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Thursday, April 10, 1947
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CHAPTER VII
Synopsis: Posing as Rosa
Kirkman, Lotus Ames was
hired as a singer at Mlle. Du
val’s case. Lotus expects to
pick up information for the
FBI on dope smuggling in New
Orleans. She met Stacy Cor
bin, son of wealthy land own
er, and Herman Balch, Bun
dist. She told Lawrence, FBI
agent, and Balch that she had
seen waiter, Jacques, passing
envelopes that might contain
dope. Later Jacques was found
murdered. On Mardi Gras
night, Corbin took her to boat
to see unloading of boas for
Corbin’s father. Later they at
tended party of Corbin’s
friends.
“He’s probably just hungry.”
“What do they eat?”
“Anything alive, I suppose. But
what they get are frogs, rabbits
and guinea pigs. They’re fed ev
ery two weeks.”
“The other one doesn’t seem as
energetic,” she observed.
The larger of the pair had not
altered its position since the cage
had been lowered. He permitted
his mate to slide across his own
coils without resistance. Stacy
gave it a speculative glance.
‘He’s probably still under the
effect of the drug. I understand
they were to be given a shot of
something to make them easier
to handle.”
When they were in the car
again he turned and stared di
rectly into her eyes. Evidently
what he saw there pleased him.
“Have you any plans for Mardi
Gras, Rosa?”
“None at all. Chloe tells me
this is one night of the year
when the case remains closed.
She likes to go out and watch
the parades and excitement her
self.”
“Then come with me—”
“Where?”
“Oh, we’ll go places and do
things. I want you with me. You
see, this is my first Mardi Gras,
too. I’m a transplanted North
erner and I’m still not quite onto
all the customs. Come along and
be my moral support.”
She hesitated. Did she dare
leave Chloe’s house? The case
was closed —Balch would not be
appearing tonight and if Stu
Lawrence had further need of
her he would have told her so
that morning. There was a mys
terious quality about the Corbins,
and if Stacy had a few drinks
and became talkative, he might
explain his connection with Her
man Balch. She decided to ac
cept.”
“Where shall we go first?”
He laughed boyishly. “To a
party. It will take us an hour or
two to get there in this traffic,
but there’s no hurry.”
Stacy was like a child in his
enthusiasm. They crawled along
through the masses of gaily clad
celebrators, stared at the elab
orately decorated floats, were
awed by the Comus parades as
the scene became weird and gar
ish in the flickering light of
flambeaux carried by the pranc-
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SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA
ing, capering Negroes. Lotus felt
as though she had been trans
ported to another world, a dream
world of color, noise and laugh
ter.
It was 8 o’clock when they
drew up before a stately mansion
on a street blocks from the cen
ter of festivities. The austere
house with its aging Corinthian
columns seemed to frown down
on them as though they were
trespassers.
Stacy led her up the long steps
to the open doorway. A pretty
cameo-featured girl in an old
fashioned costume stood just in
side.
“Stacy, honey, I thought you
were nevah coming!” Her dove
like brown eyes went beyond him.
“You’ah not alone?”
He propelled Lotus forward.
“No, Aline. I.brought Rosa Kirk
man with me—l believe Ive in
troduced you two before.”
Lotus smiled and nodded. “Os
course, at the Case Duval, where
I sing, Miss Cartier.”
She recognized the delicately
lovely girl now as one of those in
the group with Stacy Corbin the
night of her premier perform
ance.
Aline Cartier’s pale brows rose
in astonishment, her eyes shot a
question to Stacy, then she very
'quickly regained her composure
and led them into an enormous
room where other people in cos
tumes were eating a buffet sup
per from tables running the full
length of the room.
Two of the young men recog
nized Lotus and after dinner
, they demanded that she sing for
them. Someone began to play
! and she sang for an hour. But
when the dancing began she
(stealthily left the room and stole
past some heavy portieres onto
(a small balcony that overhung
the garden.
