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TwiiTWives BY ARTHUR SOMERS ROCHE COLLIER'S WEEKLV

SYNOPSIS Cynthia Brown, chorus beauty, noses as Eleanor Sanver. heiress, bride of Dean Carev. who disappears with a former sweetheart on her wedding dav. Cynthia is a perfect double lor Eleanor. Sne is seen at the Ritz by a "hoofer'’ blackmailer. Bennie Thompson, and at first is afraid to see him as he calls her old room, where she is packing, but on the other hand she knew he would be on her track if she did not outwit him and her courage returned. She told him to ,eome up and then stripped off all the ktewelrv and clothes of Eleanor and reIsumed the shabbv house dress of /Cvnthta Brown. When Bennie came in it was evidently to be a duel of wits between two hard-boiled members of the theatrical world and Cynthia prepared herself mentally for the encounter. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE •’C'AY it again and say it slower, * O will you? You've got me rattled, with your Careys and your Ritzes and all the rest of them. A ( girl just out of a hospital hasn't got 'her wits about her.” “You’d have to have twice the wits God gave you to kid me,” he assured her. But the ring of confidence in his voice was not quite as round and full as a moment ago. “I'm not trying to kid anybody,” Cynthia replied. “I don’t know w hat you’re talking about. Here I am just out of a sick bed on my way back to Marietta, 0., packing my trunk, and you bust in here and begin talking as though you belonged in the same hospital, but in the goofy ward.” “You mean to tell me you’re just out of a hospital?” demanded Bennie. ‘‘What’s been the matter?” “Operation,” she calmly lied. Cynthia felt herself the mistress of the situation. If the chorus man listened to argument, then he was not nearly so sure of his ground as he had professed to be. But Bennie resumed his confident air: "Say, lay off the bunk. Can this hospital stuff. I tell you, I was talking to you at the Ritz half an hour ago, and you were telling me that you weren't Cynthia Brown of the Zogbaum show. Now you’re trying to tell me that you ain’t Mrs. Carey.” "Mrs. Carey?” Cynthia laughed. “I want to tell you that the doctors did plenty to me. but they didn’t sew a Mrs. on my name. Take a long drink of water, open the window and let the wind blowon your forehead, and tell Aunt Cynthia what it's all about.” Bennie Thompson stared at her. Against his will belief came to him. This girl. In her cheap flannel dress, in her shabby apartment, with her slangy speech, might look exactly- like the aristocratic Mrs. Dean Carey, but tliat’s all it amounted to; a resemblance. He kissed his hand and airily blew upon his fingers. “What’s that for?" asked Cynthia. “I'm kissing a million good-by,” he told her.

His suspicions apparently were dead, but they had a feline quality of resurrection. From what he had admitted to her he must have been convinced that he had made a mistake when he accosted Mrs. Carey in the hotel, but later thought had caused him to find out the address of Cynthia Brown and call here. If dead suspicion could be reborn once, how could she be certain that it would not have further sudden reincarnations? She must be very careful not to assume too much, must call into play whatever histrionic gifts she possessed. She was typically the chorus girl as she looked whimsically at him. “You and Andy Mellon,” she jeered. "The way you toss off a million is nobody's business. You smoke double-action stuff, don’t you? It makes you think you have a million and then makes you grin at losing it.” "I’m a good loser." said Bennie. "How do you make that cut?” she scoffed. “Honestly, you talk as though this million was real.” "It didn’t look like stage money five minutes ago,” he returned. She stared at him. "You've almost convinced me you're in earnest. What’s it all about?” ana SHE perched herself on the edge of a chair. Bennie's eyes which, despite the bravado of his speech, had taken on a sick expression, lighted with approval. Fuuny he'd never given Brown a tumble during rehearsals. Os course, he’d looked her over and known that she was considerable Jane. But she had been one of thoaa girls that played a lone hand, sort of herded by herself, so that a guy didn’t make any advances. But now, looking at her with ap-

praising eyes, it seemed a crime that she should go back to Marietta, O. A pippin like this in the sticks! It was, though Bennie didn't phrase it that way, an affront against nature. “All about? I don't know. Maybe your father took a trip to New York or perhaps Thomas Sanver had business interests in Marietta.” Although she was supposed not to know what he was driving at, Cynthia felt herself blush angrily at his implication. She hid the color by pretending to refasten her slipper. The movement brought into notice unsuspecting graces of her figure. Bennie's eyes grew avid. “Listen, Brown, ditch this marrietta stunt.” “Dreaming of another million somewhere?” she mocked. An idea, vague and half-formed as all Bennie's ideas must always be, flicked across his mental vision. “That ain’t half as crazy as you think it is,” he said. “You and me together ” Her eyes derided him. Somehow this merely increased his ardor. “If I could show you the way to a lotta jack ” Now her mouth was derisive, too. Her glance seemed to take in his too-collegiate apparel, his too carefully slicked hair In all his life Bennie never had been so conscious of his futility as now. “I suppose the money is right in your pocket,” laughed Cynthia. Bennie fought for that self-pos-session which marks a wise guy. “You don’t suppose Rockefeller puts a rubber band around his roll and sticks itwin his pants pocket, do you? I'm telli-T you—and you needn't give me that upstage look —that you and me could team together and grab ourselves a chunk of change that would keep us the rest of our lives.”

