Evening Star Newspaper, June 14, 1935, Page 29

| ENEMIYE - CHAPTER XXVL BITTER SCENE. HAT'VE you been say- (0 ing?” Alison _ whirled | round upon Daphne, her eves blazing with indig- nation. “Never mind that,” Robert inter- | fupted quickly. “It's got nothing w‘ do with Daphne. It's I who say that | must not.” b ut know nothing about him. | How can you? You've only seen him Alison protested. know him quite enough.” “What have you heard?” she de- manded. “I'd rather not talk about that,” he began, but Alison cut in. “You must tell me!” “Surely it's enough if I—" [ “No!” She could not control her | anger now. “You order me not to| meet him, you say he's not a fit| friend for me. It's unreasonable! I must know why.” Daphne was still sitting on the floor | beside the sofa, her long pink-tipped | fingers lazily turning the lengths of | cloth, but now Alison caught a qmck’ look flashed between her and Robert: | a warning glance that said “ Be firm!” Alison’s eyes became hard. | “Well?” she snapped. | “My dear girl, surely you can trust | me. Don’t you think you'd better just take my word?” Robert was un-| happy: he had never seen his quiet and gentle girl in this mood and it was not easy to be firm. “No.” With an immense effort, she eontrolled her voice, spoke coolly. “I'm | not going to take your word, father, | or anybody else's without knowing why. If you'll tell me what he has done I can judge.” “Aren’t you making rather a fuss over a mere acquaintance?” put in | Daphne sweetly. | “I'm talking to my father.” It was tude. but Alison did not care. “I think vou've made enough mischief | already!” “Alison!” protested Robert, | “1 know. But I don't want to hear what she's got to say! I'm asking you to tell me. What has he done Robert shifted uneasily: Daphne's eyes were on him, faintly mocking. | Alison was glaring at him, her eyes dark with rage. He coughed and shuffied. | “The man's & crook. my dear.” | “All right. He's a crook then. But ¥hat has he done?” “T'll tell you!” Daphne swung sud- | denly to her feet, scattering the pat- terns across the floor. “He calls him- ®elf Guy Westurn. doesn't he? That's not his name. His real name's Guy Lumley, and he didn't dare to tell you that. because he was afraid you | might find out the truth about him! | He's only too well known, you see! He said he was an architect, didn't he? 1It's not true. He is, he was, a doctor. A doctor who just escaped struck off the register, my “How do you know all this?" Alison was dangerously quiet now. “How? Because he had a practice out on the Riviera, at Nice, when I was out there, before he went smash. As a matter of fact, I was warned against him by some friends of mine.” Daphne was cool. slightly contemp- tuous. “There were stories, even then. | After 1 left the whole thing came | out and he had to chuck up his| Ppractice!” “What whole thing?” “I really think, dear,” broke in Robert, “that you must leave it at that. If Daphne told you. you prob- | ably wouldn’t understand.” “Do you think I'm as silly as all that?>” Alison gave a little harsh | laugh. “Even then, I think you ought to admit that older people have some sense, - dear.” Daphne’s tone was smooth. “Your father wouldn't inter- fere without enough reason.” “My father'd believe anvthing you ;;-m him!” Alison flung the truth at er Daphne let it pass with a faint ! gesture of despair: it was Robert who burst out angrily with “Really, Ali- son!” “I don't care. TIt's true! Ever since 1 got home she’s been trying to make trouble between me and you!" Now that it had come, the girl let herself go. She was on the verge of tears. “She hates me and she means to | come between us if she can, that's the truth! She hates me because I see | through her and I've found her out. | Bhe’s afraid T might tell you—" She | stopped short, choking the words back, | half afraid of what she had said. “Tell me what? You're being utter- Iy silly!” Robert was stern, almost as pale as the girl. { “Tell you that it's not you she loves, and that she’s marrying you for money!” | It was out now. There was a com- plete silence, the appalled silence | which follows when a bomb has burst. by the window OUTSIDE: their own comman Half a battalion of native troops, ripe for mutiny since the hanging at sundown of their native non-coms, Five white officers, trapped by SN Alison's hands and feet felt icy cold, her tears seemed to have dried up, frozen; sne was shaking all over. She said in a low, tense voice, “I don't care. It's true! And if she wanted to get even with me, she needn't have taken this mean, round-about “yLlM.en‘ Alison!” Robert's hand fell on her shoulder and he swung her round to face him. He was breath- ing quickly and his eves were steel hard. Daphne had turned a and had her back to them. “Listen, you're behaving quite unforgivably! When Daphne realized who this young man vas she came, quite rightly, to me.” “How could she know? She’s never seen him!" | “1 saw him the first day he came here, in the drawing room with you,” put in Daphne evenly. “But you didn't come down—oh! | You mean, you—you crept down and | listened,” Alison choked. “I came down behind you. You did not see me, you were too occupied.” Daphne’s voice was like a knife. “I was on the stairs when you went out. I recognized the man at once.” “You listened and spied on me and then came to father!” “She came very properly to me as soon as she had made certain,” sald Robert furiously. “Why didn't she tell me, if she thought that?” “Because youre a child, my dear, and too young to deal with things like this."” “If I had, you'd have thought I was interfering,” thrust in Daphne sharply. | “In any case, she was quite right.” Robert was growing firmer every min- ute. “This Westurn, or whatever he calls himself, is not the sort of per- | son you should know at all, the last | person to have lunch with aione. I don’t like that, Alison; that you should have had lunch with him without | letting me know. It wasn't playing the game.” | Because Alison’s conscience pricked | her on that one point, she could not | answer. Robert went on with rigidly | controlled anger. | “I was surprised, yes, and hurt, | when Daphne told me that you had | met him and were meeting him again.” | “How did she know?” It was a| challerige, | Robert hesitated. Daphne cut in | quickly. “A friend of mine saw you to-| gether.” “Who?” “Does that matter?” “All right, then, where?" Alison did not try to conceal her disbelief. “We're getting off the point,” Rob- ert was impatient. “The point is, that I forbid you to see that fellow again, or to have anything to do with him. Is that clear?” “I'm sorry.” She wasn't angry now: not even indignant. All her heat had been lost in an icy coldness which seemed to fill her, leaving her hard, calm, firm. “You mean you're not going to obey | me?" Robert was incredulous, slightly bewildered. In all his dealings with his daughter he had never had to face her in this mood. “That's exactly what I mean. You don't choose to tell me what he's supposed to have done.” Daphne laughed. “Supposed! My dear child, Dr. | Lumley was notorious!"” “Notorious for what?" [ Daphne gave a quick, apologetic | slance toward Robert as she replied, | “For his behavior toward woman, pa- tients, if you must know—especially | girl patients!” “I don't believe it!" The words burst. out. _Daphne shrugged her shoulders pa- | ently. “Quite hopeless,” that small gesture said, and very pointedly, But Robert intervened angrily. | Daphre makes an even more horri- ‘ ble statement, tomorrow. Ocean Flyer Hired. 1 Capt. J. R. Ayling, who, with Capt. | L. Reid, recently flew the Atlnnglc | from Canada. has been made a regu- | lar pilot with the London, Scottish & Provincial Airways. Just South of Arlington \ Cemetery Over Arlington Memorial Bridge on Upper ) Alexandria Eat on the lawn or en deck overlooking Wash- ington. Unlimited parking space.” Ten minutes from vour hat d as well as the tribes- men they came to punish. 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