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Hollywood's Stephanie Stevens to white hope of the sedson, “Laird, after -the California game ‘by State In a | | walkaway. Pete is pled, momentaril forgetting ‘that he 30 meet his college sweetheart, Anne reys, before her’ train leaves for George Landers, State’s capand his best friend, coach Dinty and hundreds of alumni waiting the day’s hero. Cameramen catch .‘of ‘Stephanie and Pete as he her ‘as her note requested. As elir drives them away from ium theré is a crash. The car “Stephanie screams. . . .

{CHAPTER THREE HUMPHREY'S face finto a worried frown. “I ‘understand Lete’s ‘not being George.” Landers was sitting 2 her in the hotel lobby. “I'm on a 9:30 train, He knows ie fold me to be here.” 8,” replied Ianders uncombly, “all I know is what I've you. He was late dressing beof that crowd of reporters. +he’d be right along.” - Lan-

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smiled a funny little smile + made Landers turn away. ,” .she said, with an at- | ‘lightness that failed, “if

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‘ g drink... I need one.” y: Dugan walked up. “Hello, he sald. “Where's Pete?” liked. Dugan. He was quiet, professorial—not blood-and- ,. not locker room ogre. just didn’t fit as a name, avs what we've been trying gout,” she answered - anx- ' “George thinks the ‘news-

“Everyone had left when the el closed up almost an hour

Maybe ‘he's got a sick grandor,” sand Ante bitterly. “There only. 500 alumni in there waith their mouths open. I'm I'll Have to go. I don’t think hold the train for me, not 3 mt) the great Laird arrives.” it easy, Anne,” consoled “He may have been caught

“Where's Pete now?” Anne's face was white, | : “Doesn’t say,” replied Landers. “Just says he n’t hurt seriously.”

“Where'd he find this Stevens

him with a glance. “She’s his sick grandmother,” cried Anne bitterly. She turned on her heel to walk away. “Easy, Anne.” Landers grasped her arm. “Give him ga chance to do his own explaining.” Anne turned around and faced him squarely. = “Perhaps you're right, George,” she conceded, “but I'm so ashamed. Sitting around here like some little doll in a china shop. Help me get, my things together,” she added, ‘and let's hope he can explain.” He helped her into a cab. “See you Tuesday,” she said with a halfhearted wave. “And. thanks for standing by.” The cab ' pulled away. _ Landers shoved his hands into his pockets and slumped back into the lobby. Dugan was waiting. “I wonder where our guest of honor is?” ‘He was looking into the crowded banquet hall. “Probably with this Stevens,” Landers said bitterly, “but I wouldn’t bother him tonight, Coach: He gets sort of riled when people butt into his personal affairs.” “If he thinks this football team is his personal affair,” - Dugan snapped, “he’s got another guess coming.” “What are we going to tell the wolves in there, Coach?” “What can we say?” retorted Dugan uncomfortably. “They've seen the papers. Tell them Mr. Lair

really go for that. Some of them drove 200 miles today to see the game and hear Laird say a couple of words. 0, They walked into the Dares I hall ther. 2. 8 8 MEANWHILIS, Pete Laird was in & whirl. He\ had teen thrown against the side of the car and had received a painful bump on the head. Police had taken their names, but

arrived. 1s fata Stephanie leaned over, loosened his necktie and opened his collar. ¥Oh, Pete,” she cooed, “I'm so sorry this had to happen.” ‘Im. all right,” he assured her, “but I'm afraid your chauffeur’s in a pretty bad way.” “Yes, I'm afraid so. too. They took ‘him to a hospital.” Laird’s head throbbed, and he ran his hand over a painful knob on his skull. It felt wet and sticky. “You're bleeding,” : Stephanie) cried as he pulled: his hand away. “Just alittle cut. Hit my head against, the door, I guess.” She propped his head on her mem and. “drew quite close. Suddenly, usly, he put his arms around

impetuo _ | her, pulled her close and kissed her

tenderly. She did not protest. There: was

‘Ino indignant “Why did you do that?” or “Please stop!” as he had

‘That must. be reserved for college girls, he decided. grinned, and she smiled back.

d h ”. | was ‘unavoidably detained. They'll single-handed job I've seen.

they fled in a cab before reporters)

“I'm glad you did that,” she said simply. “I wanted you to.” #8 8 THEY at her home, and he gaped at ‘sumptuous grounds, a rambling English style house, an inviting swimming pool. “Not bad,” he said admiringly. “Thanks,” she replied. “I like it.” Two men ran out of the open doorway to meet the cab. One wore a tweed coat with a polo shirt and scarf. Words mouth. “Steph, baby . . . are you all right? What a scare! Rand and I have been: worried sick. We heard it on the radio. You're O. K. aren’t you, baby? You're—" “Yes, Larry,” she interrupted with some annoyance, “I'm alive, in one piece, and still paying you 15 per cent, so take it easy. Mr. Laird, meet my agent, Mr, Winship. ”» “Well, hello, Laird,” said Winship. “Say, this is nice. Brother, you were the berries today. What a football player! I thought Orv Mohler was pretty fair, but that run of yours—” “Cut it, Larry,” interposed Stephanie curtly. “Mr. Laird isn’t interested and we’ve ‘heard it.” - Winship smiled at the rebuke with little concern, but he stopped. “And this is Sterling Rand, my producer, Pete,” said Stephanie of a short, dapper chap in chalkstripes. - Impeccably dressed and well-gromed, Rand was the epitome! of how most ‘men would like’ to

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he said, holding out his hand. “Best

‘Winship had been quiet too long. “Well, folksies,” he said ingratiatingly, “how’s about a little touch? What'll you ‘have, Laird—Scotch, rye, bourbon, sherry, beer, gin, or goat’s milk? After that wild ride with ‘Steph here, I'd suggest anything but the last.” Pete was dubious but Winship insisted: “C'mon,” he urged, “you car break rules this one night.” - “All right,” agreeed Pete, still uneasy, “mix me something nice and soft.” “Right,” said Winship. “Steph, ead me to that bar of yours, and I'll go to work. Rand will show you where you can clean up, Laird,” he called. Pete followed Rand upstairs while Stephanie and Winship retired to the recreation room. When they were safely out of hearing, Winship crushed her in his arms and kissed her warmly. “Nice work, baby,” he said. “That auto crash was just what ‘we: need “Don’t blame that. ab onme, darling,” she replied, kissing him again. “That was unrehearsed and ‘almost fatal. How’s Field?” “I'm afraid he's ‘done for,” Winship ‘answered.’

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minute.” “The great one stole a kiss on the way over,” she confided. “He kisses like a football player.” “Never mind that. "How's big stuff taking all this?”

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