The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-10-05

Janet Tetterley, a ginger haired woman with pale eyes and magen- ta lips painted on crooked, shook hands without looking at Nan and began at once to talk to Jer- wis about people Nan did not even know by name. Pogo was broke and was going to have a try for the Wimbledon girl, but it wasn't likely she'd look at him. because Shotter was in the country too and naturally he'd have a pull over Pogo.
 Jervis preferred Pogos chances, they became involved in argu- rnent, until Janet Tetterley produc- ed a red herring in the shape of an extraordinary rumor tbout somebody named Bonzo and his latest conquest. a5 IT
 Nan poured out tea, If it had not been for Jervis, she would not have minded.
 It would have amused her to watch, Janet Tetterley, who was so thin each of her restless move ments threatened to break some thing. Having achieved miracu- lous slenderness by the complete sacrifice of health color and bloom she was inordinately puleased with the result. At intervals of ten minutes or so she opened van ity case, and applied powder to her bony features and another touch of magenta to her thin lips. She talked without teasing, and had sorlething faintly unpleasant to say about everyone she men, tioned. She appeared to amuse Jervis.
 Rosamund sst, for the most part, lighting one cigarette from anoth- CT and talking little. Once when Nan looked up she found herself meeting Rosamund's eyes. Behind their wonderful dark blue def initely hostile something met and then instantly evaded her. Nan felt a little shaken; she did not expect Rosamund to like her. An armed neutrality was the best that could be hoped for between them.
 The two did not make a long visit. As they got up to go, let terley made restless movement towards Nan.
 "Oh, by the way, Basher told me to be sure to ask you about your people"
 Nan gazed at her. She did not repeat the word Basher, but she contrived to produce the impress sion of having done so.
 Tetterly jerked her emaciated shoulders
 "Basher's my husband. He's got t into his head that you may be related to some Forsyths he used to know. I told him it was most but he said to ask. I believe he was in love with one of them. They used to live at a place. in Connecticut, and one of the sons went off digging up Old Testament places in Chaldea. Bash er says he was quite well known in his own line"
 Nigel Forsyth" said Jervis.
 Tetterley nodded.
 That's it. He wrote books about it. I don't read them my self, but Basher gloats over them, and he particularly said I was to find out if you were related to these Connecticut Forsyths."
 Mans color rose.
 "Yes, I am"
 Not really?" Her tone made this an impertinence.
 Nigel Forsyth was my father"
 Tetterley knocked the ash off her cigarette and said. "Basher will be thrilled
 After which she turned with one of her abrupt movements and declared that they ought to have gone ten minutes ago.
 Neither she nor Rosamund took any leave of Nan who was left of whether to cross the lawn with thean or to remain where she was. She made a tentative to follow them, but they were already some distance away; she would have had to run to catch them up. No one of the three looked round. She hesitat- ed, stood looking after them for a moment, and then rtturned to the tea-table with growing cer- tainty that she had done the wrong thing. A few moments later, she got up and walked to the house. her cheeks burning and her cour- age very low.
 She met Jervis in the hall, and he looked at her with a cold an- ger.
 Why ddn't you come to see them off?"
 You went without me"
 You should have come too"
 She said with a simplicity that