Evening Star Newspaper, September 10, 1935, Page 26

FEATHER INHERHAT JULIE ANNE MOORE | and marched by & table and helped put | themselves. Carl and Rita settled on v the couch. Carl called to Selma to :‘efir’,fiffldnimr??d%sfifn‘&‘:.‘I,’,‘,’.,l’: come and sit with them, but she in- stupid, and let's get started,” she | sisted she preferred the fireside chair urged. “Selma and Carl have been | €ven without the fire. The fireside there for over an hour.” chair was on the opposite side of the Ann rode with Mollie in the rumble. [ room. #you said something about plnns.'} “Now for the coffee,” Mollie cried, the suggested. “Bill hasn't told us| and went off to the kitchen. Bill fol- anything.” | lowed. After a little it occurred to “He wouldn't” Mollie said agree- | Ann that she might help and she hur- @bly. The plans were simply that | ried across the room. Ann and Rita were to share Mollie's| At the kitchen door Ann stopped, apartment until they had an oppor- | abruptly, but too late. “I'm sorry, tunity to look around for & place of | she said, weakly. the)ry own. “There’s & world of| “For what?” Bill said. He had his room,” Mollie declared, “and 11l arms about Mollie, and Molle’s face probably be away all next week, Was ised, expectantly. “Conit on in, anyway.” baby.” He dropped his arms and Mollie Ann and Rita were delighted and | turned to the stove as casually as if grateful and sald so. Ann addea, | Pothing had happened. *“You're sweet, Mollie.” | There was nothing to do but go in “I don't know any one I'd rather|then, but Ann's face burned and she have say it,” Moilie laughed. “Be- | avoided Bill's eyes. She had wondered cause you are, too, Ann.” | about Bill and Mollie, but Mollie had “Old home week,” Bill growled from seemed so much more mature than the front seat. He was playing with | Bill, though probably no older in years, the radio dial and presently a voice | that she had dismissed the question as boomed: | of no importance. “s * * Expected to land at the| Mollie said she might take the cups Washington Airport shortly after mid-| and saucers, if she cared to, and Ann night. This is the first transconti- | quickly caught up the loaded tray nental blind flight ever attempted and | and hurried back to the living room. while the flyer himself insists that Bill came out behind her with the it is simply a routine experiment,|cream and sugar. aviation authorities look on it as a venture of the first importance——" | 4ance for a few minutes when Mollie, Mollie pounded on Bill's shoulder | gting on the floor with her back to until he finally turned the radio off. | the ragio, happened to glance at her “1 forgot to tell you, Bill. It's| watcp It was 11:30. Mollie smiled Lee Monday . . ." vy | a0d suddenly reached up and cut off “Good boy!” Bill beamed. “We'll| g rather good dance orchestra. 81l have to g0 down and see him come | «Gather ‘round, infants,” she called. in. He switched on the radio once|«rhe hour for the bedtime story has more and found a musical program. | grrived, I've something amusing to “Does Bill know Lee Monday?” Ann | el you.” They gathered, slowly, L S : | curiously. sat in a circle on the floor. Mollie smiled. “My dear, Bill Hud- | “My guest,” said Mollie, “was to have son knows everybody. He and Lee|grrived around 9. He hasn't—so he met up in Nassau or Bermuda or|won't. Now listen...This afternoon I INSTALLMENT I (Continued.) Bill protested the “mope” | Carl Balmer’s voice relieved the ten- They had pulled the rugs back to THE received a telephone call at the office from a man—a man with the oddest voice I think I've e.er heard. He| said: ‘Fuhrman Wells is lying at the | bottom of the reflecting pool out by; the Lincoln Memorial-—murdered.’ " Somewhere in that rather small room a brittle, rasping voice said, “‘Are you positive it was & man’s voice, Miss | ‘Winslow?” For a moment no one moved, then | Bill jumped to his feet and, turning | to the half-open door, saw Fyhrman Wells' lean figure standing there like a piece of abortive statuary. “Are you positive it was a man's voice, Miss Winslow?"” ‘Thoroughly startled, as they all/ were, Mollie made no effort to move. | She said, as casually as she could, | “Why, no—Fuhrman. I couldn't be positive.” sion for a moment. “It's an act,” he laughed. “Bring on the villian, Fuhrman.” “Fuhrman Wells putting on an act?"” Selma Runbrecker's laughter was a | high, contemptuous shriek. It sent & quiver up Ann’s spine. | A silence fell—a cold, menacing | silence. The effort to break the spell | | engendered by that silent spectral fig- | ure in the doorway had failed. Fuhrman Wells was speaking again, | his unpleasant voice as void of inflec- tion as before: “Miss Winslow—could you swear | that voice did not belong to some one now in this room?” Instantly Carl Balmer was on his feet, but Mollie, too, had jumped up | and she put a restraining hand on his arm. and said quietly: “What pos- | sible difference could it make, Fuhr- | man? I can’t understand your asking such an absurd question.” Fuhrman Wells' small eyes moved slowly around the semi-circle of puz- | zled faces, fixed at last on Selma Runbrecker: | “Within 24 hours, Miss Winslow, | you may not think that question so | | absurd.” Like a mechanical figure| | the man's narrow head dropped in| | what was meant for a bow. Then he backed out into the