Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-08-28

Mr.. Ancaster that Lady Daragh ant
| must go to Boston at >. I've for
gotten that we were to appear at Inc
West African Club dinner tonight
I'm writing him. Good-by''
Because she was an old fashioned
girl. Peggy had feminine intuitionS
and she had taken Il dislike to Miss
Chumley. She didn't know why: she
didn't care ON the morning follow
ing receipt OF Miss Chumley'S re-
grets, Peggy was aroused by a GER
tain blue envelope in the' mail. Mr.
Ancaster read it, and his color rose
Miss Brown he suggested, vii
you answer this by telephone? Say
I'll he delighted"
She took the blue sheet and read
Dear Mr.. Ancaster:
We've been so dreadfully we'll
entertained in your delightful coun-
try that l feel I'm quite losing my
mind. Do forgive us, won't YOU
Lady Daragh is friChtfully annoyed
having to leave in this beaStly hurry
But do he q good sort and have tea
with us at the Charleton, wont you
There's a rather larky party on fol
q week from Wednesday, and l SO
want to tell YOU about it. Shall we
see you at 5"
PHYLLIS CHUMLEY.'
Suppose she won't he there, Mr.
Ancaster" Peggy bit her tongue. but
the words were out.
Huh ?" Ancaster started, as with
q guilty conscience.
She hasn't given any address,
detiantly.
."Oh--so she han't." He was some
what clustered. well. I'll attend to
it,"
THAT Chumley woman's fishy.'
said Peggy, but to herself. A hit-or-
miss opinion, no doubt. She made
another stab at her shadowy foe.
II was looking over your appoint.
ment book, Mr. Ancaster," she said
You We're to take the o'clock train
for Philadelphia and see Mrs. Kat2
at quarter of s about her tour"
THANK you, he acknowledged
kindly. will you wire Mrs. Kat2
that I'm delayed, but will see her al
S:15?"
Peggy answered the telephone after
he had gone home to dress and heard
the Chumley voice requiring Mr.. An
caster.
Hes gone out" replied Peggy.
"1iave you any i-dya where one can
find him.
He has an appointment with Miss
Phyllis Chumley at the Charleton at
five.
A silence. Sensitized as Peggy was
20 the telephone, she sometimes
caught moods on the part OF a
speaker hidden behind space. And
what was this, fluttering warningly to
her ear? Somebody comforting with
Miss Phyllis Chumley. Then some
thing sharp. merry, singing. A
giggle.
Soho. thought Peggy Brown, and
the voice resumed: | wonder if 1t
would be possible to reach him with a
message? My aunt and l have been
delayed by a conference with our
bankers. I'm afraid we sha'n't be
able to reach our hotel
SO there was nothing for Peggy
Brown but to make for the Charleton.
lust outside the tea-room she saw
Ancaster. Being practical, she
would have made at him, but a
glimpse she got Of couple in the cor
rider caused her to pause and tumble
for her handy intuition. They were
having a good time watching An.
caster. The girl, who was rather
smart and peachy. twinkled her black
eyes at the waiting lunatic; her COM
panion had grown purple with joy.
ooh, see" unused Peggy Brown: A
mysterious female had been making
broken dates with her Ancaster. She
had talked Of aristocratic connections.
She had giggled over the telephone.
Yes. And the girl in the corridor.
jeering at poor Mr.. Ancaster, should
be Miss Phyllis Chumley.
Should have have been--but was
she? Peggy recalled a circumstance
that testified against Miss Chumley.
That pair had been at the Planetary
oftice'a few days before. Mr.. Shields
had talked with the girl. Now,