New Britain herald., 1928-09-27
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how are you? And Craisi.- you're looking like million Aren't you people at the Cape?"
 We closed the place yesterday explained her mother. Wal wasn't enjoying herself at all She thought she'd be happier in town."
 Tn town. This weather" Well. Falls almost here, you know. Sybil Here 1t is Septem. Der. already r.
 They had dinner together at the Touraine. Valerie was late. aa usual. She was very dazzling as she came flying in. American beauty was the vogue just then and Val's ensemble was unquestionabls stunning. The color heightened her glowing cheeks, and the bit oi mole about her high collar wal most becoming.
 Hello. everybody. Sorry I'm late Win Wingate was at Rarb'S tea - and he's a perfect howl. simply couldn't get away. Why Sib, what's the matter? You look like wreck. Guess Havana's r. life got you. darling. Too many cocktails make crows feet"
 sybil could have choked her I'm all right she said evenly Thanks for your solicitude."
 Craig pressed her arm lovingly "I thought Sybil looked wonder fully we'll" he lied Loyalty.
 She felt his eyes on her all through dinner. searching anxious 80 kind and good. And she thought, irrelevantly, of other eyes mad blue eyes, that devoured her body and soul And she Wond'a ed as she toyed with her salad and smiled across to Craig. what had happened to Richard.
 There had been wireless mes- sage on the boat from Jack Moore lacking altogether in detail Everything fine" he had ralioed.
 "Of all the dumb messages' sputtered Sybil. and showed it to Mabel. Tt doesn't mean a thing"
 "Oh. yes. it does, and l thi.-,.. cpined Mabel coolly, that Jack Is quite worthy of being trusted"
 That was the day the redoubt- able MT. Moore. fortified by fe" drinks, dropped round to the N''e t,,<A nf fa1 Richard what he thought of him. He delivered himself with scant forbearance and considerable elo- quenc., saving his finishing touch for his grand finale.
 "Sybil and Mabel" he proclaim ed, wiping his forehead. F>r the strength of his endeavors had made him hot and moist. He smiled with sardonic satisfa ,tion.
 "sybiI and Mabel" he announced sailed this afternoon"
 Richard looked at him b'dnkly.
 "sailed?' he repeated stupidly.
 "Yes-sailed! And you've lost one damn fine little wife, prodded Moore savagely.
 You don't mean Sybil's really gone?"
 That's exactly what mean, And. what's more." gibed Jack she never wants to see you again.
 "The devil she doesnt." Rich- ard sprang angrily to his feet. You keep out of this. Moore" he threatened. "Sybil's my wife,
 "More's the pity" taunted Jack.
 "We'll take care Of our own affairs," countcred Richard fu- riously. And I'll thank you to mind your own business"
 Jack smiled maddeninsiy. Don't thank me-" he begged politely Because you know-really. Eusti, I've already got my finger in the pie"
 l Nonchalantly he fingered the Of lending card of Isabella Petite.
 II wonder" he speculated idly "how do you get that way. Eus tis?"
 He Tipped the soiled pasteboare contemptuously.
 | "'Isabella Petite,'" he read "'Amistad and Cognac. Una tri guena. Abajo.' Grounds fol divorce if I'm not mistaken. m, | friend think, if you don't mind