In the near distance the bril
liant lights of Canal Street re
flected against the sky and from
beneath her the scest of madon
na lilies rose as headily as wine.
Suddenly she became aware of
voices behind her over the rhyth
mic swell of dance music. They
were Stacy’s and Aline’s.
“Stacy, how could you do such
a thing! Bringing that girl here
is a brazen insult to my other
guests.”
“Why? She’s charming and at
tractive. Everyone enjoyed her
singing.”
“But she’s a professional en
tertainer. What’s more she’s from
Gallatin Streetl That name
means something in New Orleans
history.”
“Oh, come on, honey, don’t be
a snob. This is Mardi Gras, isn’t
it?”
“There are dividing lines, even
in carnival, Stacy Corbin!”
( “I thought you were more
democratic. Guess I’ll have to
teach you some Northern ways
if we’re going to be married.”
“I’m not your fiancee yet,
Stacy. Sometimes I wonder . . .”
The voices faded as the two
(wandered away from the vicinity
lof the balcony. Lotus was rather
amused than hurt. After all, it
was her job
“Don’t take my granddaughter
too seriously, Miss Kirkman —
she’s very young, you know.”
Lotus spun around, startled to
find that the balcony held an
. other listener. He was a tall, eld
erly gentleman leaning heavily
; j on a cane.
11 ‘Perhaps she’s right,” she said. (
i (“I had no idea Stacy was bring
! ing me to a private party or I
wouldn’t have accepted.”
; “I consider you a charming ad
r dition to it,” he said gallantly.
"Thank you, sir, I—” Her hand
. went to her throat in surprise. A
beam of light had shone between
i the parted curtains on the gen
. tieman’s cane. It was the identi
cal cane she had last seen lean
ing against Chloe Duval’s chair
in the house on Gallatin Street.
A week passed before Lotus
heard from Lawrence again.
She had wondered how he’d
■ contact her. it would have sun
, plified things if Mamselle had al
lowed a telephone on tne prem
, ises, but that was one innovation
( oi tne Twentieth Century tnat
, she refused to oow to. or course
( tnere was a pay telepnone in tne
caie, but ail Lotus could ao was
, mac nei nine ana grow increas
restless.
, purple shadows oi late
, afternoon were excenaing tnen
. long lingers eastward across Gar
’ latm Street when Susiebehe ap
( peared in the courtyard one day,
( a puzzled irown knitting ner
usually placid lace.
as norus and unloe scared at
. Her cA-pcvtanviy srie DiniKcu ner
. eyes and held forth a twice-ioiu
, ed bit of paper tnen lumoiea
wnn ner apron oeiore sue spoixc.
( “r ouna ais nean note stuck m
(’ ae peep-nuie or ae xionr uuan. n
aon say wno n s loan."
’ iviamsene rook it quickly, “well
1 vnuG uwo suuna ratirer odd when
we nave a spienaia man dux, out
let me see it. remaps it s mm.
anomer aannrer or yours, rxosu..'
It nad been a source Oi uc
wiidernient to cxnoe tnat ner
pretty young singer man t naw
lAivic uvtiilircrs, loi IuOIUS naa not
eimgnieiiea ner witn tne niior
mation tnat me many auvauew
from caie patrons naa peen po
litely but nrmiy rejectea. one
gave the note a uixei gian-v,
(iookea genuinely contused ana
passed it on.
it was in me same nandwrn-
i ing as tne otner one ana juoms
was surprisea to see it naa even
been signea wnn an L. xt re<*u
| ouxxpij. n package ior you a
(the tobacconists."
“Why, it must be meant for ’
you, unioe, notus nea, ■ rrooao
ly i tiering to anomer pacKage (
oi your vigaretteS.
iviainsene s tace w r as ciouaea,
even worried, “res, sue saia,
“Though old Louis seldom senao
me notes.” Then her expression
ibrightened. “Usually iSusiebeiie
collects the package ior me once
a month, but the snipping schea
lules are so disrupted and Louts
has to import my brand so per
(haps he is reminding me to take
them while I can.”