* a a SHE shook her head slowly. “Suppose you come out of the ether? Say”—and her voice took on a certain irritation that seemed required by the role she was enacting—“l’m getting tired of this ring-around-a-rosie. When I see a cross-word puzzle I throw my pencils away. This ask-me-another game never keeps me up nights. Come out from behind the tree.” She wondered what Dean would think if he could overhear her now. Bennie appraised her now not as a woman, but as a possible partner. His cunning eyes seemed to find her satisfactory. He ground his cigaret on the window sill, then turned eargerly toward her. “Here’s the scenario. I’m in the Ritz a while ago. Out from the dining-room comes a million dollars, mink coat and all the rest of it. I get her eye, and it’s you.” “Still cobwebby, eh?” jeered Cynthia. Bennie gestured impatiently. “Don't butt in; lemme finish. For a minute I can't believe what I’m seeing. God knows you’re as swell a looker as Zogbaum ever picked, but you looked kind of flat in the back of the head to me. I never figured you as the kind that would grab herself a Park avenue flat and the middle-aged broker that goes with it. But here you were”—again he held up a protesting hand as though to fend off further denial fro- her—“and I’d have bet a million that you recognized me. “Well, I braced you—mind, I’m still thinking it’s you, and maybe I wasn't sore at the way you threw me down. Too gcod for your old friends I doped it. “Then a big guy greets you and calls you Eleanor, and in a minute I'm hep that you're Mrs. Dean Carey. The house dick tells me who the big guy is. Well. I'm dizzy like 4 in the morning. I'm telling you that you and Mrs. Carey don't look alike—you’re the same person. It’s enough to make a man goofy.” He drew a long breath, lighted another cigaret and inhaled deeply. The smoke seemed to soothe his excitability. Cynthia made no comment; she knew that exactly the right degree of cool amuser .cnt showed in her eyes. a a a “Well,” Bennie continued, “by the time I reached Sixth avenue I began to wonder, and the more I wonder the more it looks to me that there's something funny about it all. "If this Carey dame just Wfcet like you, it wouldn’t be anythin? to

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bother your head about. But she’s you! Your voice, the way you smile, the way you move your hands. And I say to myself that it’s kinda funny the way Brown steps out of the show. “I decide that I’ll look you up. Mind, got nothing in the nut yet. Then I come in here, and in spite of the clothes you got on, it.*; ain’t Cynthia Brown I'm looking at, it's Mrs. Dean Carey. “Well, even a corn-fed gal from Marietta could write the odds on that one. How much would Mrs. Dean Carey slip Bennie Thompson to keep it to himself that she’s Cynthia Brown? You can bet it would be plenty, or else why would she be so positive that she didn’t know me? “We don’t need to argue that. It’s too simple. And then, just as Tm figuring where to invest my dough, it comes to me that my entry has been scratched. For you ain’t Mrs. Carey, you’re simply a dumb chorus girl from the sticks.” “Much obliged,” smiled Cynthia. “But how dumb? That’s what I’m asking myself now,” went on Bennie. “Pretty dumb, or you wouldn’t be grabbing a rattler for Marietta. “Live ones leave Marietta, but only dead ones go back to any small town after they’ve been on the main drag. What’s the act—boy friend?” “Maybe,” said Cynthia. a a BENNIE’S mouth twisted. “Owns the corner drug store, and every spring he'll take you to Cleveland to see a ball game. Snap out J of it, Brown. A gal, like you can't < go back to Ohio. “Listen, there’s dough in this re- , semblance. I can’t see the layout , this second, but I’m smart as the | devil, and I’ll get it soon enough, j There’s a dozen ways; you in a | jam with Carey, and his wife about : to bust in on him—” Cynthia rose languidly. “Close the door softly on your way out,” she said. Girls such as Bennie Thompson was accustomed to know seldom met a situation with cool finality. Talk, oceans of words must be spilled over every situation that arises on Broadway. Bennie could have argued against loquacity, but against such definiteness as this hfe could find no recourse. No one could have been more surprised than Bennie himself when he found himself, urged by a will stronger than any he was accustomed to encounter, on the threshold of the apartment. It seemed to him that it was as though she had placed steel hands upon his shoulders, lifted him from his cWair, and pushed him across the room. Bewildered, enraged at the contempt which, because quiet, was all the more cutting, he turned at the door and glared at her. Even in is rage he sensed something of the triumph which Cynthia fought so hard to hide. Suspicion, and with it cunning, leaped into his mind. “Say, that Curwood guy you spoke to—is he married?” To be continued)

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