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CHAPTER Xll—Continued
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Our neighbors were coming back.
I rose to let them pass before she
answered me and when we were
seated again, she briefly and quick
ly patted my hand.
When the curtain fell and the
house awoke, 1 must have shown
my thought for Allegra looked at
me sharply as I took up her cloak,
and she said:
“You are a good egg, you know.
I think you’ve suffered a lot to
night.’’
I did not tell her how much or
why, I only answered:
“Not at all.”
She wrinkled her straight little
nose at me and jeered:
“Spoken like a gentleman of the
old school. Mr. Wagner got you
down and you know it. He helped
me, though, if that’s imy comfort.”
“It’s more than that,” I told her,
and she glanced at me again as
though she expected to find some
thing in my eyes that was not there.
We moved with the crowd into
the lobby and to the street beyond
where the starters’ whistles stabbed
through the racket of cars and, at
last, found a taxi-cab. I helped her
in and gave the driver her address.
“Must we?” she asked as I sat
down beside her.
I was a little stupefied by too
much music on an empty stomach.
1 said:
“You ask the blindest questions.”
“And you,” she answered, “don’t
seem to have any human feelings at
all. Aren’t you ever hungry or any
thing?”
“Anything! I’m practically every
thing. So what?”
“All right,” she snapped, “if you
Insist on being led, instead of lead
ing me, astray! I’d like to go to
Mino's.”
“Mino’s?” Somewhere I had
heard that name. She misunder
stood my hesitation and tried so
tactfully to reassure a poor em
ployee of her aunt that I smiled.
“One of the things I want most
in the world at present is a chicken
sandwich and a seidel of beer.”
“My child,” I told her, “your am
bition touches me. It does indeed.
Give me the address.”
The cab swung east at my new
order. I asked:
“Why should Mino’s mean any
thing to a boy from the country—
and what?”
“It shouldn’t,” she answered.
“Maybe, you’ve heard Grove or me
•peak of it. He likes it and he used
to take me there a lot. Perhaps,”
ehe added, and I thought her voice
grew tighter, “he’ll be there to
night.”
“That’ll be swell,” I said as heart
ily as I could but she marked the
hollow sound.
“You don’t like Grove. And it’s
my fault.”
“No,” I answered, “it’s probably
mine.”
“We’ll go somewhere else if you’d
rather,” site said meekly. “I don’t
know why I said Mino’s. If Grove
burned up with delight at seeing ei
ther of us but—l don’t know—l just
have a hunch.”
“Always play them,” I advised
her.
“Right,” she said and her head
came up again, “we’ll do just that.”
Mino, himself, sleek as a black
cat, ushered us into a wide, low
/ceiled chamber where a band pre
sided over a square of dance floor.
About the polished rectangle that
dancers were quitting, tables were
packed and beyond them along the
walls were high-backed stalls.
“Dance?” Allegra whispered to
Ine.
I shook my head. The smell of
food was hard for a starving man
to stand.
“We’ll sit over by the wall then,
Mino,” she told her guide. “Has—
has Mr. Paget been in tonight?”
Mino seemed desolated that Mr.
Paget had not. I did not share his
grief. I gave our order to the wait
er and prayed inwardly that he
would he quick. From the center of
the dance floor, a master of cere
monies spoke amid gusts of laugh
ter and retired as two lines of girls
pranced out on either side of the
band platform.
“The midnight show,” Allegra
said, lifting her voice above the din.
“Do you mind?”
“I can take it or leave it, I think.”
“Doesn’t,” she mocked, “any sort
of music please you? Have you no
savagery in your breast, at all, Mis
ter?”
If I had not matched her own de
liberation when food arrived, she
would have had her answer. Allegra
lifted her seidel and grinned at me
across it.
“Here’s luck,” she called through
the racket.
Suddenly the music paused, the
dancers held a complicated forma
tion and before applause rattled, I
heard a voice in the booth next to
ours. The band reviving, blotted it
out. The dancers stamped and
whirled. I sat with my seidel still
half-way to my lips. Reason told me
1 was mistaken. My cars defied it.
“It’s not poison,” Allegra said.
1 could not answer her. I was
back at the switchboard at the Mo
rello and the wheel had just come
off Miss Agatha’s chair and I had
left a voice—that identical voice—to
get its own number while I rushed to
the old lady’s aid. But the owner of
‘hat voice was dead. I must be
mistaken. And yet I knew I was
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not. I was not likely ever to forget
the thick foreign cadences.