Lotus knew she must act very
'quickly. “I was going ior a short
walk. Could I get them for you?”
“Ah Rosa, I am the lazy one,
j non? I shall, accept your offer.”
Royal Street was crowded. The (
- New Orleans businessmen were ;
i taking advantage of the cooler
hours to settle their commerce (
over little cups of steaming rich :
(coffee in the many shops dedi-1
(cated to just that purpose or else
( they thoughtfully sipped irosted
’mint juleps in the modern cock
tail bars of the big hotels.
She paced slowly back and I
I forth and watched the parade of ;
| people coming and going through
the racoco entrance of a new ]
|hotel across the street.
The bulky outline of one man
in a white linen suit caught her
’ eye as he stepped to the curb
and lit a cigarette. Even before
(she saw his face she recognized
the Bundist.
She hesitated. What had hap
pened to the old proprietor?
’ Surely this youngster who could
scarcely be out of his teens would
be of no help.
“I had a note from Louis, isn’t
he here today?”
His boyish lace assumed a
stern expression. “He fell ill this
afternoon so he left early. I am
in charge of the shop now. Was
there something special that you
wanted, Miss?”
“Yes, I believe there is a pack- |
age here for Mamselle Duval—
Old French Brand cheroots.”
His face lit up in an agreeable |
grin. “Yes, I have it here.”
(To Be Continued)
LEGAL NOTICES
SUIT FOR DIVORCE
In the Superior Court of Chat
tooga County, Georgia May
_Term, 1947.
MRS. VIOLET ADAIR WATKINS
THE SUMMERVILLE NEWS: SUMMERVILLE, GA.
vs. LEWIS J. WATKINS.
To Lewis J. Watkins:
You are hereby commanded to
be and appear at the next term
of the Superior Court of Chat
tooga County, Georgia, to answer
the complaint of the plaintiff,
mentioned in the caption, in hei
suit against you for divorce.
Witness the Honorable C. H
Porter, judge of said court, this ;
Feb. 1, 1947.
JOHN S. JONES.
United States of America vs.
550.60 acres of land in Chattooga (
County, Georgia, Fletcher A. Jus- (
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United States District Court
for the Northern District of
Georgia, Rome Division.
No. 329—Civil action. Con
demnation proceedings.
To whom it may concern:
You are hereby notified that
on April 7th, 1947. at 10 a. m.,
before Mr. Edward O. Simon at
(1522 Dupont Bldg., Miami, Flori
|da, we will take the depositions
of Mrs. Lollie K. Davis of Miami,
(Florida. This will be done on be
half of Mrs. Lollie K. Davis, in
tervenor in the above stated case.
This March 27, 1947.
ELIJAH A. BROWN.
1403 Cit. & Sou. Nat. Bnk. Bldg.,
Atlanta, Ga.
Attorney for Mrs. Lollie K. Da
vis, intervenor.
United States of America vs.
550.60 acres of land in Chattooga
County, Georgia, Fletcher A. Jus
tice et al, Mrs. Lollie K. Davis,
intervenor.
United States District Court
for the Northern District of
Georgia, Rome Division.
No. 329—Civil action. Con
demnation proceedings.
To whom it may concern:
You are nereby notified that
on April 21, 1947, at 10 a. m. be
fore Mrs. Ida M. Watson, notary
, public, Georgia, state at large and
Court Commissioner appointed
• by Superior Court at the office
of the Clerk of the City Court
. of Macon in Bibb County Court
. house in Macon, Georgia, we will
take the testimony of Mrs. Nellie
Norman Hicks of 109 Crisp St.,
Macon, Ga. This will be done on
behalf of Mrs. Lollie K. Davis,
intervenor in the above stated
case.
This March 27, 1947.
ELIJAH A. BROWN.
1403 Cit. & Sou. Nat. Bnk. Bldg.,
Atlanta, Ga.
Attorney for Mrs. Lollie K. Da
vis, intervenor.
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