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CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary fo John Hendry. JOHN HENDRY, head. BOB ANDREWS, Hendry's junior partner and Joan's fiance. SYBII, HENDRY, socialite, John Hendry’s niece and Joan's rival in love, PHILIP HENDRY, Svhil's hrother. DOROTHY STARKE, Joan's girlhood friend, CHARLES NORTON, California mining promoter,

mining investment

Joan attended Svhil's (ea and was horror-stricken meet the same. Dorothy Starke whom she had last seen in Seattle seven years ago.

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CHAPTER NINE

ACK once more in the lonely confines of her room at the hotel, Joan faced the end of her dreams. Hopeless and defeated, she sat on the narrow bed, and looked out across the dreary rooftops. : She could not cry; she could not even rage against fate. Neither would have helped. Probably before she was bern, it was written in the stars that she would he condemned to a life like this—harren of hope and happiness, desolate of peace. There was nothing she could do ahout it: there was no way to escape except hy this continual disappearance from one city to another. This time, however, it was more than a disappearance from New York. It meant a last goodby to Bob, the sacrifice of his love and protection, the end of happiness. She wondered, dully. why she kept on living at all. No matter how many years she existed, no matter how far away she traveled, the nichtmare would follow, to torture

and torment her, to terrify anyone |

who might love her. 2 un = N her ears, Sybil’s voice, honeyed and soothing, still rang, and Joan could sense the studied sympathy it would hold as she repeated the story to Bob. But Sybil's eves would remain cold through the telling of it. and. .in her heart there would he no compassion for the girl wha loved him. Joan ‘did not blame Svhil, Leong aco she ceased (oo pnlame peopie for

drawing away from her; it was not

their fault that they could not understand. Neither did she feel any anger toward Derothy Starke. Dorothy’s only sin had been her genuine pleasure in seeing an old friend She could not have known what misery her presence brought to light. If. as she had noticed Joan's confusion, the thought did ‘occur to her, she had responded - splendidly. it. was Dorothy who covered up the matter of the broken cocktail glass, insisting that she herself had Knocked it from Joan's hand. It was Dorothy, too, who had kept the conversation gay and meaningless, until. Joan found courage to tear herself away.

un n 7 gi learn Joan in the past. There was no end to the questions she asked: They had lived in Seattle? Strange, we thought Joan came from Chicazo . . . In school together? Eastman High School? How very, ver: interesting . To think you had to find each other right here in

been delighted to Dorothy had known

had that

New York. after so many years. . .|

how many years? After a while, Dorothy changed the topic. Perhaps she grew tired of Sybil's persistent curiosity. But Svbil could follow a point relentlessly and cleverly. And for some unfathomable reason, Joan realized now, she was intent on discovering every detail in her life. Perhaps ‘Mr. Hendry had asked her to do that, although that did not seem like him. He had taken her into his offices without even inquiring about references. He had never probed into her private affairs. Even if he were more interested now that Bob and she were. to be married, Joan did not hHelieve that he would have taken this curious method of learning more about her. When Mr. Hendry wanted to know something. he inquired directly and - frankly. He did not heat about the bush in Sybil's charming, subtle fashion. » n b- 3 NHE recalled Sybil's clever manS euver to detain Dorothy after the others had left. had followed Joan that thev walk to the station together. But downstairs, Svhil sought out Dorothy's cousin. “Won't you and Dorothy wait just a moment, Rarbara?”’ she heard her suggest. “1 have a little gift I want you to enjov in Florida Just a minute after the others leave?”

Dorothy

Joan could picture her, mquiring out |

into details. drawing Dorothy delicately. bit by bit, piecing together, guessing, confirming. By this time, the whole horrible story “My reprieve 15 up,” Joan thouzht. “I've had two years + two perfect years.” She got up, walked to the window and pulled down the shade. Perhaps it was better, getting it all over quickly like this. At least she was spared the suspense of wondering, and eventually, the agony of a last parting with Bob. It was easier now, while he was far away

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HE would write him a note and a explain. . . . No, she coula not do that. She could never explain in a way that he would understand . Let him hear the story from Svhil. |. He would, anyway. She would merely sav goodby. She must write to Mr. Hendry, too. Somehow, she hated that - more than anything. He would think she was a coward for coming and telling him herself. “I

like a person who can stand up and | sala. |

face an issue.” he always “These alibis and excuses. ... Bah!” Yet what good would it do to stand up and face this issue? Mr, Hendry would be kind. as so many other men had been kind to her. As Dorothy Starke's father had been kind. In the end, however, their reaction was the same. all unfortunate, terribly unfortu-

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nate. But what could they do about |

it. father had murdered 3

Her

man . .. at least, the courts had de- |

he had. The stigma too. Nothing would Nothing.

cided that was on her, wash. it away.

