The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-05-28
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SUSAN CAREY, Is in love with BOB DUNBAR, millionalre's son DENISE ACKROYD, society girl, tries to break up tho attachment and succeeds at house party which she gives. ERNEST HEATH, Hlisan's employer, hap. pens to be passing when Susan and Bob quarrel and takes her home. His wife threatens to sue f01 alienation of his affections but changes her mind when JACK WAKING, Hcath's assist. ant, produces an discriminating letter. RAY FLANN1CRY, sten. 0grapher In the next office, con. hdes to susan hcr distrcSs on hearing that "SKY" WEBB hns married another glrl. Ben ard susan quarrel on Christmas eve over sOMc flowers Heath sent her. Warlng, meeting Denise, learns of her interference In Stu. san's affairs. Heath nsks Susan t0 bo hls wife when his divorce dccfcc becomes final. Shc hcsl. tAtcs. Her aunt undcrgOcs asecr. iOus operation. and Susan decides to marry him for tho sakc of se. curity. Ben follows Susan and Heath and shoots at tho latter, Woundlng him slightly. Thcn Ben turns tho gun on himself.
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 CHAPTER xXXv 4a
 Whom Jack Waring took Denise Ackroyd away from tho dlcddings' party on New Years eve he had formulated no exact plan. He was by nature meddier and his qtack, prying mind had seized on the lit- tle drama as something entertain. ing. He could see the triangle: Su- san, the poor working girl; Denise the splendid child of fortune; and young Robert Dunbar, whom each hoped to, win.
 The visit to Tony's proved rather dull. Thore had been too much noise and the overheatod place had made them both iil-tempered with- out quite knowing why. The man had learned little more of the story. He was determined however, to know the rest. Driving back In. the cold air he said lazily to the girl, When shall 1 sec you againT'
 The pale, petulant face stared straight ahead. Tho childish, fret- fui voice answered sleepily. Don't know. Never, probably, tho way feel now. That champagne Laura fed us must have been poison. l feel wretched." ."l M.
 "That," counterod Jack waring easily, twas the lobster you In. sisted on having at Tony'a. And the ice cream"
 Tt was the cham pagne, Denise insisted solemnly. "That's my story and I'll stick to it."
 "You're q little mule, aren't you 2" asked the man, laughing.
 Denise drew her wrap around her regaily. We Ackroyds have wills of our own" she said pomp- ousiy that Waring could scarcely manage to maintain his gravity. Moro than ever now he was certain she had been reading Michael
 "A,,d do you always set what you want7" He was very grave.
 "Yes, we do." She eyed him sus. piciously. Why do you want to " SCh, r was just wondering" He steered the talk into other chan -ats [ ii d f4s z " Tit it was week later that he met Bob Dunbar in the drawing room of the Ackroyd's apartment m town. High above the outer drive 1t was, with great windows over- locking the lake. Denise wal. on. tertaining. Tho room was filled with beautifuiiy drossod girls and bored looking young flen. ..,
 You know Bobby, don't you" Denise snid.
 "Yes, of course" Tho two men shook hands. Waring thought the hov looked thinner and older than when no had last seen him,
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 Denise said, I'm warming yout DonH climb into corner and talk Husl ees, becnuse won't have lt. You've aot Co circulate. We have too many females" She drifted