The Rumanian became more mysterious, and at the same time more furtive
and frightened.

"It is the name of the one who can win the war for the Axis. He has
been in America now for three years. But only three men in all the
world know who the Flaming Arrow really is. Those three are Hitler,
Himmler, and Tojo, of Japan. The Axis has paid ten million dollars
over to the account of the Flaming Arrow, and there are ninety
millions more in banks in every neutral country which he can call
upon. For that sum, the Flaming Arrow has agreed to destroy American
war power completely."

"You're mad!" said the attaché.

"Mad? You think perhaps that I dream this? Let me tell you: There is a
school not far from Berlin, where the Nazis train the youngsters who
are smuggled into America to enter the ranks of the Flaming Arrow!"

The little Rumanian became eager, almost voluble. "But that is not
all. In Formosa, there is a small island, in the middle of a large
lake. None dares go near that island, for it is under the special
protection of the Emperor. On that island other men are trained, men
of a strange, vicious, mountain race. They are little, wiry men, taken
from Korea as children, and dedicated to the service of the Flaming
Arrow. These men, too, have been smuggled into America. All are ready
for the day when the Supreme Plan of the Flaming Arrow is ready for
execution. On that day the Flaming Arrow will wreck America!"

The attaché was annoyed. "Look here, my man, you've been smoking
opium!"

"But no! I swear to you that this is all true. I alone have stumbled
upon the clue, and I will sell it to you. Cable your government. Ask
them. They know of the Flaming Arrow. Ask them how much you may pay me
for information that will save your country!"

"All right," the attaché agreed reluctantly. "Come back tomorrow
morning at ten o'clock."

So a cable in code went off to the State Department: "What do you know
about Axis agent named Flaming Arrow? Am offered information in re
above but believe it of no value. Are you interested?"

Then the attaché promptly forgot all about it. But he was awakened at
two o'clock in the morning by an urgent radio message in reply: "Get
all information possible. Urgent. Flaming Arrow greater menace than
fifty divisions!"

Thoroughly aroused, the attaché dressed hurriedly and went to the
address which the Rumanian had left with him.

He was five minutes too late. The squalid room in which the informer
lived was a mass of flames. Firemen forced their way in, and came out
bearing the body of the Rumanian. There was still a bit of flickering
life left in him as they laid him in the street, with a two-foot arrow
protruding from his chest.