Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-06-08

"The Bacchante," to see If its move
ments have anything to do with the
occupants of the wireless equipped
houseboat sea Vamp," where Ruth
and her questionable friends spend
much Of their time, and where they
found some of the robbers loot AMI
a roll of undeveloped films. Ely a
ruse they get on The Bacchante,"
where they find Professor Vario, ra-
dio expert, and learn of a w. 49tn
st. restaurant called THE Inner
Circle"
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER ~
THE INNER CIRCLE
They caught the afternoon train
Tor the city.
1t was a perfect summer evening
In June. They mounted the break
heck spiral to the top Of a bus and
jolted and swayed across to Fifth
avenue, then uptown in blocks of
motors and taxis. Everywhere were
gay crowds, almost as if New York
were itself a summer resort.
Sauntering slowly down Forty
ninth street they found the address
of the Inner Circle, a big old brown
stone house midway in the block
west of the avenue, back of a high
Iron fence with plain brass knobs
setting off the sections. Heavy
Erilled doors opened into an English
Basement. Two or three smart mo-
tors were drawn up along the curb.
"Recherche." nodded Dick, hesi-
Eating d bit.
Garrick turned in at the gate and
pressed a button by the side of the
doors. Aren't I select enough for
the Inner Circle 2" He Strengthened
with true British swank.
The door swung open. Garrick in
INJURED nothing, explained nothing.
He inclined slightly toward Dick 10
precede him and they passed the
Americanized butler. 1t had been "a
magnificent gesture on Garrick's
part. The most difficult thing had
been accomplished on sheer nerve.
He might have owned the place
as he led the way up the short flight
Of stairs from the former basement.
Monsieur Georges-as 1 live!"
Garrick grasped the hand of a
|, thick-set, erect, very dark French
man with a black, pointed mustache.
He had been standing just at. the
head of the stairs.
a "Ah-h! 1t is Monsieur the Ad-
khiral!" The Frenchman grinned
pleasantly, displaying rows of splen-
did teeth. Indeed he seemed in fine
trim.
Before them opened a little al
cove reception room. Garrick paced
on into it, followed by Georges. and
Introduced Dick.
you must know Monsieur, Dick.
who made the old Chateau Rouge
up by Tarrytown so wonderful in
the old days?"
Georges motioned them to a little
table, clapped his hands sharply and
q waiter appeared on rubber heels,
took an order and they settled them
selves. Now for the mystery of the
dancing men," whispered Garrick to
Dick just as Georges turned. There
was just a shade of contempt in
Garrick's tone of raillery. At a
glance he had taken an estimate Of
the character of the place.
For ten or fifteen minutes Gar
rick reminisced of the old days be-
fore and during the war. Gradually
Dick pieced together the drama Of
the present.
1t seemed that a group of rapid
young people. many of them his
own acquaintance. had started
There had been a split of some kind,
reducing the stalwarts down to
twenty. The twenty had tried to
go it alone. But it had been too
much of their allowances. 1t had
been a bit too exclusive.
Now it was really a private club
run by M. Georges who had catered
to the elite of a generation at the
Chateau Rouge. Most of the twenty
had stuck, and enough of the Sc
elected elect admitted by card kept
the Inner Circle going.
The long, wide, high-ceilinged
vi r1or IF tho old house had haep
)lHemodeled into a dining room with
q beautiful dance floor. Outside they
could hear the plaintive rhythmic
notes of the clubs own Hawaiian
orchestra Of three performers.
As nearly as Garrick could make
It out NJ. Georges was making an
excellent thing out of the revolt
against reform.
In a lull of the conversation and
above the soft Hawaiian strains
hoated new voices from a table OUT
side.
"Well Glenn. here we are. alone
for once"
Dick peered cautiously out
through slightly parted portieres
and nodded to Guy. 1t was Vira.
ut does seem good, doesn't it?"
she was saying. mo Rae, no Ruth,
no rumpus. Let's have no worry.
You've been looking nervous, late
~"
"vira, you're great tonight! That
violet tweed is slick. If I stole a
kiss . . would you register anger?
That's the word they use. isn't it?
Register" Glenn chuckled content
" as they toyed with thin-stemmed
glasses. Its mighty fine of you,
Vira, to notice that I haven't been
looking quite right. I didn't think
you cared any more for me than for
the rest of them. To tell the truth
] am worried but l can't tell
anyone"
II don't believe it's over exams.
Horace or calculus around in your
pocket. You're not in love, are you,
Glenn? ?" Vira gave him a look that
would have thrilled the audience of
my movie palace from coast to
Eoast.
Glenn reached over, took her
hand. passed his foo under the
table and laid it gently over her
dainty ankle. Honest to God, Vira.
I love your Then he added fer
vently, ST want to get you in my
racer, soon, and we'll motor out to
some nice quiet spot. like Canoe
Place used to be . . and I'm going
to tell you all about it. Will yen
let me tell you . d. how much
love your"
Dear boy. I'm just dying to go on
that ride with you" Her eyes were
sparkling like dewdrops on a green
leaf in the morning sun. Vira knew
it, meant them to sparkle. At a
lower level she would have reason