Evening star., 1930-06-22

coats suspended trousers; they hung like dis
embodied dandies, awaiting souls to inhabit
them. Who'd think that one was years old?"
Sybil showed a dinner jacket. Manuel Hark
made that. He's very exclusive"
Manuel HaIk. Again Hector's fateline seemed
drawn across her day. who are you doing
that one for?" Maud asked and tried to be
casual.
Sybil looked at the bit Of paper pinned to a
sleeve That's one of Mr.. MacLarens He's
very rich contractor. You can always tell
Manuel Hark's clothes. They're so swell and
snowy. Now here's pair Of pants
The trousers which Sybil Applebaum held up
had pinkish pin-check and green plaid pat
tern! Maud would have known them in Mars
Are those Mr.. MacLarens too?"
"Oh, no. They're awful" She looked at the
tag pinned to them and read, Mr.. Fennig."
But Mr. Fennig-"
Mr.. Fennig, or somebody using his name
would be calling for those trousersl That was
logical Maud decided to hnd out.
They goSsiped More customers came in
Then, her heart breaking with suspense Maud
saw tall thin seedy man with dreamy gray
eyes slouch In and ask, Have you my trousers
ready, Miss Applebaum?"
Sybn went straight to the proper hanger and
returned with the brilliant garments. She
began to wrap them up
Never mind" said the tall mild stranger. He
ing into broad daylight with the important evi-
dence exposed to public viewi What should
Maud do? nstinctively she did It, Twisting
Buds go-cart awkwardly, she managed to block
the door.
I beg your pardon" The kindest of eyes
were beaming down upon her sham predica-
ment. Let me help you may ~"
"Oh, thank you" There was NO precedent
Tor her behavior. With her engaging smile she
gave over the go-cau and the next she knew
was walking beside q notorious refugee and
pair Of the most famous trousers in New YORK
AS they walked Mr.. Fennig made remarks
about the baby. Difhcult when they cut
their teeth weren't they? Yes. He had two
But they were married and living in Australia
Australia seems odd, doesn't it?" asked Rollo
for 1t could be none other.
Nothing seems odd" she said gaining cour-
age. Then, leap in the air, "Mr. Fennig,
where did you get those trousers?"
II she had expected him to stammer, strike
blow, run she disappointed. Studying
the garments sadly, he said, II thought Of car
rying them under my coat. But they might
burn through"
Aren't you afraid the police will grab you?"
"Me?" The eyes Of an idealist grew puzzled
whereupon Maud vaulted to another of her un-
reasoning guesses. He didn't know what she
was talking about.
Mr.. Rollo Fenning,' said she, IT recognized
you the minute you came out of the shop"
Famous at laSt!" whimsically
Don't you know those things belong to your
brcther?"
Shaggy brows went up HAS he a mortgage
on them, too? He gave them to me in 1918.
ut Of generosity. And the pants-excuse the
term-were about worn out"
Still they walked. Rollo Fennig still rolled
the cart She had the feeling of implication in
a crime. And he asked blandly, by the way
have the honor Of talking to a detective?"
my husband is" She decided to be frank
And maybe you don't know that a great many
detectives are looking for you"
"Incrediblei Nobody's ever looked for me-"
He showed her the face Of puzzled philos-
opher.
And what for?"
She whistled. Haven't you even heard that