Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-07-27

Mr.. Newell was groggy. He hadn't meant to
do any of the surprising things ne nao cone.
But they had all gone over big. Dazeo' ne ieA'
the stage and sought the ann quiet Oh sirS
benches.
Mrs Cuddy was very profuse with her con-
ordinations How you fooled me! said you
couldn't act! Aren't you ashamed OF yoursenf
The ideal"
they were all released at 1890 by the direc-
tor mot so bad she said, for q nrst at
tempt Now, everybody here tomorrow night ae
the same time Thank you all
Mr. Newell somehow found himself taking
with the exotic-looking Mrs. Stallin Cans
I give you lift?" she inquired MY car IS.
outside"
"Oh, no! Don't bother" demonstrated MI
Newell, suddenly frightened.
But she got it out of him that he lived in
Cedarhurst and strangely enough, she lived
Just beyond CedarhurSt. What coincidence!
He couldn't dodge it. He suddenly found him.
self being led to big, luxurious car. and OH
they rolled, Mrs. Stallm driving herself.
Mr. Newell felt so jumpy inside. 1t sure was
thrilling, sitting there beside that exquisite
lady, who seemed to be interested in him. Well,
perhaps, he did have IA something OF, other
Personality or what did they call it-"h"l
Sophie was in bed, thank the Lordl Fate
was kind. And at the breakfast table next
morning he mentioned that he might be work.
s.You don't know our books. = he explained to
Sophie They're awful tricky. Nobody but me
understands EN- :"
1t was very troubled Mr.. Newell who again
tramped up the hill that night. He found HIM
self looking at Mrs Stallin. who was supposed
to vamp him to a crisp IN tonight's scene. She
a peach now. Gowned in wonderful
taking creation of lipstick red that fitted
like the cover on an umbrella.
Mr. Newell was supposed in the scene to- be
reclining on bench. somewhat stupefied from
a vodka jag. He took his place, closed his eyes.
and tried to ignore the beating of his heart.
In minute now he would be kissed by
strange and beautiful woman. Hunt 1t wouldn't
be long nowl He could hear the rustic of silk
she was sneaking up on him.
.Ivan-rny darling. my deer one!s she cried
and flung herself upon him She smothered
him with kisses. It was awful.
The director was directing Ivan. cease
fighting her off-she conquers you-you sue
cuInb. Your arms go up around her-you crush
her to you'll Go ont Crush her One long
kiss-and then the knock on the door That's
it! Well, that was fair for the first timeLbut
remember, Mr. Newell, that you are Russian
fiery and ardent"
yeah" muttered Mr.. Newell wiping his fore
head. Yeah see."
He tottered Off the stage. What a night!
What busineSsl 5 s,s.g
There was no doubt the days rolled ON
that Mr.. Newell was beginning to get jumpy
under the strain of leading this sort of-er-
double life The Sunday before the night OF
nights (Which was Tuesday, found him in
state bordering on kicking the cat.
Mr.. Newell was used to meeting strange
young men about the house. seeing he had two
very attractive daughters But he did not re-
member ever having seen anything like this Mr..
Haden Brigham He was tall and gaunt and
wore tweeds. Also he had a most disconcerting
habit of boring you with funny, steely eyes
Peg was aglow. Dad, you know Mr. Brigham
is an investigator. You know, one of those men
like Sherlock Holmes. why, dad ne can Just
look at people and tell exactly all about 'em!"
Mr.. Newell shuddered
TRY dad" went on Pag. full of enthusiast.
"Show how you can deduce things from peoples
looks
"Oh come. Miss Newell" protested Mr.. Brig
ham. You make too much of my powers
But he bent his searching gaze suddenly on Mr..
Newell. 80
"SURELY some things are obvious about our
friend" began the detective. THAT he is
Mason, business man. right-handed, shaves
himself and loves to read poetry is plainly
evident"
Hear! Heart" cried, Peg.
Merely elementary my dear Miss Newell
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