New Britain herald., 1922-06-13
By ARTHUR B. REEVE iOee NEA Service. Inc,

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 Dick and Garrick were taking | leave. Now. Ruth" Garrick said | graNcly smiling, 'let me go home and sleep, Don't do anything more until get few hours of rest. II takes sloeI to keep up with you"
 | AS Dick was prolonging the good , by and trying to arrange when they l boy opened the hall door and SC, down a beautiful basket Of roses, , Ruth's face sank in the flowers. Wrinkling up her little nose she looked teasingly at Dick. She drew card out Of the basket and threw it on the table. "Mummsy, sec what Jack Curtis sent me Isn't he thoughtful? They are my fayorite shade.
 Mrs. Walden looked none too pleased. Dick was Tn the depths dEdlll' flt "oulb NlllllGls ilaNe sluth up Jack
 Fifteen minutes later back in Gar . rick's rooms Dick was still scowling. this time at the dictagraph as he re- called what he had overheard Jack playing in the love game last night. Garrick picked the headpiece up. You know, l never really saw this thing work. What was the matter with it last night ?"
 Someone damned in on the same wave length. I can't see yet how
 Garrck held up his hand. Its Nra and Glenn in the Pink Room"
 He listened intently. "Vira, I've been aching to have you alone. Please don't get angry at Rae's foolishness with me I can't stop her without making the crowd sore. You know how it is. I've wanted to tell you this in some place where l could ~
 Don't Glenn" There was a silence Then muefled. T oughtn't to tell you but I can't help it. They say you shouldn't be jealous-but if you care Lenough for fellow-how can you help it?"
 I'm going to tell you a secret When you gave me that key to give to them, do you know what l did l got the stuff out first from your house to protect you. I did it on my own And it was lucky I did. How? I put if in my own garage"
 Garrick chuckled. Here at least was one unbonded warehouse of the Velvet Gang.
 You fatheads," This was Eae's voice, interrupting. Be careful. Don't you know that last night they overheard-"
 There was a muffed whisper, mans voice. but it was lost. It was evidently a caution.
 That's partial explanation of why your dictagraph went bad last night, Dick" commented Garrick. Someone's hunting now for the transmitter."
 Dick looked at Garrick and Gar rick at Dick. Here they were power less to stop it. Dick grabbed one of the earpieces.
 There was a singing, metallic noise as if someone had wrenched out the iron grill work in front of the fire place under the old mantel
 The diaphragm reproduced a crash ing crack. The dictagraph receiver was smashed,
 Garrick thoughtfully laid down the earpiece. Well. that's that.'
 T think" suggested Dick, not a bit ruffled, If the Waldens are going back to the Club we'll go out to my workshop on the harbor. If any things going to happen, it will be out there"
 And you'll be near Ruth" pene- trated Garrick.
 Well. Where Ruth is, that's where things happen, eh ?'
 When her mothers car pulled up al the Club that afternoon. Ruth hopped out and was up the steps with a bound.
 Well it is good to see you, Clad" Shake hands, Jim, old dear. Wasn't | I lucky I didn't get killed dead?" Hello, Bob, Steering gear on the Fritz" What a jolly crowd to see after being laid up for couple of days" T tell you, Nira's a peach of a little nurse. Never go back on | that girl" June, you should have seen how we nearly went over the | bridge."
 Her mother stood and looked at Ruth aghast. No one else had got in | a word and she had had a word with | every person on the porch, had made l them feel that they were each her particular friend and had been let in on the whole secret. She hadn't | given anyone a chance to ask a question and had told only just what she wanted and no more, just as if i it had been the whole story to the whole crowd.
 "These fappers don't need q mother or a diplomat; they are all the wisdom of the world condensed" soliloquized Mrs. Walden
 II was perhaps an hour or two later in the afternoon when the big story had become ancient history, mere nine minutes wonder, that