No matter how straight and {rue |

she lived her life, the world would say, nevertheless: “Her father killed a man. It's in her blood, too, to kill.” Boh would love her, despite whatever the world said. She knew that, as she knew the sun would rise -s32ain gn the morrow. He would LE “br side against the world.

sian pn \

upstairs, suggesting |

she knew everything-- |

doing |

not. |

It was |

But deep within his own heart, the words would ring: “Her father | killed a man. It’s in her blood, too, | to kill.” would watch them, too, with suspi- | cion and. fear, wondering if the curse had been handed down to

| them.

| through that shadow. ... n 7” u YHE took her bags from the closet,

reau drawers. She did® not

lating things. | Where should she go this time? | Boston? |of Boston. Its people were interected in families and backgrounds; | they would ask questions, too. Phila|delphia? Philadelphia was the city of Friends. Surely there would be {a place for her among them .

With a sudden shrillness, the tele- |

phone on her wall rang, and its echo | jangled through the room, filling her mind” with new dread. She stood still in tne center of the room, her arms she had just taken from the closet. Who would it he? Who could it be, ‘but. Sybil? And now she did not

want to explain, to plead with her | not, |

for understanding. She could

{feel safe with her secret locked int

| Sybil's breast. remain true

For Sybil could not to a trust; her eyes

were too cold, too uncompromising. | might |

She might promise.” she | pledge, but she would keep the sefcret only as long as it suited her {to do so.

| not answer it. : It was not Sybil Hendry, however. For Sybil, at that moment, was pac-

ing up and down her own rose and

silver boudoir, waiting impatiently

for the call she had put through to

Philip in Chicago. |

If they had children, he |

No. she could not ask Bob to live |

and slowly began emptying bu- | have | much to pack. Her mother and she | I never acquired the habit of accumu- |

Somewhow she felt afraid

filled with clothes |

Joan tried to shut her ears to the | phone's insistent ringing. She would |

Love

| WENTY minutes later, across the miles, | “Hello, Philip. Any news in Chi- | cago?” ; | “Not a thing.” His tone was dis[couraging. “This is a wild goose | chase, Svb. The girl worked with Ward & Cleaver all right. I checked fon that. Got good reports on her, tno. She lived at a girls’ club—the | old matron even remembered her there. But beyond that, I'm stuck. Svbil's thoughts raced beyond Chicago. “Philip,” she said excitedly, “I found out something today. Forget

She lived in Seattle—and went to Eastman High School there, seven years ago.” “Wait a minute! | down. say?”

it?” “I hope it will. At any youre getting closer to facts.” | “Philip, have you money?” | “Enough to get me to Seattle. ! T'11 wire you from there.” | “Please do, Philip. I'l jous. Bob's out ‘of town, and I'd like (o get something definite beI {ore he returns.” | "0. K. How's the old man?” “Just. fine. I've told him about splendid new position—sell{ing bonds. He's beaming over it. {1 know you can talk him up te a | new roadster when you get back.” | Philip chuckled. | Syb. I'll write him | here promoting myself. | of bonds am I selling?” “Oh, I don't know. Harris, . . ”

rate

| your

a note from Ask Bill

| pleased with the success of her tea. | It had indeed been a brilliant idea | to pretend a friendship for the girl.

' Dorothy Starke.

(To Be Continued)

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HE assassin of Peter Kovacs, the eminent orchestra conduc-

tor, might never have been appre- | the |

hended had it not heen for presence in the audience, that night,

of Hanno the Great—the world-fa- |

mous magician. | Kovacs had recently enraged the partisans of the dictatorship wrich governed the little Balkan country of the musician's nativity, by publicly referring to that government

as a tyranny, and by stating that, |

as long as it held power, he would neither conduct nor reside in his native land. A capacity crowd was present the first concert he concucted in New York after this statement, Ii was while the orchestra was playing the final number, the “Marche Slav” of Tachaikowsky, that the assassination occurred. :

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{ " nu " Y was during that near the end of the piece, when the old Russian national hymn is played bv the full orchestra, fortissimo — the horns blaring out the theme, and the kettle drums beating the rhythm—it was during this that

a man suddenly arose in a box on| | the left side of the house and, shout-! mg imprecations at the conductor, | and |

drew a long-barreled revolver

| shot at Kovacs. | As the conductor teetered a moment on the podium, then fell to the stage, there was near panic in the audience. The manager of the hall | appeared and, with the greatest difficulty, succeeded in | frightened assemblage.

Meanwhile, the still shouting man | A phy- | sician from the audience examined | Kovacs and pronounced him dead,

in the hox had been seized.

| and the police were called. { When the first excitement died down, the manager informed

the audience that the killer was in | requested those per- | sons sitting in or near the box from | which the shot had been fired to re- |

custody, and

main in their seats while police

passed among them and took their | names and addresses, in order that | against |

they might give testimony | the murderer, if needed.

as quietly as possible. n Hn ” Y= it was that a man arose In the first. row downstairs, and addressed the manager.

talk to the police.” he said. “Who are “you?” the asked. :

“I am Hanno. the magician. Prob-

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pened here.

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{found to’ have a perfect alibi.” “But we all saw!” the exclaimed. sons |. “You

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