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CHAPTER XXV (Continued) The detective turned to Lila. “But you say it was in good order when you gave it to Mr. Bryer?” “I didn’t sav anything of the kind,” Lila snapped. “I said I assumed it to be in good order.” , “You had no trouble locking it?” Lila hesitated a second. “N . . . o,” she admitted reluctantly. “But see here, Mr. Weeks,” she added suddenly. “You’re entirely on the wrong track if you yiink Mr. Bryer put that lock out of order.” Mr. Weeks stared hard at her. “How do you know?” he shot at her sharply. But Lila had her answer ready. “Because he is paying for the jewels. And he could never dispose of them for their full value so what would he have to gain by stealing them?” Weeks scowled. “Did you discover any clews’ at the office?” he asked Rod. Rod said no. “Why are you paying /or the jewels?” the detective questioned, his #ords coming like machine gun bullets. His manner angered Rod and he took his time about replying. “Because they were in my care and I was responsible for them,” he said. “Your first thought was that I had stolen them. Wouldn’t everyone else think so, too? Well, 1 didn’t do it, and when Mrs. Loree consented to let me pay the insurance on them I considered that a wiser course than trying to convince the world of my innocence.” “And if you don’t care to believe the truth and stop wasting time asking foolish questions you can drop the case,” Lila spoke up. The detective decided to do what was asked of him, regardless of his private opinions. There was something fishy here, but as one seemed to be crying for redress he was willing to go on with his investigations along the lines laid down for him by his employer. Before he left ohey arranged a way for him to search the office. Rod would remain after the other employes were gone and admit him. Lila made up her mind to be there too, but she said nothing of her intention at the time. When Rod got back to the office after lunching with Lila he found a memorandum of Bertie Lou’s call on his desk. He tried to get her on the telephone but there was no answer. Lila, too, tried to reach her, after standing ten mmutes in the lobby of the theater and losing her patience. She thought, when, Bertie Lou did not answer, that she was on the way. It was nearly curtain time, so she left Bertie Lou’s ticket at the box office and went into the theater. Bertie Lou did not arrive during the first act. Lila was getting a little worried. She called the apartment again. Still no answer. Well, if she didn’t come by the end of the second act it might be a good idea to telephone Rod. But if he couldn’t get the apartment either he would go tearing off home and forget about the detective. And Bertie Lou might arrive after all, and make the upsetting of their plans a needless sacrifice. The play ended and Bertie Lou! did not come to the theater. Lila got into her car, the cabriolet that | had thrilled her so the first time | she rode in it, and which now she | would have exchanged, on occasions only, for the old rattletybang car that Rod and she had climbed poles and jumped fences in once upon a time. She glanced at the cloclji on the panel above the rug rod and saw that it was about office closing time. With ordinary luck in traffic she would arrive shortly after the office force had left her husband’s place of business for the day. The detective was there ahead of her. Through the open door of Cyrus’ private office she could see him moving about the safe when Rod admitted her to the anteroom. Any clews?” she asked. They told her there was nothing at all. For a moment she stood leaning against Cyrus’ desk and watched the search. A queer smile played around the corners of her mouth. Half an hour later the detective left them. Lila turned to Rod. “Cy keeps some good stuff in his safe, doesn’t he? Let’s have a drink.” “I’d rather not open it again,” Rod demurred. “In fact I think I’d better be getting along, Lila. Bertie Lou was trying to get me by telephone and I haven’t been able to reach her. I have a feeling that something is wrong.” CHAPTER XXVI LILA’S half-suppressed irritation over Bertie Lou’s failure to meet her returned in full flower when Rod voiced his unnamed fear. She had forgotten, in her anticipation of this half-hour alone with him, that she, too, had been concerned for Bertie Lou’s safety earlier in the afternoon. But now that Rod was showing a feverish desire to run off pell meSi just because he had missed a telephone call from his wife . . . Lila shrugged. It would do no good to keep him now. As they were leaving the building it occurred to Lila that Rod would wonder, when he learned that Bertie Lou had failed to keep an appointment with her, why she hadn’t mentioned it. No use allowing her anger to lead her into a misunderstanding with him. “I thought you would know why she didn’t meet me for the matinee,” she remarked, a touch of seriousness in her voice. From the corner of her eye she could see Rod’s face take on an expression of alarm. “Do you suppose anything has happened to her’” he exclaimed fearfully. “No, of course not,” Lila replied. “She probably had to go some place in 2 hurry and couldn’t wait to 'pho.-e me.” “She called the office before one,” Rod explained; “just after I’d left, our operator told me. She could have called you then.” “Oh, well, maybe she forgot all about the show, though I talked with her this morning,” Lila said, at last getting genuinely interested. They had reached the street now.

