New Britain herald., 1923-07-30
How ?" he demanded.

| HOW! ne uemanued,
 ,"Get in touch with his agent Lien-Yin. Tell him that at all costs he must furnish you with every proof that Chai-Hung is dead'
 The Commissioner pressed the bell.
 Its hell of nuisance" he an- nounced somewhat testify. ''and I'm cnly going through with 1t for your sake-and Monica's" Pennington closed the door after him and strolled toward where Mrs. Whey was sitting, the Siamese cat curled up fast asleep. in her lap. A chair--a long cane affair, with cushions in chintz covers-was drawn up so closely that its protruding arm almost touched hers. The very proximity of the thing thrilled him and he accepted the invitation 1t offered. ......... ......
 You wanted to talk to me-" he ventured at length.
 The girl regarded him thoughtfully.
 Yes" she admitted. T want you to tell me what ought to do. It seems so dreadful not to have some definite object in life. It's been borne upon me rather forcibliy lately that I'm no real use to anybody. I'm supposed to be keeping house for my brother. He looked after himself very well before I came out. The truth is-I'd nowhere else to go. I interfere with his work; he's per- petually anxious fir my safety, and he's seriously exercises as to my fu- ture." She picked up her fan and yawned behind it. Things can't go on like this forever, can they?"
 T suppose not" agreed Pennington, inwardly cursing his luck that pre- vented him voicing what to him, at that moment, was an amazingly simple solution to the difficulty.
 There's only one thing for it." continued Monica desperately. i've got to get married!"
 Pennington crimsoned to the roots of his ruffled hair.
 "Married!" he echoed blankly.
 T suppose you're going to tell me that I've had one husband already, and ought to be satisfied with that"
 T wasn't
 Swear to me that you didn't even think it."
 T swear" said Pennington, re- covering himself somewhat. ITO wondering"
 Who the victim was to be. | That's just what I wanted to talk to you about. I've received a proposal of marriage!"
 She paused to observe the effect of her statement upon her nearer, but she could only see the few unruly hairs that sprouted up at the back of his head. just where the irregular parting ended
 "Verbal?" he inquired with exag- gerated disinterestedness.
 NO, in writing. Would you like to see it?"
 Good Lord, mol"
 He turned toward her, his boyish face twisted into an expression of mortified amazement.
 "Oh, I wouldn't have shown it to any ordinary man. You see, I don't regard you as an ordinary being"
 Whats his name?" asked Pen- nington grimly.
 Tt begins with D." she volun- teered wickedly.
 'DaWson!'
 "I didn't say it was Dawson!" She looked down at her fingers. Would you advise me to marry him?" she continued innocently.
 Great heavens, Mrs. Whey! Why do you ask me that? Why not con- suit your brother, a woman friend, anyone but me?"
 Thirty seconds later, the brain storm had passed and he found him. 'elf on the threshold of his own room tt the Commissioners bungalow. As he slammed the door after him, he only thing that came to offer con- ,lation was the Samese kitten. It lad somehow crept in before him and i le almost trod on it before he was : lware that it was there. He rescued I t gently and placed 1t on the folded t blanket at the foot of his bed. (
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