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CHAPTER ONE

1= annual Spring Frolic at the Green Hills Inn was in progEvery Person—young or old —who Was of any social value in Green Hills was at the inn, the men trim and debonair in spotless tails and tux, the women glamor0us and luxurious in gleaming velvets and glittering metal cloths. For Green Hills was one of the Smartest suburbs within the metropolitan New York area, and the first Spring dance at the inn was unquestionably the gala event of the seascn.:By 1:30 the party was in full Sway, and the stag line, fortified by Just the proper number of Scotch and sodas, was performing in splendid form. The women of Green Hills were proud of them. Perhaps a little later there would be those who might weaken—some to seek rest for weary feet in the smoking room downstairs, some to fall into the gentle unconsciousness which one too many Scotch induces. But as yet the evening was unspoiled. Hall Stewart's orchestra, imported from a three weeks’ engagement on Broadway, swung into the lively strains of “A Fine Romance.” The older women took heart; ferred these faster tunes. rhythm - stirred their broved that they could step around Just as lively as the 18-year-old -girls, despite grown children at home. :

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MELE SAUNDERS, frisking by : in the arms of Jerry Johnston, glanced over her shoulder at Jerry's wife, Laura. “Who's that lovely blond with Bob Ws?" she asked Laura excitedwing Jerry down so that she catch the.answer.

he murmured, “why must you look the part, for every cat in Green Hills to find it out?” “That little upstart!” she whispered through clenched teeth. “I don’t see why Bob hasn't better taste than to bring the office help out here.” “I'm afraid it goes deeper than that Sybil,” Philip said, not unkindly. He felt her arm, resting lightly on his, go tense. “It can’t!” she said defiantly. “I won't let it!” ” u ” p=. said nothing. He felt a little sorry for Sybil. He knew, as no one else had .ever guessed, how desperately—and how futilely —she had loved Bob ever since that first evening, five years before, when their uncle had brought the young man home to dinner. “The best bond salesman the company ever

| had,” Uncle John told them then; |

{ now, five years later, Bob Andrews {was a junior partner, with every | prospect of heading the Hendry | organization eventually. | He was as striking in appearance |as Sybil; he had the same dark, | blue-black hair, the same straight

they pre- | classic features, the same flashing The quick | smile. blood; it |

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fed. Where Sybil’s eyes were mys- | teriously cold, no matter how gayly she smiled, Bob’s were warm and twinkling. Where she was super- | ficially gay and charming and calculating, with a quick smile to serve her purpose, he was naturally and sincerely friendly, with as hearty a grin for the bootblack who shined his shoes as he had for his wealthiest customer. For five long years, Sybil had | loved him. Because of his asso- | ciation with her uncle, they were | constant companions; he was a! thoughtful and attentive escort. Yet, despite every effort she had | i put forth to deepen their relation- | ship, he was still as unattainable, | { as impersonal, as he had been on | the occasion of their first meeting. He was the one thing in life which | she craved above all else; his love | was the only thing of which she | had ever been deprived. : And now, it seemed, he was ready to throw it away on some design- | ing, doll-faced stenographer.

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MELE laughed good-natured- | ly. “You're not the only one | thinking that. Every eve on the | stag line is following her, but Bob | keeps out of the way. You haven't | a chance. Jerry. |Better be con- | tented with me for a while.” Millie was right. Every time | Bob Andrews approached the south end of the room, where the men | were gathered, a dozen pair of eyes tried to catch his, a-dozen hands | started upward to attract his attention. But each time, he adroitly changed his course. After his tenth failure to cut in, Jimmy MacArthur looked dis- | gusted. “What's the matter with Andrews tonight?” he asked Philip | Hendry, standing alongside of him, | “Is he afraid we'll eat her?” | Philip shrugged | carelessly. “It’s | plain to see.” he remarked, with a | touch of superiority, “that he begrudges you the lady's company.” | “Can't say I blame him,” Jimmy | admitted. “Who is she, Phil?” “My uncle's secretary, Joan Barrete.” : : “Joan Barrett, eh? Does she live here in Green Hills?” | “No. In town.” He smiled pro- | vokingly. ‘“‘And you won't find her | listed in the phone book.” |