“I’ll drive you home,” she offered but Rod said he could make better time* in the subway. Lida took him by the arm and propened him into her limousine. “Don’t be silly,” she remarked lightly. “If Bertie Lou called the office as you say then nothing has happened to her.” “But she may have started for the theater afterward,” Rod pointed out. “She isn’t home.” “Then she must have been called some place in a hurry, just as I said,” Lila insisted. “You’d know by this time if she met with an accident on the street.” Lila’s remark carried enough logic to convince Rod. He abandoned the plan of taking the subway. But he could not relieve his mind entirely of worry. Bertie Lou rarely called the office. Only upon most pressin gmatters did she ever disturb him in his work. And where could she have been called to with such urgent haste? He put the question to Lila. “I don’t know,” she confessed; “unless it was a message from Wayville.” “But Bertie Lou wouldn’t leave for Wayville without telling me,” Rod declared. “Well, we’ll soon find out why she’s had us both on our ears,” Lila remarked, again feeling irritated. Rod’s undiminished concern for Bertie Lou displeased her. It spoke too plainly of what his wife meant to him. She felt somewhat relieved w’hen they arrived at Rod’s apartment. Perhaps, after all, Bertie Lou would be without a good excuse for breaking their theater engagement without notice. That would give her a chance to impress Rod with her magnanimity, providing, of course, that she was able to control her temper. And suppose Bertie Lou were not at home! Well, Lila wouldn’t grieve over that . . . Rod might be in need of sympathy. Bertie Lou was gone! Rod went hurriedly through the rooms, growing more alarmed as each passing moment disclosed no trace of his wife. When he returned to the living room where Lila waited he was visibly shaken. “Have you looked for a note?” she asked. Rod glanced around the room. “In the bedroom; probably on the pillow,” Lila went on. “It’s usually done that way,” she laughed, to make light of her remark. It was just one of her little jokes. But Rod missed the point . . . the idea that Bertie Lou had left him did not occur to him in any form, comic or otherwise. Yet It was reasonably to expect that she had left some word for him. So he began to search for it. It didn’t take him long to find it. It was in the bedroom, but not pinned to the pillow as Lila had facetiously suggested. Rod located it on Bertie Lou’s desk, and alongside it was a tele-

Crystal, standing in the middle of the Tarvers’ beautiful living room, being introduced to the four other people in the room, felt short and stocky and plain beside Tony’s tall slimness. Barefoot, Crystal measured five feet three and weighed from a hundred and eighteen to a hundred and twenty-five, according to how rigorously she dieted. Tony, as beautifully narrow and straight as a young birch tree, was five feet five and, no matter how much she ate, never weighed more than a hundred and ten —and never an ugly bone showing under the satiny white skin! Crystal was trying to be like Tony now as she acknowledged the introductions with a high, artificial laugh and a flutter of her pretty hands. “Hello, folks! I hope you’ll forgive me for dashing in like this, but the very minute my cousin, Bob Hathaway, told me that the Patrick Tarvers lived across the street, there was no holding me! “I simply adore your house! You should have seen me, Mrs. Tarver, staring up at it worshipfully before I dared ring the bell—” “Goose!” Tony laughed. “It’3 a nice old dump, even if it is squeaky new—” “Hey, Hellion!” Pat Tarver boomed in rich voice, “how many times have I got to tell you not to call this joint a dump?” And his laughter roared out. “And how many times. Pat,” Tonv challenged her father, “have I got to tell you to quit pulling that ancient gag? “It was a movie title, Crystal, and you’d think he wrote it, the way he overworks it. Peg, can’t you help me shoo these male insects away?” she appealed to her mother. “Now, Nomy,” Mrs. Tarver protested, “these nice young men are your guests, and I’m sure it’s very nice that you have another young lady to help you entertain them.” “Os course!” Crystal laughed. “I didn’t have the faintest intention of breaking up a party, Tony. And the poor dears look absolutely forlorn at the prospect of being driven out into the night.” Her unspoken thought was: “Why does Tony want to get rid of them the minute I come in? Is she ashamed of me?” “Too bad about the poor dears!” Tony scoffed gaily. “Are you going to be here long, Crystal? Tell you what —the four of us will go to the dinner dance at the Marlboro Country Club tomorrow night, and next week I’ll throw a party for you, darling.” “O. K., Tony,” Dick Talbot, tall, good-looking, dark, answered readily. “I’ve already got a date with you for the dance, remember.” Lon Edwards, sandy-haired, stocky, neither handsome nor homely, glared at Talbot, then flushed as he met Tony’s challenging blue-

