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SYNOPSIS After she had danced with Eleanor's father. Cvnthla Brown, chorus Kiri, posing as Eleanor, the bride of Dean Carev. whose exact double she is. had to accept an invitation to dance from her supposed husband and once she found herseif in his arms the sincere and deep love which she felt for the deceived husband of Eleanor nearly overmastered her. They returned to their table and it was evident that the husband, too. was deeply moved. Cvnthia said she was faint as indeed she was and Dean readily agreed to take her home. She was dumfounded when the blackmailer Bennie passed close to her and with an evil grin called her bv name and showed that he again was on her track. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT TOM SANVER would have summoned a head waiter. Dean, if Bennie's manner had been too blatantly offensive, might have seized the chorus man and hustled him away before the arrival of the head waiter. Thompson would have been ejected from the Venetia, and his speech would have been set down as the irresponsible words of a drunken or insane man. That would have been the net total of the incident, had it been that Thompson was mistaken in his charge. But no matter how ridiculous an assertion is, the fact that it is true —although the truth Is unknown to the hearers—lends it weight. And there were other things which later would cause Dean and Sanvcr to reconsider Thompson’s charge. Both of them had commented on changes which they had observed in the wife of one and the daughter of the other. It might be a long time before they would give credence to a charge of such grotesque absurdity, but the truth finally impressed itself upon even those most reluctant to accept it. Yes, she had done the right thing In leaving the Venetia. Os course, the scene which she had just visualized might not have occurred. But surely there would be some scene tomorrow. Bennie Thompson would not be content to hug his triumph to his bosom. Bennie was out for money. How would he make his first step toward the acquisition of that million which he had so glibly mentioned this afternoon? She was pondering this when a knock sounded upon the door. She rose swiftly from the bed on which she lay. darted to her mirror and made some necessary adjustments to her lips. It was Dean, of course, and she could not be seen by him save at her best. She managed a wry smile. Posing as this man's wife, she was endeavoring to captivate him. And to what end save heartbreak for both of them? It would be better, for him at any rate, if she made herself as unattractive as possible and if her manner toward him was repellent. And it really didn’t matter, as regarded herself, what course of action she adopted toward him. She would love him until she died; nothing could change that.

HE entered in answer to her call. His ftrav eyes took in. she knew, the rumpled bed and the fact that she was as fully dressed as when she had left him downstairs He had removed his dinner jacket and was wearing a silk house coat. She noted that it was perfectly tailored. She was conscious, for the first time, that he wore clothes ext -fmely well. ■ Sorry to disturb you." he said. Tor the life of her she could not r frain from dazzling him with her nr.ost perfect smile. “You didn't." she replied. "Somehow I knew you wouldn't have gone to bed." he told her. “That almost requires elucidation, doesn't it?" she asked. There was no use in trying. Despite any resolve or effort on her part, their conversation always took on a light note that presaged coquetry. Not, she realized, that she ever said anything particularly witty. or that Dean, bless his heart, brought to their conversation any epigrammatic turns. But speech between them never was labored; it was spontaneous and through its lightness ran always a hint of gravity. Conversation like this is always the hardest to keep within bounds. “You know what I mean." he raid. “Didn't I tell you that I knew why you wouldn't quarrel with me?" She wrinkled her forehead, and