I managed to smile at my aston
ished companion and slid out from
my place.
“Will you excuse me—just for an
instant?” I muttered and without
waiting for reply stepped around the
high back of my settle to the next
booth.
CHAPTER XIII
I hit my foot against the wine
bucket and I said;
“Excuse me.”
Instinct supplied the words. There
after, I had no others. In the booth,
where I had heard the dire voice
raised, sat lone and Lyon Ferriter.
I had rushed for an avenue to the
end of mystery and had slammed up
against a blank wall.
If my face were stupid with
amazement, the Ferriters’ were
calm. lone smiled, though I thought
her eyes widened. There was no
flaw in Lyon’s greeting.
“My dear chap,” he said and real
pleasure sounded in his easy voice,
“this is splendid. Sit down.”
He half rose and held out his hand.
I took it. Instinct still controlled
“Why don’t you play fair?”
me. My mind was crawling from
the wreck of another collapsed hope.
Perhaps I was beginning to have
delusions. Maybe, I had only imag
ined the guttural voice that I had
heard once before as the herald of
murder. I managed to smile and
released Lyon’s cordial hand.
“Thanks,” I said inanely, “I just
wanted—to say hello,”
“But sit down,” Lyon urged, mak
ing room.
“Do,” lone begged.
“A glass of wine,” her brother
went on and signaled a waiter.
“You’re a godsend. The fact is that
we’re killing time rather than”—
his lean face wrinkled in a faint
grimace—“go home. We’re also
waiting for Everett who was to
meet us here. We find Mine’s rather
more soothing than what the papers
call ‘the murder flat.’ Louis, an
other glass.”
“Thanks,” I said again and shook
my head. I did not dare inspect
now the fresh horde of doubts that
cried for attention. The most I
could do was to cover up and I tried
to keep my voice and my face quiet
as I went on:
“I’m in the next booth, with Miss
Paget. I thought I recognized your
voice.”
I hoped that by some sound or
sign he might show alarm. The
thick voice must have come from
this booth. I was as sure of this as
I could be of anything, but Lyon was
drawling on in his faintly English
accent;
“Then I’ll not ask you both to
join us, though you’d be most wel
come. I think I’m beginning to bore
my sister a bit.” The fondness, that
ever showed when he spoke of her,
softened his face now. “We’ve been
here,” said Lyon, “for—when did
we come in, Louis?”
“Seven-thirty, sir,” the lingering
waiter replied.
“For almost five hours, then.
Which only goes to show how much
misery loves any company, eh,
Mallory? I wish you'd have a glass
with us.”
The band brayed on. My mind
gyrated with the dancing chorus.
“I must go back,” I told Lyon.
“We were on our way home. I’ve
had a rather strenuous day.”
“Good God,” he said with a lit
tle shudder. “Who should know that
better than I?”
He frowned at the welt on his
hand. lone said in her husky voice:
“I think you’re pretty generous to
speak to him at all, Mr. Mallory.”
“Accidents,” I answered flatly,
“will happen.”
“Which,” Lyon supplied with a
crooked grin, “is scarcely news to
our family, eh? Good luck, old
chap,” he added, as I mumbled
farewell and backed away. “Nice
of you to hail us.”
As I returned to my table, I craned
my neck into the booth beyond. It
was unoccupied. That voice could
not have come from there. It had
issued from where lone and Lyon
sat. That meant then that Lyon—
I managed to smile at Allegra but
my pretense w T as poor. She asked:
“What is the matter?”
“Nothing in the world,” I lied, and
sitting down, hid my treacherous
face in the beer seidel. When I
lowered the emptied glass, I added:
“Lyon and lone Ferriter are in the
next booth.”
She dropped her voice to match
mine. Her earnest eyes probed and
pried at the mask I wore.
“What happened?”
I jeered to hide my own confu
sion.
“You seem, my child,'to have the
wrong sort of hunches. Unless your
brother is under the table, he had no
date with her tonight. They have
been here since seven-thirty.”
She was only half satisfied, and
mocked in turn:
“And I suppose your stampede to
their booth was just a social call,
eh?”
