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BEGIN HERE TODAY | Daphne Brett, good-looking, success- | ful young New York advertising execu- | tive, decides to rent a beautiful Connecticut estate her father left her when he was killed in a hunting accident. She needs the money after five vears of providing for the education of her younger sister, Jennifer, who has just finished college. Daphne, showing the estate to some unwelcome prospective tenanis, is sur- | prised when an attractive young fellow she has never seen before steps into the picture and offers $150 a month rental. Glad to head off her first bidders, she accepts and finds her new tenant to be Larry Smith, prominent | architect. And at once she finds herself | somewhat disturbed by his coming into her life. When he leaves she pictures | herself in the same house as “Mrs. | Smith.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER FOUR

HE girl at the corner table glanced anxiously at her watch and studied the menu. Then she | spied the slim figure in brown | tweeds she had bean waiting for. | “Daphne Brett,” she said severe- | “you're half an heur late.” “I know, Anne, but I've been over | to the bank to deposit my tenant's | check. He's staying on another two months until the end of November. Also, I've a very good reason for being late. Wait until you hear why!” “Unless it’s bad before you tell me. some layouts to Murray before 2. Anne Cockerell

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news, let’s order |

or old spare tires? I'm selling these and also . > " also charm,” she finished for him as she descended gingerly to the floor. “How’d you ge} past my faithful jewel, Tuck? I told her I wasn't home to anyone.” “I'm not anyone, Beautiful. The name is Ainsley, don’t you remember?” “How could I forget when you've been under my feet for the past three years?” “At your feet,” he corrected. She looked at him speculatively, noticing his usual impeccable turnout. Then she slid forward comfortably in the chair that outlined her lissome figure and a pretty smile dawned at the corners of her mouth. It was a sweet mouth. Tuck liked it. He liked everything about Daphne. The dark gray eyes, the dark wing-like brows accenting the white transparency of her forehead, and the blue-black softness of her wavy hair. He studied her smile doubtfully and said he suspected it would be a grin if another girl did it. “It is,” she said gleefully, “because you're going to work for a change. You're going to help us move fur- | niture. Jennifer arrives tomorrow and there's work to be done.”

H, Jennifer, the baby!” Tuck's eves found the photograph on

I've got to get |Daphne’s desk, the photograph of a | » + young girl with the face of an angel was a successful |framed by blond hair ending in a

“Does she still look like that?” he |

young commercial artist and her | pigtail swung over her shoulder. |

friendship with Daphne had begun |

in the Johnson Advertising Agency |asked.

when Daphne was a lesser member | of the copy staff. | “You order and I'll talk, Anne.” | Anne ordered their usual lunch. | “Now talk!” “I've been promoted! I'm a full- | fledged copy writer now with two accounts of my own to handle exclusively, an office of my own with my name on the door and $50 more a month. Not bad?” {

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“I guess she does,” Daphne an-

| forgot to pay the taximan.”

| after she had introduced them, and | went to pay Jennifer's driver.

| night. | party with me.

swered and appealed to him, “but, Tuck, you know she’s only 18 and she’s not your type. Remember that, please. Your crowd—my crowd—is pretty sophisticated and I don’t want Jennifer running around with them.” ‘What brought this on?” he inquired lazily. “You're the girl I'm interested in. I don't want any girl but you.” “Daphne and two complete Ziegfeld Follies choruses,” she replied and added, when the buzzer sounded again, “That will be Anne.”

It wasn’t; it was Jennifer. Not the Jennifer of the pigtail! This was a young sophisticate with golden hair. Jennifer four inches taller than her sister, in spike heels and a smart wool frock and a chic hat. Jennifer with every point of her beauty heightened by skilful makeup. Jennifer, who cried, “Dearest! I had to come a day early because I'm going to a party tonight and I had to get in in time to dig up a man. Also, I

“I'll do it,” said Daphne to Tuck

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HEN she came back, she found Jennifer stretched out gracefully on her lounge. “Can we have a cocktail right away, Daph? I'm dying of thirst but my troubles are over for toMr. Ainsley is going to the

I think he's sweet.” “I'll get us some tea,” Daphne

said shortly. (To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

AMATEUR DETECTIVE—By Harry |. Shumway

R. STRABO BIGGS allowed |“You're a born detective. And when

his eyes to narrow. Seated |

to riches. or, from stenographer | on a bench in the park, he was in- [I just can’t believe it.”

{o career woman in five short years. | dulging in his favorite pastime of |

Tell me, did you always dream that | studying the people about him and | —let’s talk about you for a change.

some day youd be a successful ad- | vertising writer?”

