Evening Star Newspaper, June 6, 1937, Page 88

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(Offer good in U. S. only.) Copr. 1937, Daggett & Ramsdell segseneesss s THIS WEEK Magazine Section Voice From the Record against the cushions. Her eyes were closed and her lips compressed. “Who the devil s this Luigi?” “He's only a poor, simple fellow who's worked thirty years at Frangois'. That’s all,” said her trembling voice. ‘‘He made money; ‘twenty-nine took it. He had a wife, and buried her last year. There was nothing left to him except Frangois’, and on account of me . . ." He saw tears rolling down her face. “You'll be spoiling that fur collar,” he cautioned, sharply. “Yes . . . I know,” she whispered. She straightened, and poked at her face with a handkerchief. ‘I won’t spoil the party,” she assured him, with a twisted smile. ‘“‘What a heart you are!"’ said Mid- dleton suddenly. “‘I wish 1 could get my thumbs on the throat of Galliano and the rest of that racket. And per- haps I shall, one of these days. If I could pick up the trail through Joe Thompson . . . " “‘Hush, hush!” said the girl, sud- denly alarmed. ‘‘You'd be trying to handle fire. Promise me not to be foolish!”’ *‘At any rate, it’s nonsense to talk about it,” said Middleton. A pale man with thin lips and over- developed jaw muscles opened the door of Joe Thompson’s suite in the hotel. He looked big Middleton earn- estly in the face before he stepped back and let them enter, remaining silently on watch as they passed into a large living room whose space was large enough to accommodate two davenports. The thick of the rug took comfortable hold on the feet. Etch- ings filled the wall spaces and a mod- ernistic oil painting hung above the fireplace. Lilies leaned out of one tall vase and long-stemmed roses filled another; this setting was devoted to a red-faced man whose gray hair was combed vainly across a bald spot and whose fingers were wrapped in ten neat individual bandages. The com- panion who stood up beside him was a primitive type of brute whose swarthy face was set on a neck so short that when he turned his head, his entire body turned with it. “‘Hi, A1"” shouted the man with the bandaged hands. *‘You did put it on! 1 knew when I saw that ermine, I knew that would take you. By heaven, you're beautiful in it. What do you say? Ever see anything like her?’’ *‘Never,” said Middleton. *“Was it you who had me fired from Francois’, Joe?"’ she asked. i “I didn’t have you fired. Did the rats turn you loose? But that’s all the better. If you're out of work you can come and take a trip with me.” “How jolly,” said the girl. ““No cutting corners. I mean mar- ried and everything, if you want it."” “‘Some other time.”” She laughed. “Joe, this is John Middleton.” Thompson looked over his guest with a shake of the head. ‘‘He’s over- size,” said Joe Thompson. “I can’t fight in his class. Notice these mugs. They’re a couple of valets that I'm trying out. Al, I can’t shake hands, but I could hug you. . . Well, I won't then. . You might as well have the names to these two body-servants of Continved from page five mine You can’t hate a thing so much when you know the name of it. The silent poison there is Bill Carey, alias Dumb Bill, alias Billy the Kidnaper. The short guy is Pete Francabigi, alias Lefty, alias Dago Pete. ““You look like a fellow that’s been poured into vour clothes by a valet, Middleton, and you'll have to give me your advice about making a choice between these two. Cigarettes, Bill. And drinks. Don’t be a pair of dumb clucks. Act like you’ve worked in high- class dumps all your lives.” Bill Carey and Pete Francabigi looked with silent loathing at Joe Thompson. Then they set about their work in silence. Middleton decided to take a Scotch and soda, the girl some mineral water, but for his own choice Joe Thompson was more particular. “I've laid off on the hard stuff ex- cept a shot in the eve when I wake up and the day’s still asleep on me. Wine is the only stuff for a gentleman to drink, Middleton. Isn’t that right? Pete, bring out half a dozen bottles of that red wine and Mr. Middleton will say if I’ve been stuck. I'm gonna be a gentleman from now on, Al. Look at this double-breasted coat if you don’t believe me. I'm gonna have flowers on my table and a bookshelf with books on it. Expensive but sec- ond-hand, so’s they’'ll look like I'd read them. Pete, fetch me that walk- ing stick. All that stops me is the idea of spats. I'll be damned if I'll button a vest over my shoes; or do I have to do that, Middleton?” ““Not unless your feet are cold, 1 suppose,” said Middleton. ““I don’t think you’ll want this wine, Thomp- son. It leaves a bad aftertaste; but am I talking out of turn or do you really want to hear what I have tosay?”’ “Does he know his stuff, Al?"" asked Thompson. “Like a book,” she said. “Then talk your heart out, Middle- ton,” said Joe. ‘‘It’s gonna be a big laugh for the boys when I hit my stride; I’'m gonna knock 'em right out of their seats when I go down the street beside this Malacca. They set me back twenty-five bucks for that, Middleton. Was I wrong?"’ “Not very,” said Middleton, smil- ing at the dark, rich mottling of the cane. ‘“‘This Chateau Lafite is a beau- tiful wine; and for dinner you could have the Burgundy. Rhine wine and soda is a good evening drink.” ““Yeah, and that’s an idea,” said Thompson. ‘‘Pete, there’s a case of Rhine wine in there. Open it up. Bill, what you think of my walking stick?"’ Bill, staring at him with green eyes of hatred, said nothing. ““‘Answer me, you rat-face,’ manded Thompson, cheerfully. It secmed as though speech burned the innermost tissues of Bill Carey’s mouth as he answered: ‘‘Swell — for a punk.” “Bill, Bill, what kind of talk is that in my house?”’ asked Thompson » com- .gently. *‘Give me a cigarette so I can forget it.” ““What happened to your fingers, Joe?'" asked the girl. “l burned them getting hold of something hot,”’ said Thompson, ‘‘but I didn’t let go; and the result is that I Drawn by Reamer Keller “YOU BETTERSTAY OUT HERE—-YOUR WIFE'SPRETTY MAD AT YOU!" don’t have to work any more as long as I live. That’s why I decided to be a gentleman, Middleton. Nothing 1is what they spend their time doing, isn’t it? I don’t have to work any more, Bill, do I?"” Bill Carey, in the meantime, had taken a cigarette from a box, tapped it on his thumbnail, and placed it be- tween Thompson's lips. When it was lighted and Thompson had given a good pull, Carey removed the cigarette and held it ready for the next puff, watching his master with the intent eves of a hunting cat, full of savage patience. “I don’t have to work any more, Bill, do 1?”’ repeated Thompson. “Not till you burn in hell!”" said Bill through his teeth, and drew up a chair on which he sat as he held the cigarette again at Thompson’s lips. “I'm afraid that he’s not gonna do,”’ said Thompson, shaking his head sadly. ‘‘He’s got the looks and he’s got the setup; and he’s got the steady hand to serve the soup or the hot forty-five automatic; but he don’t know his manners, does he? Think of him sitting down in my presence! What kind of a valet does that make of him? Bill, get off the chair!”’ “You mean it?** Bill was able to say, after a moment. “What'll I sit on?" *‘On your heels, dummy, on your heels,” said Thompson, soothingly. 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