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HILIP edged away from the group, a little amused at this excitement Miss Barrett was causing. For his own part he cared little for girls of the fragile blond type. Give him a warm red-head any day, or a dashing black-eyed Susan like his sister Sybil. . . . Where was Sybil tonight, anyway? | She’d give him the devil if he didn't put in an appearance. His eyes strayed over the other couples on ‘the floor. Presently he saw her coming toward him, dancing with Jim Neil. Philip smiled approvingly as he watched her, ; His sister, he told himself, was certainly the finest looking woman in Green Hills. Tonight, in a gorgeous gown of metal cloth which emphasized every line of her tall, slim body, she was smart, sophisticated, delicately arrogant. ” 4 zn OR the moment she seemed unusually gay. Her white teeth, strong and brilliant against the deep carmine of her lips, flashed constantly as she chatted with her partner. Her dark eyes roved provokingly over the dancers, yet Philip noticed they carefully avoided the stag line, as if she were afraid their challenge might go unanswered. At any other time. Sybil Hendry would have been the undisputed focus of every male eye; tonight she was feeling the new competition which her uncle’s secretary was offering. She was feeling it, and despite her sparkling gaiety, she was not enjoying it, For more than ohne A "Philip, quick to understand his sister’s moods, saw beyond the quick flash of her smile, the cool abandon dancing. : Oe the smoldering fire in her blue-black eyes, the tense poise of her dark head, the tiny pulse which peat spasmodically . in her white throat whenever she - struggled to hold her feelings in control. ” 2 ” £ waited until Jim Neil came abreast of him again, then he stepped ' forward and tapped him in the shoulder. With a casual “Hello, Phil,” Neil surrendered his partner. Philip guided his sister’s steps out into the center of the floor without speaking. With light mockery in his tone, he sang softly the words of the orchestra's selection: oo : “A fine romance, with no Kkisses— A fine romance, I think this is. .” «Keep still!” Sybil snapped ab-

tly. py brother laughed. *Nice of me, wasn't it, to give a chance to be yourself?” ’ ‘He whirled her past Bob Andrews and Joan Barrett, smiling jously at Joan as he did so. “If you have to be jealous, Syb,”

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MARY MARTIN, her vivid cop- | [ per hair disordered, her facc | and hands smudged with dirt, stood! | on the mountain road and scanned tiie mountainside below her. About half a mile straight down, a slendet plume of smoke rose from the chimney of a half-visible log cabin. A roadside stand—and a telephone, Mary hoped. She could see where the road allel switchbacks and hairpin turns. By road, the distance to the cabin must be all of two miles. She could tnake it straight down in a third the time—and time was important.

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Several minutes later, she pulled herself up sharply, realizing that she had been slipping and sliding in She sat down and lay flat on her back for a minute to regain her breath. After a while, she raised herself on her elbow and looked about her.

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GUPpuNLY, she saw something | moving in a small grove of | aspen some distance to her left. | She lay watching intently. She saw a man furtively emerge from the grove. He stood crouched, looking up and down the mountainside, but apparently, he did not see her. He was a huge man in rough, misfit clothes, and his head and jowls glistened with a fiery red

Presently, he started making his way downward toward the next level of the-road.| Mary watched him a moment. Then, she rose hastily, brushed off her skirt, and once more; went stumbling and sliding downward, keeping parallel with the man, whom she could see slipping from cover to cover. . She reached the next level of the road and stopped. She had lost sight of the man. Where was he? Then, two hundred feet away, she saw him emerge onto the road. his fiery head swinging watchfully. Instantly, she started running toward him, calling to him frantically. ” ” ” “ ELP! Help! Oh, please help me!” Plainly startled by her sudden appearance, he stood hesitant as she drew nearer. She reached him, caught him by the arm, and gestured wildly. “I'm an airplane passenger!” she cried, her voice high and hysterical. “We crashed just the other side of that ridge!” She pointed. “All the others are injured! I was the only one who could go for help. Oh, would you please go on .down to that cabin there and phone for help while I go back and do what I can for the passengers! There's a shipment of gold to be guarded, too . . . “No—wait! YOU go back, while I go to the cabin and phone. The plane’s just over that | ridge—you can’t miss it!” As he hesitated, she gave him a push uphill, “Oh, hurry! Some of them are pinned under the wreckage. I couldn’t get them out. [Maybe you can! And you'd better get the gold out of the baggage compartment.” She gave him another shove, saw him start uncertainly toward the

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LITTLE later, she staggered | through the doorway of the cabin and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The occupants of the cabin—a young couple— |: speechless with surprise, goggled at her. She gestured toward the phone she saw on the wall. “Call . ...” she panted, own the sheriff 0 Without question. the young man did her bidding. By the time the connection had been made, she had regained her breath. She took the receiver and spoke into the mouthpiece. : “Is this the sheriff of Canon City? . .. I've just seen Red Malone, the escaped convict. . . . recognized him from his pictures and the description given over the radio.” She turned to the young couple. “What do you call this region?” Then, into the phone, “He’s on his way over the top of little Grey Bear. . . . I Told him about an airplane crash up there and a cargo of gold. He's looking for it. If you hurry, you'll get him. . . . And say, bring a garage repair man along with you.” As Mary hung up, the young woman was at her side. “A plane crash?” she exclaimed. “Where? How did it happen? Can we help?” Mary sank into a chair, weak from exhaustion and emctional strain. “Listen,” she said, “there was no plane crash. I'm a Chicago schoolteacher touring the West. My car broke down up there on the road, and I was on my way down here to phone for a mechanic. . . .”

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