“On the contrary,” Daphne de- he noted. He fancied himself as |a day or two, until you get on your I live alone—have plenty of |

nied. “Do you know, Anne, I once wanted to be an actress? People are | always surprised when I tell them that. I used to be fair at dramatics when I was in college and I meant to go into the theater

deducing their characters and | backgrounds from little details that

an astute observer. { Hmm—take that fellow and girl | seated on that second bench. He | was obviously a shipping clerk— | note the shreds of twine on his | clothes. She must be an office |

vou say you work in a library—weil, “Nonsense! You flatter me! Come

I'm afraid I can’t help you to a job, but I can and will put you up for

feet. room, .

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OME 12 hours later, Mr. Biggs, |

completely disillusioned, stood alone in his tiny apartment, scowl-

when I finished but’--she sighed | worker—note the well-kept shoes, | ing at a hastily scrawled note. He

almost impercen Jennifer had tc taker and Dad—" Anne knew all 2 that at 19 Daliph to coms ev herseld

care 0 | i 1ef{t colicge | support so that small «sum Ton tt had left | his motheriess »ughters might sed te e¢ then 13-year- |

to a good school. ” I hao been five years since Tom | #f Droit, hunting on his grounds in necticut, tripped over his gun and, dying, charged Daphne with | the care of the flaxen-haired Jen- | nifer. Daphne had done it well. Now Jennifer was finished at Miss Maid- | stone’s. From stenographer to career woman, Anne had said. Daphne thought of those first few months in | the general office at Johnstone, then the transfer to a secretarial job where she had learned to write copy. | “Anne,” she said, “if I can do this | in five years, I've a wonderful future. I'm going to work hard and some day ...” “Some day you'll have a fat bank account and wake up being an old maid,” Anne finished tartly. “I| wouldn't let this career angle creep | into conversations when you're talking to an attractive man. By the way, did you tell the mysterious Smith you were a business gal?” “Mr. Smith? I told him I had a| job, that was all. Why?” “Oh, I just thought since you two had a cozy tea, you might have gone just a little way into the histories of your lives. Particularly since you seem to have found him interesting.” “Nonsense, Anne.” Swift color | flooded Daphne’s smooth cheeks. | “He’s married and you know how I feel about married men.” {

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had scuffed, worn shoes. Ah! Here came an interesting chap. Mr. Biggs sized him up. | Middle forties. Had been a soldier —the set-up and gait told that. And he was a lover of flowers—his | eyes had lighted on that splendid | bed of heliotrope. He looked, | though, as if he had a hot temper. |

| down beside him on the bench. He |

watched out of the corner of his| eve, as the fellow pulled out a battered pipe and fingered the charred bowl somewhat gloomily. Ah, ha! No tobacco! Mr. Biggs drew out his pouch and offered it. “Try some of mine,” he urged, ! pleasantly. { “Oh, ‘thanks... un

OON, talk was flowing back and forth. “Yes, I love the park,” said Mr. Biggs. “Often come here to study.” “Study?” repeated his companion. : “Yes—people. You see, I deduce things about people. Every human being has his story written all over him—provided one has the eyes to see it.” The other’s eyes widened a bit. “You're not a—detective, are you?” Mr. Biggs laughed. “Oh, bless you, no! It’s just a hobby. Now, take yourself, for example. Do you mind if IT analyze you?” “Shoot. If you can guess my story

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| prints and his handwriting!

| sergeant told him.

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~‘vou KNOW | showing she sat at her work. A |read: | salesgirl or a waitress would have | ; { easy, I just had to take you. As to the deduction stuff, you were all

“Sorry, fellow, but you were so

wet. I was never in the army, flowers give me hay fever, my temper is as sweet as a kitten’s, and I don’t know a thing about machinery. “Yours for bigger and better sleuthing. The Professor.” Mr. Biggs’ eyes were hard. “I'll fix that bird! I've got his fingerWhat an ass of a criminal! And—for that matter—what an ass I am!” His watch and $80 in cash were missing — a severe loss — but what bothered Mr. Biggs most was the utter demolition of what he had thought was one of his best deductions. It made him very bitter. He laid the whole business before

| the police.

