The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-04-02
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GYPSY MCBRIDE, 19-year-oId typist, meets the boat on which ALAN CROSBY returns from a year and . half in Paris. They are not engaged but there has been an Understanding" between them. the pier whom Crosby identifies as MRS LANGLEY, a ships ac- quaintance.
 Two nights later he breaks an engagement with Gypsy on a plea of business. She goes to the theater alone and encounters him with Mrs Langley. There is a scene. Mrs Langley drives away alone. Gypsy and Crosby go home in cab, quarreling all the way. Next day Gypsy attempts to apoIo- gize and Crosby refers to their romance as 8 boy and girl affair." now outgrOwn. Gypsy Is crushed.
 When she Is criticized for caro- 1essness at the office she resigns her job. To forget her misery she accepts an invitation from her wealthy cousin, ANNE TROW- BRIDGE, to take the place of an- other dinner guest. The dinner is lonesome and when the others are playing bridge Gypsy escapes, de- termincd to 20 home. She hears a noise in another room, opening the door and sees a man climbing in the window.
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 Gypsy's heart seemed to stop beat ing. The man in the window stared back at her. One/of his knees rest ed on the windowsill. Another move and he would have been in- side.
 You'd better go away" the girl warned. Cor I'll scream!"
 The man continued to stare. The gray hat brim shaded his face. half concealing his features. He was wearing an overcoat and in his crowded position he must have been most uncomfortable. still he did not move.
 "You'd better go." Gypsy re- peated. eff I scream you'll be ar rested."
 Apparently the stranger had found his voice.
 "You-you live here?" he asked
 Yes. No-I mean why don't you leave!"
 Gypsy had been too startled to be afraid. Suddenly it occurred to her that the burglar might have footed half-dozen apartments in the building. It was foolish to let him get away. Before he could answer she reversed her orders:
 Come on in! There-stand over there She pointed to a spot near the center of the room. Slowly, clumsily, the man climbed over the ledge. He stood up and she saw that he was tall and broad shouldered. His dark overcoat was good one. There was nothing about his ap- pearance to conform with Gypsy's idea of thief. He did not even wear a mask
 Obligingly he walked to the spot toward which sine pointed.
 It was Q ridiculous scene. Gypsy was five feet three. In her chiffon evening gown and foolish high heeled slippers she was certainly no figure to confront burglar. Yet the stranger accepted her com mands. He looked more alarmed than the girl.
 Gypsy edged her way between the burglar and the window.
 "You're a fine looking fellow to be climbing into peoples windows" she stormed. Now let's see what you've stolen. Empty your pockets and put the things on the bed!"
 Say, listen" for the first time she noticed his bass drawal was agreeable. My dear young lady, if you'll let me explain-'
 "You can explain to the police" "Good Lord-say whose apart mont IS this?"
 Are you so particular whose things you take?"
 "Now wait a minute! Give me a chance! I haven't the slightest idea in the world who you may be and I don't blame you for thinking I'm thief. but you've got to believe what Pm going to say. I thought this was Phil Trowbridge's apart ment--''
 What"
 q said thought this was Phil Trowbridge's apartment"
 "Why-why it is,'
 The burglar gave her a searching look. Then what are you doing here?" he demanded
 T don't see what difference that makes-'
 Don't you though? It can make lot. For instance it might make you. young woman, the unlawful prowler instead of myself. It means l won't have to spend the night in jail" He took quick glance about the room. This is Trow bridges place! Sure. I recognize it now"
 It was all trick of course. He was trying to make her believe he knew Phil, that he had right to be here.
 Not so fast!" the girl snapped. There's still law against house. breaking. I can testify I saw you climbing through that window!"
 Their eyes met in silent duel Then the stranger eased his posi- tion, slipping his hands into his pockets.
 "Have you got a gun?" the girls voice WaVered
 "I wish I had" he scowled "Seem to be useful when you're arguing with women. Now, for Gods sake, will you listen to me for two min utes?"
 ''Well-!"