She was the one person in the
world to whom I wanted to tell ev
erything and I knew I would gain
merit in her eyes by confiding in
her. She was watching me with a
fairer version of her aunt’s derisive
grin. I only said:
“Curiosity rather. I thought I rec
ognized his voice.” Perhaps, for
that, the recording angel pasted a
gold star on my report.
“You are,” she told me, “the most
chronic liar I ever met.”
“You’re just beginning to appre
ciate my virtues,” I answered.
After a moment, she shivered a
little and drew her coat up about
her shoulders.
“Can the rest of them be dis
played in a taxicab?” she asked.
“I think we’d better go.”
I knew she was worrying afresh
over her no-account brother.
“There could be no better show
case,” I boasted, as we rose.
The band blared its climax; the
dancing girls skipped back to their
dressing room in a rattle of ap
plause. Beer rested uneasily in my
stomach as I got my coat and hat
from the check girl. I found my
self shivering. Not even the smile
i Allegra gave me as I helped her
into the taxicab dispelled my mis
ery. She was of the flotsam, the
dark whirlpool into which we all
were caught and whirled about ever
more rapidly.
We sat speechless while the taxi
rolled uptown until silence grew un
comfortable. I said at last, to keep
thought at bay:
“I’ll remember this evening. It’s
one thing more I owe you and your
aunt. I hope the pay-off will come
some day.”
I knew the words were stilted
while I spoke, but only half my
mind had followed them.
Lyon had been the murderer.
Why? Lyon had spoken over the
telephone, again in the restaurant,
in a voice not his own. Or were
those blunted cadences really his,
and the faintly English speech he
employed, part of a disguise he
wore?
Beside me, Allegra chuckled.
“Must you,” she asked, “behave like
Electro, the mechanical man?”
“Meaning what?” I heard some
thing more than jest behind her
question.
She said, with an impatient ges
ture:
“Meaning many things. Among
them, your pretense of dumbness.
You aren’t dumb.”
“Thanks.”
“Or not,” she pushed her attack,
“as dumb as that. Why don’t you
play fair?”
There was earnestness in her
speech. There was appeal on the
face turned to mine. The world at
the minute was filled with many
things I was unfitted to handle. Her
warm voice was blowing away ev
erything but thought of how much I
wanted her. I tried to get out of
danger.
“I’m at least,” I told her, "that
dumb. How haven’t I played fair?”
She did not answer for a minute.
Then she said in & quiet voice;
“I’ve told you more than I’ve e\ex
told anyone else—except Grove. I
I trust you a lot. Why don’t you
trust me?”
“I’d trust you with anything that’s
mine,” I said. I meant it too.
She laughed, but not as if she
were amused.
“So you say,” she answered, “Ycu
fall over a wine bucket, you’re in
such a hurry to see who is in the
next booth.”
She gave me the sort of look that
always robbed me of my wind. Then
she made it worse by slipping her
strong little hand in mine. Her
bright head was against my shoul
der.
“You’re pretty swell at that,” she
said.
I think the angel must have run
out of gold stars before he laid
aside my record that night. If I
forgot all but my need of her, it was
because her eyes and her soft mouth
dared me; if, for an instant, I let
go of everything I’d sworn to hold
fast and kissed her, at least, I
caught myself on the way down.
It wasn’t the sort of kiss I, or she,
wanted, yet it left us both breath
less. There was ringing in my ears
and I thought the cab had a flat
till I found it was the pounding of
my heart. The pressure of the dia
mond and platinum coronet against
my forehead helped me to let her
go. After a little, when I did no!
speak she asked in a shaky voice:
“Well?”
I said none of the things I wanted
to. I just patted the hand I still held
and dropped it.
1 (TO EE CONTINUE)
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NEW YORK.—Just how far Dr.
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S. A. in defending the Canal Zone
, ... . has been a
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To Hemisphere siderable ar
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Spanish speaking Panamanians,
many from the West Indies,
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ments.” This take-off, with
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ciplined people” stirred, possi
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Metal Workers' of his orgaai "
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Labor Status Quo one
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ously assailed the Labor Rela
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hours act.
Mr. Frey has been known as a
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scores of labor tracts and pam
phlets that he has written, there
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dox conservative opinion, “Bankers’
Domination,” written in 1933 and
charging the depression to the bank
ers. He is 70 years oi?. He was ed
. itor of the Holders’ Journal from
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