“We'll pick him up,” the detective “And hereafter,

| don’t take strange people into your

home, mister. It’s bad business.” “You're telling me!” replied Mr. Biggs, now thoroughly American, in

| the heat of his anger.

u u ” ITHIN 48 hours, he was summoned to the police station. He hurried there. “Have you caught him?” he asked the sergeant, eagerly. “Sure. We identified him by the fingerprints, and soon got on his trail. He's Luke Logifer, just out on parole after a stretch for larceny.” Mr. Biggs’ eyes were blazing. “When do I appear against him?” “He'll be arraigned tomorrow morning.” “I'll. be there!” snapped Mr. Briggs. “Oh, by the way, what's his history?” The officer consulted a card. Well, he was in the army

“What's his wife like?” Anne| from my looks, you're a wonder!” | for a while. Had some trouble as a

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DON'T know, I've never seen! her. I haven't seen him either | since the day he engaged the place. | He sends his check the first of every | month. Anne, at first he used to| write little amusing notes about the | place, but I didn’t answer them be- | cause of his wife. Now he doesn't.” | “Maybe he’s got a twin,” Anne | proffered genially. { “If he hasn't, it will be all the same to me. Why are you always | trying to find a romance for me? | Don’t you know that I can't afford | any such luxury while I have to see | Jennifer through? This year, I want | her to specialize in some course to | prapare her for work. Did I tell you she’s coming to me Saturday?” | “Now, isn’t that nice?” Anne | didn't sound very enthusiastic. | “What's the matter with helping her | to get a job and helping yourself?” “Oh, she’s only 18 and I want her tec have a chance for something worth while. I have grand plans. I thought, when we decide what she’s going to do, we could sublease my | apartment and move back to the | hall. We could commute and it] would save money. I wouldn’t mind and I know Jennifer will prefer the country. She's so unsophisticated.” Anne toyed with her fork for a moment and said. “Daph, if I were vou I'd drop the mother complex and consider myself for a while.” Daphne pushed back her chair and rose. “I'm late, darling. I've got a lot of work to do because tomorrow I'm taking the day off to rearrange the apartment. Come by late in the afternoon and I'll give you tea.”

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HEN the doorball buzzed at 3 the next afternoon, Daphne removed a tack from her mouth and, from her perilous perch on a table top, called over her shoulder, “No matter who it is, Maggie, I'm not at home to anybody.” She gave a last inexpert blow at the defenseless tack, bent it, and hung her print with complete disregard for its safety. “Pardon me, lady. Would you be : Qrterested in some homemade f A

| coifee after a sumptuous meal, dur(ing which he had regaled his guest

Mr. Biggs was elated. Here was a | marvelous opportunity to check up |

{on his deductions. { WO. : | quite a genius with flowers, he was.

“You have been in the army. You love flowers. Now don’t be vexed, but you have a hot temper. During the last few—I'd say months—you have been engaged in some work connected with machinery—"

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Jo then, a small boy strolled by, munching a piece of cake. The eyes of Mr. Biggs’ new acquaintance fixed on the cake. “And,” added Mr. Biggs, haven't eaten for some time!” The man gulped. Z “Well?” urged Mr. Biggs, eagerly. “Did T ‘hit it?” The man nodded. “You're right, mister, 1 haven't eaten a thing since yesterday. You see, I'm out of a job and—” He made a gesture of despair. Mr, Biggs chuckled complacently, then hastened to apologize. “Forgive me—I didn’t laugh because of your hunger. I was elated because you said my deduction was correct. But see here, this going hungry won't do at all.” He looked around. “I say! There's a restaurant over there. Come along. You'll jolly well be my guest for dinner, old chap!” It was a habit of Mr. Biggs to drift into what he hoped was English idiom when he was particularly pleased with his powers of deduction. He liked to imagine himself in the role of his favorite mysterystory hero—a blase English sleuth who solved the most baffling of crimes in the most casual manner. ” n " N hour later, he and his new friend were lingering over their

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with tales of his analytical powers. “You ought to be a detective, that’s what,” said the man, admiringly. Mr. Biggs swelled with pride. “Oh, my dear fellow, you're mulling my leg!” He smiled. “My deductions have been of the most elemental sort. Were I to come up against real criminals, I should most certainly come a cropper.” “No.” g'The man shook his head. |

soldier—a hot-tempered guy he seems to have been. After that, he worked for a while as a gardener— Then he went wrong. In State Prison twice—" Mr. Biggs’ eyes were bulging, “What—just what did he do in prison this last time?” “Ran some machine in the laundry. Well, he’s a nasty customer and he’s better off in prison. Don’t forget to appear against him tomorrow.” Mr. Biggs took out a couple of cigars, passed one to the sergeant, and airily lit one himself. “Righto, Inspector,” he murmured, with a lofty smile. “I shall be there on the dot to appear against the blighter. Indeed, I shall be looking forward to it most awfully! Well, T'll be toddling. Bung-o, Inspector!” And Mr. Strabo Biggs swaggered out.

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