hall. The door closed softly. | All eyes were fastened on the closed door. No one spoke. No one moved until they heard Selma Runbrecker’s wail behind them. | (To be continued.) somewhere and came home on the same | — e boat and the boat was wrecked or ! burned and Bill and Lee saved a lot | of people and then themselves and— | well, it was something like that. You| see what a good reporter I am. Would | HOT OR < you like to go down and get a good | Jook at several million dollars v&alk-; COME N TOMORRO FuR-L\NED ELEECE COAT ing around on two legs?” “You don't mean Lee Monday?” | “The same, Ann. Lee Monday, the famous flyer, is a fairly recent develop- ment. Before he was out of knickers he was page one copy. The headline | writers used to call him the richest boy in the world. He wasn't quite that, of course, but he had plenty, and it had an impressive sound.” Many blocks beyond Thomas Circle the roadster came to a stop before a U-shaped apartment building and Bill pointed to two lighted the right wing. “The great lovers doing their stuff.” He turned to Ann and Rita. “You don't know these two, do you? . . . Selma is the great Senator Run- brecker's daughter. She has a brother slugged Deane, but he's practically non-existent . . . Carl Balmer's some- thing mysterious in the Justice De- partment. He and Selma think the great illusion is upon them.” Bill closed the elevator door and pushed a button. | Selma and Carl were entwined at| one end of the long couch ! “Just & minute, folks!"” Bill cried, running forward. “I'll untangle this and see what it is.” He pulled Selma up and introduced her. She was a pale blond with a round baby face! and curiously cold gray eyes. i “And this,” said Bill, “is Sherlock | Holmes disguised as Tarzan.” Carl Balmer bowed and Ann and Rita were treated to a close-up view of one of the finest physical specimens they had ever seen. He was tall and powerfully built and though there was & subtle suggestion of effeminacy in | the line of his mouth, this defect— | if it was a defect—was quickly for-| gotten in admiration of his magnifi- eent physique. “If you're a sample of the service,” Rita informed Carl, “it's no wonder the Justice Department is getting its | man.” Carl smiled and Ann saw in his eves what she had often seen in the eves of other men when they had come face to face with Rita's beauty. And then happening to glance across the room, she discovered Selma stand- ing before & wall mirror, pretending to fuss with her hair, actually watch- ing Rita in the glass. Ann found something disturbing in those small gray eyes and she was relieved when Mollie called to Selma to come to the kitchen and help with the sandwiches. Rita and Carl drifted off to a front window and stood looking down at the Street, talking quietly. Ann started to the kitchen, but Bill met her and pulled her back -to the couch. She sat down beside him and tried to hold up her end of & flippant conversation, but she was so weary she had to give it up. “Riding all day on the train :en ne:; expe{imce for me, Bill. I've ver been place: v Rl Ynnl{"‘ s before. Not even “You haven't missed anything.” “Sure . . .? I might have met you sooner, Bill.” | He looked down at her, head cocked | on one side. “You aren't trying to! make me, I hope.” . “Certainly,” Ann laughed. “Any reason why I shouldn't?” “I'll let you answer that one.” | “Well,” said Ann, “all T know is what | T pick up here and there. For one thing, I hear you don't take your | women seriously.” Bill looked at his watch, pretending | not to hear. “Say—we've got to hurry this up. It's getting late.” He got up | then and stalked off to the kitchen. | Ann looked after him, grinning. Rita | was right; he was spoiled, that man. And he still persisted in treating her | as if she were a schoolgirl. Ann re- | sented that most of all. ! Through the kitchen door came | Mollie, & slice of salami in one hand | and a long carving knife in the other. | “I want you all to listen to me minute.” She waited until Rita and | Carl turned from the window and smiled to assure her they were listen- | ing. Mollie said then, rather soberly“ 1t seemed to Ann, “I've invited & spe-| cial guest up tonight and when he| comes I want you all to be nice to him. It may not be easy, but I'm ask- ing it as a courtesy to me.” There was a moment’s silence, then Bill's voice came from the kitchen: “I'll bet it's Gen. Johnson.” No one smiled. “Or Mickey Mouse,” Bill tried again. Ann rewarded him with a snicker. Selma Runbrecker asked, calmly, #Is it necessary to ask us to be decent | to your friends, Mollie?™ “In this case, yes,” Mollie replied. Bhe whacked the slice of salami with the side of the knife. “Now on with the dance—and forget about it until] . he gets here.” | It was a combination s#ndwich and | buffet supper. They all found plates oLD—RAN EVENING STAR, W FOR vOUR A Budget Corner sell-out last time—more tomorrow The Budget Corner knew that it had scooped up a grand purchase—but you practi- cally had us breathless keep- ing up with your orders for this swanky fully fur-lined fleece coat. Now we have more—and take our word for it they were hard to get at 14.95. The fleeces are in rugged looking herringbone and checkered patterns. The lining is made from the soft- est, warmest rabbit’s hair. 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