The Holbrook news., 1922-08-25

did he come to be in that gambling house? Did he say anything to you about going there?" The girls ques- tions tumbled over each other in her hurry
 "Well, ma'am, 1t must "a been about nine o'clock that Clay left last night. I recollect because"
 Tt doesn't matter why. Where was he going?"
 ''To meet Mir Bromfield at his club" said Kitty.
 MT. Bromfeldr' cried Beatrice, sur prised. Are you sure?"
 'That's what Clay said," corroborated the husband. "Mr. Bromfield invited him. We both noticed 1t because it seemed kinda funny, him and Clay not bein'-"
 Johnnie" his wife reproved. mind ful of the relationship between this young woman and the clubman.
 Did he say which club?"
 "Seems to me he didn't, not as I re- member. How about that. Kitty?"
 "No, I'm sure he didn't. He said he wouldn't be back early. So he went to bed. We s'posed after we got up this mo'nin' he was sleepin' in his room, till the paper come and looked at it." Johnnie gave way to lament. 'T told him awhile ago he had orto go back to Arizona or they'd git him. And now they've gone and done it sure enough"
 Keen as a hawk on the hunt. Bea- trice turned to her father quickly ''Tm going to get Clarendon on the phone. He'll know all about it."
 "Why will he know all about it?"
 Because he was with Clay. He's the man the paper says the police are looking for-the man with Clay when 1t happened"
 Her fathers eyes lit. That. good guessing, Bee"
 It was her fiance's man who an swered the girls call. She learned that Clarendon was still in his room.
 Hes quite sick this morning, miss," the valet added.
 "Tell him want to talk with him. It's important"
 q don't think. miss, that he's able"
 "Will you please tell him what say?"
 Presently the voice of Bromfield, thin aDd worried, came to her over the wire. "Fm i'll, Bee. Absolutely done up. Fl can't talk"
 "Tell me about Clay Lindsay. Were you with him when-when it happened?"
 There was a perceptible pause be- fore the answer came.
 with him?" She could feel his ter TOT throbbing over the wire. Though she could not see him, she knew her question had stricken him white. With him where?"
 At this gambling-house- Mad dock's?"
 "No, I-I-Bee, I tell you I'm ill."
 He went out last night to join you at your club. know that. When did you see him last?"
 "I-we didn't-he didn't come.'
 "Then you didn't see him at all?"
 There was another pause, significant and telling, followed by quavering "No-o."
 "Clary, I want to see you-right away"
 "Fm i'll, I tell you-can't leave my bed" He gave groan too genuine to doubt.
 Beatrice hung up the receiver. Her eyes sparkled. For all her slimness, she looked both competent and dan- gerous.
 "What does he sayT her father asked.
 Says he didn't meet Clay at all that he didn't show up. Dad, there's something wrong about 1t. Clary's in panic about something. I'm going to see him, no matter whether he can leave his room or not"
 Whitford looked dubious. q don't see"
 "Well, do," his daughter cut him off decisively. "We're going to his rooms-now. Why not? He says he's i'll. All right. I'm engageo to be married to him and I've a right to see how i'll he is"
 "What's in your noodle, honey? You've got some kind of a suspicion. What is it?"
 q think Clary knows something. My notion Is that he was at Mad docks and that he's in blue funk for fear he'll be found and named as an accessory. I'm going to find out all he can tell me-"
 But"
 She looked at her father directly. a deep meaning in the lovely eyes. A little tremor ran through her body. Dad, I'm going to save Clay. That's the cnly thing that counts" Her words were an appeal, a chal- lenge. They told him that her heart belonged to the friend in prison, ard they carried him back somehow to the houl when the nurse first laid her, a tiny baby, in his arms. His heart was very tender to her. "Whatever you say, sweetheart" Their chauffeur broke the speed laws getting them to the apartment house for bachelors where Bromfield lived.
 His valet for once was caught off guard when he opened the door to them Beatrice was inside before he couIc quite make up his mind how best to meet this frontal attack. "XVa came tO Sea Mir RrOmtiaId I" she said.
 "Sorry, miss. He is really quite Ill. The doctor says"