The Washington times., 1931-08-08
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CHAPTER Xiv

CHAPTER Xiv
II they find him, Dennis
N-they wouldn't prosecute
him? Dec asked.
'You don't want him prose
cuted?
mo"
A week had gone by. The
longest week the girl had ever
known. The nursery was still
empty. Each day her hopes
had been high, and as the day
passed they fell, until at night
she was a shivering, fearful
cre5tures She did not know
what she would have done if
1t hadn't been for Dennis and
Myrna. They were so good to
her, so comforting.
The police had done their
best, but the case was palling
on them. They had found
nothing more than Dee sus-
pected, nothing more than the
clues that had been given them.
Neighbors could throw no
light on the kidnapping. No
one in the neighborhood had
seen a man enter Dennis Brad.
ley'S house that night. No one
had noticed a blue car stand
ing in the street.
Maria had recovered and was
still in the house. Dee did not
blame her. She felt sorry for
the maid, who went around all
day, her face shot with sorrow,
her usually happy, dancing,
dark eyes serious, distressed.
She had nothing more to add
to her story.
Dee was growing paler, more
fragile. Dennis was worried
about her, tried to cheer her
up, but this was impossible. So
when she suggested she go to
Cleveland herself and search
for Tony he consented, dropped
his work and bought three
tickets.
One idea behind Dee's trip.
The desire to see Mike Clary,
talk to him and find out If he
knew where Tony was. She
felt sure that If anyone knew,
Clary would.
The journey was not a happy
one. When Phil met the train
he was shocked when he saw
Dee's worried, white face, the
unshed tears in her eyes. He
knew. She had wired him the
night I,ael was taken.
The city was white with snow
as they drove to a hotel. Cali
fornia they had left green,
sunny, blossoming.
At the Hotel
Dee was cold, shivering un-
der her heavy coat. Her heart
ached miserably, yet she was
encouraged now. Because she
might find Tony. Trace him,
and through him find Lael.
At the hotel, Phil told her
what he had done. At her sug-
gestion he had gone to Clary
himself, and had asked him If
he knew where Curtis was. The
answer was a negative one.
Clary claimed he did not know.
Dee expected as much. How
ever. she thought if she went
herself, Clary might tell some
thing. Tell her, where he would
not tell another.
"I'll go, with you," Dennis
offered.
"No, I must go alone" Dee
was firm, and after breakfast,
Of which she scarcely ate q
bite, she started off alone, re-
fusing even Phil's escort.
At the Knickerbocker she was
informed Clary still had his
suite, and she asked the clerk
to send her name up.
The private elevator brought
poignant memories. Twice she
had Travelled in it before. Once
when she had gone to see Clary
about Tony'S bail sick, wor'
ried as she was now. Worried,
though, about Tony then. The
next time with Dennis-to see
Tony.
Upstairs, a man servant came
tn ask her what she wanted
and she explained that she
must see Mr.. Clary. The man
disappeared, and came back
presently, saying that his mas
ter was eating breakfast, and
wanted her to join him. 81
lently she followed him into
the library she knew so well
Clary rose and held out his
hand. Hesitating a moment
she took it. On the table In
front Of him was a silver break
fast tray.
"I've sent for more coffee,
he said. as he motioned hel
into a chair. and then resumed
his own. He was quite the
same, she thought. Those bul
bous eyes, the pudgy fat figure
the thin graying hair.
An Early Call
''This is an early CALL" Clar1
rema arked, when his man
brought another pot Of coffee
and another fragile Dresden
cup and saucer.
"I came all the way from
California to see you, Mr.
Clary. To ask you some
thing"
"I know. There was a man
here, q Mr.. Roche, who wanted
to know the same thing. How