The Indianapolis times., 1931-11-16

makes Mary his heir. Bruce swears %
s dQuJ MARY. who he thinks is a gold
Dirk forbids Mary to continue the in
tEs,sIieation, refusing to believe IN the ex-
people are r. repeating Bruce's ita SO" charges
and SAYS II she goes % Miami on the
Jupiter yacht. as she plans. he also will
Mary goes seeking The Flv. whose
morse Is running at Hialeah soon. Dirk
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT (Con-
tinued)
He must have had a wad of jack
on her. Listen, is it true you've
got the knick-knack with you?"
Mary hesitated. what about it?"
We'll, he's fiat. Stony. I hear
the hotels dogging him for his
room rent. He tried to give them
the old racket that his title gave
the joint social glitter.
He's calling himself Count De
Iona. That's a Taught The AM
bassador's thrown out better titles
than his. If it is hisl"
The Ambassador? He's here?"
eff they haven't chucked him
out, bag and baggage. Better get
the necklace out and give him a
flash of it, quick. He'll leap at it,.
But lay your plans first, kid, for
he'll mean business when he
strikesl"
A slim hand encircled the girls
throat, where pulse beat chok-
ingly.
you've got me-rattled" she
gasped. Come and tell me what
/ ought TO do I hadn't dreamed
he was here! Why, he may be next
door, right now, or" She looked
about fearfully and lowered her
voice.
"Oh, no. He's in Parlor C..
Throws a front, that guy. Where1l
1 see you? am not stopping at
the Ambassador, need 1 say? I'm
here on my own; the paper wouldn't
send me, so I quit
4 BELLBOY stuck his head in
"a the door in response to her
Come in" and said, Your partys
gone upstairs. Miss Hardness. They
ask you to join them on the roof"
Mary nodded. She told Bowen
her immediate plans, and arranged
to slip away and meet him as soon
as possible after dinner.
Trembling with suppressed ex-
citement, she tugged at her big
wardrobe trunk, hastily donning
her small array of evening dresses.
Her hand fell on the Paris dress.
Well, if the countess wanted a
party, she should have one. She
dressed with great care.
She always felt like a schoolgirl
beside that experienced lady, any
way, but it would help some to know
she was looking well.
When she stepped out of the ele-
vator she found Bates-a surpris-
ingly altered Bates, resplendent in
evening clothes-pacing the lounge,
waiting Tor ner.
THAT dame gives me the creepS,"
he conhded in an undertone as he
met her. I've tailed some shady
propositions in my day, but" he
shook his head to indicate BATTLE
ment.
cts just like I said" he added
disgustedly. They're fighting al
ready"
"Fighting? Who?'
Him and her. Young Jupiter
and the countess. They went at it
hot and heavy the minute she got
in her room and he in his. Their
rooms are connecting, you know.
HE thinks she's making too much
of a play for his father and she says
what's he always hanging around
after you for, if he hates you SO
much. You've got her going, kid!"
Mary's laugh bubbled up and over.
ooh, that's too funny
CTHI smiling, she followed the
- head waiter across the room
toward the balcony table at which
their party was seated. Heads turned
as she passed.
The room was only half filled,
owing to the early hour, but within
a. moment after the first lacka-
daisical diner had looked up to see
who was coming in, the last man in
the farthest corner had received, by
sort Of electric current, the word
that strikingly pretty girl was
crossing the room and he was cram
ing his neck to catch sight of her
What he saw made him pause
open-mouthed, and put down his
fork. He recognized the girl in
stantly and sat for a few minutes
wrapped in deep thought
When he could, without making
himself conspicuous, he managed to
see who her companions we're .
and a fresh shock awaited him.
The woman in the silver dress .
who was she? could she possibly
be and what was she doing
with the Harkness girl, who was his
own special prey?
He finished his meal hurrledly
and looked again. 1t was she! The
countess, looking up just a moment
) later, missed the look that crossed
his face and as quickly erased itself
the look of a particularly vicious
dog who sees another running away
with his bone.
After the first surprised instant
of recognition, she smiled and cried
out. in her usual note of false
gaiety, "Enriquel" and half rose to
greet him.
The man came forward, mask
settling down over his own features,
and bowed over her hand. An odd
flush came into her Sallow cheeks
as she presented him to the others.
This is my most dear friend,
Count Enrique De Loma!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
MARY tried to speak from dry