Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-06
Ask No Questions
By Beldon Duff
Copyright 1880 BY North Alliance me

girl who ought to be let down by man
at time like this. Were the circum-
stances reversed and Mr.. Gately Ter
hume in danger, no one would have had
to write to her Shed have been there.
at his side, fighting like a wild cat.
Yes, whatever faults the red-headed
kid might have, a lack of loyalty was
not one of them.
The manager of the Daily Free Press
moved little uncertainty toward the
bed where his clothes lay in neat piles
all ready to go into the suitcaSes. Was
he going to need one sweater or two?
Surely that light sweater would be
enough-with a leather jacket. But
then, the nights in Canada were always
cool. Especially on Lake Winnipeg
He decided to take both sweaters.
If this West girl had valid reason
for staying in the haunted Runnels
house-and by this time there could be
no doubt but that she had-it was a
safe bet she'd stick till a certain we'll
known Winter resort froZe over. Ill
advised but plucky! Hang it all, man
couldn't help but admire such game
ness. Especially man who'd ever done
any bass fishing.
Laying aside the hip boots with
which he had been toying, Cropsey
reached for the telephone book. After
he had found what he wanted:
Give me Plaza 83203. 1 said 203
not 303. What's the matter with you?
Has the hot weather affected your
hearing orr beg your pardon"
A female voice at the other end of
the wire had remarked somewhat tart
ly: This is Place 83203. And my ears
are quite all right, thank you
MY mistake. 1 was trying to get
Mr.. Gately Terhune's apartment. Must
have given me the wrong number"
Said the voice. less tartly, This is
Mr.. Terhune's apartment What do
you want?"
so that's how the cat jumpsl'
I'D like to speak with Mr.. Terhune, if
may"
We'll you mayn't" came the prompt
reply. He isn't here" Then, in more
conciliatory tone. And if you've got
any idea where he is. I wish you'd tell
me; because I haven't seen anything of
him since night before last"
Cropsey waited moment before he
asked, And who are you?--if that S
not an impertinent question"
There was something which sounded
like shipper. I'm just friend, visit
ing Mr.. Terhune for a day or two"
Cropsey hoped, rather grimly. that
she was having nice time
We'll, I'm not" volunteered his I'M
seen acquaintance. I'm havin' a rot
ten time. That dirty bum has left me
fiat. Not nickel to buy myself a
package of minis with" And as
though the weight of her wrongs had
grown too heavy to be borne any longer
alone. Got me to give up my job, be-
fore I left the theater Saturday night
without notice. What's that? Yeah,
I'm an actress. With George White.
I was the blonde on the left, as they
come down the staircase in the last act.
Next season I mighta got a line to
speak, too"
The managing editor did some rapid
thinking. Il don't blame you, sister,
has no right to make woman give up
her career"
Even over the phone one could feel
the crushed flower raise its dropping
head.
Just what I told the girls when I
called them up little while ago. Me
kissing job like that good-by; and
not even wrist watch to show for it!
Believe 1t or not, I hadn't been in this
house 20 minutes when the telephone
rings, and after Mr.. Terhune had an
o"CACN Az Ode AAC bCOo AAAC q Wl0
jumps into his Isotta- Fraschini, and
beats it. Without even telling me
whether I'm supposed to wait till he
ocmes back or not"
What time was that?" asked Crop
sey.
"Oh, I don't know. A little after IL.
Maybe quarter to /. We came straight
here after the show
And that was Saturday night, you
say?"
Sure II was Saturday night. What's