gram she had received from Wayville. Rod read her note first. She referred him to the message and said she had taken the first train she could get. Rod was stunned. Bertie Lou had gone away without telling him! He read the telegram after a bit. Bertie Lou’s mother was ill. Rod went out to Lila and showed her the message. “I really thought it might be something like that,” she said. “Well, there isn’t anything for you to do but come along with me and spend the evening.” “Thank you,” Rod mumbled, "but I’d rather not leave the apartment. Bertie Lou will wire me.” “You can leave word to have the message sent to our address,” Lila urged. Rod was in no mood to acquiesce. So Lila was forced to end her coaxing and leave him. She did not realize that he was merely making a gesture of faith in Bertie Lou—faith that he would hear from her. The brevity and coolness of her note had shocked him. It was as though a separation from him meant no more to her than going out to tea without him. Before she went away Lila made Rod promise to let her know if he had word about his mother-in-law. She assumed Bertie Lou had said she would send him a wire. She also interviewed the maid in the kitchen. Yes, Mrs. Bryer had left rather hurriedly after receiving the telegram and had instructed her to serve dinner and breakfast and then consult Mr. Bryer for further orders. “Didn’t she say how long she would be away?” Lila asked. “No, ma’am. But she said she though it might be several weeks.” Lila pursed her lips. “I suppose she will want some of her-things sent to her.” “She took two suitcases and a steamer trunk.” “Well, if she sends for anything you’d better let me know and I’ll look after it,” Lila told the girl. She went back and made a last unavailing effort to persuade Rod to go home with her. “Os course Bertie Lou will be back in a few days,” she said with a desire to encourage him with a false hope that would provide room for disappointment when Bertie Lou’s continued absence put an end to it. Disappointment might easily give way to resentment, she reasoned. And resentment could be followed by bitterness, perhaps a quarrel. She was rather anxious to know just how serious was the illness of Bertie Lou’s mother. If it was nothing that anybody should worry about she might be able to throw Rod a hint that Bertie Lou had certainly acted with utter disergard for his feelings in departing so hastily. She might at least, Lila decided she could say to him, have left word with the switchboard operator at the office that she was leaving.

diamond eyes. “Got another date. Gonna take Frances Warren—Sorry, Tony.” “All right!” Tony’s eyes flashed a warning but her arm tightened about Crystal’s shoulders. “Your job to get the fourth, Dick! Any particular specifications, Crystal?” “I still like them T. D. and H.,” Crystal laughed with pretended lightheartedness. “That’s part of our secret code. Dick—or must I say Mr. Talbot?” “T. D. and H. means ‘tall, dark and handsome,’” Tony explained, pointing a finger at Dick Talbot. “And since you fill the bill, Dick, you’re elected. I’ll find me another B. F. It’s too bad you’ve already got a date with Frances Warren, Lou! Otherwise—” “Nothing definite. I can get out of it,” Lon Edwards mumbled. “Dick and I’ll be here— seven? S’long, Tony, G’night, folks,” and he waved at Mr. and Mrs. Traver. “Glad to a-metcha, Miss Hathaway.” “Callow young brutes,” Tony diagnosed the* boys cheerfully as soon as the door had closed upon them. “Come along upstairs, Crystal. Loads to tell you! Toddle off to bed, Pat! No use hanging around. I’m not going to let you flirt with Crystal tonight. It’s only fair to warn you against him, Crystal, He’s terrible, isn’t he, Peg?” (To Be Continued)

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