The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-27
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CYNTHIA the chorus girl ana followed ner
as she hurried away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"HERE were rich pickings to be
had in affairs such as he as
sumed this to be. True, Bonnie
Thompson never had acquired any
of those pickings, but he'd Ieard OF
men who had.
Weren't there producers on Broad
way who get milhonaires to back
their shows and in return gave
parties for the millionaireS at which
chorus girls were ordered to be
complaisant2 And that wasn't the
only way. There were plenty OF
others.
This looked like a real opportu-
nifty. If the girl had acknowledged
his greeting, Bennle wouldn't have
thought OF possible blackmail. But
the minute that she denied know
ing him, and had shown fright,
Bennie'S quick mind began plot
ting.
The only reason she could have
for acting in this fashion was lear
lest Bennie discover the identity
of her protector. 1t never would
had occurred 10 Bonnie that girl
who was being kept might have
been ashamed OF her position.
Well, she wouldn't get away from
him without his finding out who
was putting up for her and all
about it.
But as Cynthia passed out of the
lounge into The small lobby on the
Forty-sixth street side OF the hotel
a big bluff man OF middle age &C
coSted her.
Hello, Eleanor" he doomed.
Thought 1 might get up here in
time to lunch with you and TeSSie.
Wanted to see the bride. How is
Mrs. Dean Carey, anyway"
Fine, Rannie," returned Cynthia.
Obviously this was Tessie Curwood's
husband.
"Tessie gomez"
ITO get haircut" replied Gym
thia.
You women!" jeered Curwood.
when you aren't dancing and
drinking and staying up late and
doing everything possible to make
you lose your looks, you're busy try
ing to get them back"
That isn't very gallant" said
Cynthia.
Speaking in generalities only.
That girl of mine is pretty enough
to suit me. And as for you-well,
when your mirror doesn't finish the
sentence, I guess Dean does.
Hope to have you and your hus-
band dine with us soon. Sorry /
can't stay and talk, but I had only
a minute in which to say hello"
Bonnie Thompson was close
enough to hear every word that
Curwood said. Mrs. Dean Carey!
That was the title that the man
had given Brown. Bennie's head
reeled. He had read about the Ca
rey-Sanver nuptials.
Bonnie liked to imagine himself
as a man of wealth and fashion
who had won what he termed a
swell society girl. His interests were
in money and display.
And now, unless he'd gone sud
denly crazy, he had been talking to
Eleanor SAWYER Careyl
q
DENNIE THOMPSON walked out
ID of the motel in as bewildered
a state of mind as he had ever
experienced. If the detective said
that the man Who spoke to the girl
that Bonnie believed to be Brown
was a millionaire, then Bennle
wouldn't argue the matter.
And Curwood had called the girl
bv the name of Eleanor; he had
also jocularly given her her mar
ried title of Mrs. Dean Carey.
well. it was time that Bonnie
THOMPSON had his head examined.
There must be goofy spots in it
that were visible to the naked eye.
To think that he'd have gall
enough to dance up to swell soci-
ety woman and hand her the
chatter that he'd give to Broad
way broadl
wen, for cryin' out loud" said
1ennle TO himself as he rSalked
out Of the Ritz. II might be paren-
kthetically stated that Bonnie