was perfectly well aware that her pretty puzzlement was attractive. "What has that to do with my staying up£” she inquired. "When a person finds out something very important, she’s apt to stay 4 wake awhile; isn’t she?” There was that same note of exultation in his voice that had been there when, as they finished dancing, he had told her that he would wait three months. “Love is very important, isn't it?” he laughed. "And I've found out something about love?” She put the dangerous question with an inward tremor, but with outward calm. a a a why you've been so strange to me this evening, i You love me. Don’t try tc deny it, ! because I'm not going to believe you. “You're utterly and absolutely different from the girl I married. I didn't notice the change until tonight. But while you were playing cards I suddenly saw that you were not the Eleanor to whom I'd been engaged, not the girl I’d married. “Is love important? It's important enough to change you completely, only the fact that I didn't dare to hope made me blind to the change for all these weeks. Why, when I danced with you tonight, I held a different girl in my arms. Even your father noticed it.” “But I haven't tallen in love with him,” she said. But her mockery lacked gayety to her own meticulous ears. He smiled at her. “You can't lov,. any one without other people Deing aware that something has happened.” “She fell in love with her husband. Wasn’t there a play called that?” Hr came nearer to her. “I ju don't deny it?” She looked at him. “You made a promise. Just tonight you repeated it.” “I’ll keep it,” he assured her. “But I want you to tell me—” She could feel the warm blood staining her cheeks and throat. Eleanor suddenly became a shadowy figure devoid of reality; Bennie Thompson seemed someone whom she might have known in some previous incarnation, but who had no possible bearing on the life she was living now. Desperately she fought to free herself from the spell that las presence and speech seemed to cast upon her. He was a man of honor, but before honor had been Invented men were. He believed himself to be In the presence of his wife. It was after midnight, and the situation was ; intimate. He adored the woman at whom Ihe looked so eagerly now. He knew i that she loved him. The memory of that kiss which they had exchanged three weeks ago allured and frightened together.

HE had made a promise, but if she corroborated what he already knew by an admission, he would not keep his word.. For her to say in so many words that she loved him. would be a tacit release from his promise. Tlie spell seemed to fall away from her. Little voices that had been whispering to her that nothing at all in the world mattered save their mutual love, suddenly were stilled. “Why is it," she asked, “that a man doesn't care how untrue a statement is. as long as it is the statement he wants to hear? Is there any reason in the world why, if I loved you. I should hesitate to admit it?" He ceased his approach. “There is a reason; there must be a reason. Because you do love me. Nothing that you say. nothing that you do. can change that fact." “If it's a fact." she parried. "You can't deny that it's a fact. You ask if there's any reason why you won't tell me that you love me. Because I *an't think of any reason isn't proof that there is none You must have a reason. God knows what it is." His voice lost its assurance and became pleadinig: “Eleanor, is it something that I've done? Some misunderstanding?" If she could only be certain vhat there would come a day when she could explain to him what held her back from his arms now, it would

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be easier to endure what she suffered now. If she could only know that some day she could slip into the protecting pressure of the arms that he unconsciously extended! But unless she stooped to things that she hoped and prayed were impossible to her, she knew that there could never be explanation. “Please go,” she said to him. a u SHE fought to make her voice cold and firm. Had there been in it the least quaver, the faintest hint that she did not mean what she said, she knew that he would not obey her. And if he stayed, that confession of love which he was striving to win from her could not be denied to him. She could have wept at the blank despair that showed on his face. She loved him so much that whatever hurt him must hurt her more. There had crept into his manner a boyish arrogance that was appealing. But, she assured herself unhappily, anything in his manner or voice or appearance was appealing to her. Tears sprang to her eyes, but. fortunately they did not flow down her cheeks until the door had closed behind him. She muffled her sobs in the pillows, fearful lest the sound of her weeping carry through the door and bring him back. Had he heard her, and had he returned, she knew that she would have yielded to that embrace for which she longed as ardently as he. Little by little composure returned to her. She undressed, turned out the light and went to bed. trying t r will sleep. She didn't, want to think, felt exhausted physically and spiritually by the most trying day of all that she had experienced since she began her great imposture. THE first day had been easier than this, incredible though such a statement would have sounded had it been made to her three weeks ago. But on that first day she had been buoyed by sinprise and excitement. Today a security, that having lasted for three weeks had begun to assume the outlines and proportions of permanency, had been shattered. Not merely Bennie Thompson had destroyed that security, but she had stuck at it herself. The Bennie Thompsons whom she might encounter were less to be feared than herself. She had known this three weeks ago whe" h~'’ returned Dean’s kiss, but she thought that she had conqueiea herself. She was safe even though Dean loved her and she loved Dean, as long as Dean was ignorant of her love. But tonight she had betrayed herself. She wondered what sort of uncontrollable thing it was that led to our self-betrayals. And how was it that the person to whom we betrayed ourselves knew? She was certain that there had been nothing in her voice or eyes that could have told Dean. (To Be Continued

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