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You asked for something i'm promptu-somethin fitting the mo- ment. It's awful bunk. Of course. and terribly, punk, but it's the best conld do on short notice. Anyhow. it mentions tn fiddles and tn music.'
 The music" repeated Nita look ing puzzled. What music?"
 AS she put the question the sing CTS in the song began again the last line of the refrain, Tn the Valley Of the Noon
 Jack stared at her.
 w what music? Say. what th-"' he .stutterod. explcsively. Then the sohhing violins, the moan ing 'cellos. and the deep-toned ,iol, took up once more the plaintive throbhing melody.
 Jack laughed, glanced all around the room, and then back at the woman, sitting in the big leather chair. the glass from which she had just drank held suspended, bottom upward. between her fingers.
 Whats tn matter with you, Nita?" he asked. good naturedly. Trying to make me think I'm hearing things nobody else hears ?'
 She rose deliberately and placed her glass on the tray. Simultaneous with her movement the music stopped, She looked at him, and her smile seemed like a thing come to stay.
 What are you hearing now, Jack?" she asked, softly.
 Then their slances met again. and held for an instant. Suddenly both burst into laughter.
 Clever isn't it?" she queried, her black eyes glistenlng. 'But-what 3 scare the thing gave me when ] dropped down in that chair. and harps, fiddes and things began to play right under me- Then, ss 1t stopped. I knew. of course, where the music came from. and sat down again. Then I thought I'd have some fun with you, but
 Even as she was recjting this care fully plotted incident. Nita Ravelle s sub h-conscious self was reviewing her purchase in Pittsburgh. several days before, of this musical chair. bought expressly for this planned occasion The psychology of the thing-the opening it gave her to work up 3 possible 'scena' with Jack had 1r1 n Nite'e c,r1,
 He stepped across and seated him self in the chair. Instantly the mu- sic started. But another record had taken the place of The Valley of the Moon" The air now being re- produced was that of the once popu- lar If Hearts Win Tonight Lose"
 Jack remained seated until the first verse and refrain had been completed. Then he rose. The music ceased.
 "Tsn't it the funny little co-inci- dence, Jack ?" She warbleJ the last line of the song. Do you know ?' she went on, placing hand on his shoulder with familiar camara derie. as she stood by his side, eff il were  not for the hideous reality of this tn frigbtful hurt if may do my rep utatlon If if eyer leaks out--1'J be inclined to enjoy if. Wouldn't you, Jack?"
 What could the poor man say--or do? She had been caught in tran along with him--or so he thought, While in no wise to blame. yet--as he helieved-hc was the direct cause of the misadNenture which was causing her a thousand dollars cash and--if the affair ever came to ight-she might be the subject of false comment.
 Its all my fault. Njta-that is, indirectly,' said Jack, after d mo- ment or two. 50 l cannot, of course, permit you to lose tn thousand dol lars. I'll get q check cashad in day or so and hand il to you in cur rency. That way nobody but you and ] will be wise"
 She made no answer for a period of ten seconds, and then shc played a trump card.