New Britain herald., 1922-06-05
CHAPTER I THE RADIO DANCE

THE RADIO DANCE
 Ruth worries me-" t".-
 Mrs. Kenmore Walden drew Gu!
 Garrick toward the quiet end of tn,
 Nonowantic Country Club.
 Garrick did not need to affect in terest. fort Ruth Walden was far ant away the most interesting problem of the Country Club set. Of lat . years Garrick had grown to be coun selor and conndant in all the ills t which North Shore society was heir
 Mrs. Walden smiled abstractedly She was one of those stunning wom en of today whom oneconfuses witt their daughters.
 She says that I betray my in feriority complex when I say it-tha what really mean Is not that Rutt worries me, but youth worries me that don't understand young people today. l may have understood youne people in the days of the Florodora sextette-but I don't understand them now-and that's what really worrie, me"
 No one would believe you could have a daughter old enough to worry you, Nita," declared Garrick in un- affected admiration. But tell me what 1t was you couldn't say over the telephone when you got me at last thts morning"
 T suppose you've heard all about the first Radio Dance last night over at Bellevue Lodge-you know, the Gerard n1Qco O1dfe1d ou
 Garrick nodded.
 Well. you know how young Glenn Buckley got the Gerards to put in . wireless outfit-had Professor Vario from the big Radio Central Station at Rock Ledge help him install 1t. At least that's what Glenn said. The truth was. of course, that Professor Vario had to do all the work Glenn just messes around with it, has ac- quired the lingo-but I guess that's about all"
 Garrick smiled at the characteriza- ton and Mrs. Walden hurried on. dance to celebrate the installation. Lo and behold, they had scarcely started when that awful thunder shower you remember last night ?-swept around. as they often do, from the Connecticut shore. That stopped the music over the wireless"
 "Yes - static Natures jazz jagged the radio jazz!"
 Tt was spectacular storm. you know. with the lightning flashing and crashes of thunder. They were AnI, ,ryta <o 11o' and canned music or improvise an orchestra of their own. At the height of the storm came a voice from the French windows
 Hands up And be quick about 1t! Line up along that wall! sss And keep you mouths ahut.'s- zI
 There seemed to be three of them, masked. two men and girl-a regu- lar devil-may- care hussy. She held the bag and a gun and took the tn epafty . They seemed to know just what they wanted, what to ex- pect."
 What did they get?"
 Why, those bandits went through l the party. They must have got away with a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry ' oh, more than that. The Walden pearls that they took from Ruth were worth twenty thousand easily"
 "A good haul But what's this gossip I hear that it was an inside | job!"
 Mrs. Walden glanced about to make sure that they were out of ear shot. That's what want you help on, Guy" She dropped her voice. T think Mckay can tell you better. at first hand. Mckay is our chauffeur. She leaned over the rail of the ve- randa. John"
 Mckay, down the driveway with the car, touched his cap and sidled up the steps of the club veranda.
 John, will you tell Mir. Garrick what you saw last night over at 
 Well, sir" began Mckay, ebalanc- ng accurately first on one foot, then ,n the other, as he picked at his visored cap, "after 1t was all over md there was general alarm, sir, ,ld MT. Gerard came down to see what all the shootin' was for and he asked me lot of questions-aboutI he signal-and-"
 Just how did you happen to be here, Mckay" asked Garrick. T ,idnt know Miss Ruth would let anybody drive her car" Mckay smiled. He had a touch of ,umor. eevn though his keen Irish wit saw the serious and suspicious de of. the incident. "Oh. had been out joy-riding, sir I'm sorry to have to say it, he bowed toward Mrs. Walden with Lotta, one of the maids at Oldfield-" It was evident that Mckay was triving to show that he had nothing o conceal-and lot to tell More ,ver, on the score that there had $ ,een a signal and the affair was an inside job. he seemed anxious to