The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-10-12

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 der her husband, Jervis. CHAPTER 27.
 TRAILING A CLuE
 What did F. F. mean? Was sh, just reading from his words th, accusation which filled he, thoughts?
 It was as much as Nan could dc to sit next to Robert Leonard without crying this accusation out loud-"You've been trying to kill Jervis."
 George Tetterley was giving he, tabloid version of his last game Of golf; to such a mellow mood had lunch and her likeness to tha. earlier Nan Forsyth brought him Cautiously enough some delicate extra sense informed her that ot all the people around the table he would be the least surprised if she were suddenly to say what was in her mind about Robert Leonard.
 Quite definitely George did not like him-oh quite definitely. Nei- ther did he like Rosamund-much This surprised Nan. She was young enough to give beauty too many points in the game.
 Rosamund had begun to smoke before she had begun to eat. She ate very little, and she lit one cigarette after another all through the meal. She wore a straight plain dress of heavy white wash silk. In contrast to Janet let terley, whose thin neck was hung with beads like golf balls, Rosa mund's throat was bare. Seen through bluish haze of smoke she had the air of beauty with drawn behind it's own impalpable veils.
 Mans heart hurt her very much as she looked across the Teter- leys' luncheon table at this beauty of Rosamund's. Jervis' very anger against her was the measure of his love and his loss. Having loved Rosamund it could not be possi- ble that he should ever love Nan.
 They went out into the garden after lunch and had coffee under the shade of two enormous cedars. AS they crossed the lawn with the sun pouring down upon them, the party broke up into twos and threes. Nan found herself walk ing with Ferdinand.
 What did you mean, MT. Fran cis?" she said without looking at him.
 "Id rather you'd not call me that" he said.
 Nan blushed little with pleas ure, and he threw out his hand in an odd gesture. His queer bright eyes twinkled at her.
 "Id like it if we were friends"
 Nan said, Oh" It was a lit tie sound with quiver to it. Her eyes were soft and misty. "Oh, how nice of you" she said.
 They began to walk again. The sunlight dazzled round her. She didn't feel afraid of Rosamund any more. Here was friend of Jervis' who wanted to be friends with her. She found it immensely strengthening. She came back to her first question.
 What did you mean at lunch?"
 Perhaps I didn't mean any, thing"
 You did-you told that story on purpose and you looked at him MT. Leonard. What did you 
 Ferdinand turned and waved hand in the direction of a most undeniable view. The trees had been cut away to frame glimpse of the sea.
 That's rather good-isn't it?" he said.
 Nan hadn't anything to say about the view.
 Who was Eisentha1?" she said.
 Ferdinand turned in a leisurely fashion, and let rowing glance travel about the lawn. Mrs. Tet- terley and Leonard had reached the shade and were already dis posed in comfortable chairs. George Tetterley was in the act of joining them. Jervis and Ros- Carew had taken a wide circle and were entering upon a shady path overarched by tall rho dodendrons. A man had just en- erged from the house bearing the coffee tray.
 Who is Eistnehal?"