Evening star., 1932-07-13
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BY hAcAnHAC CHRISTIE

NO" said Emily.
But, En- ly@
If you VII have it." said Emily. Il
love Jim. Passionately!"
Charles stared at her In speecnless
bewilderment. You can't!"
Il can! And I do! And I always
have! And always shall!
"YorI-you made me think"
II said" said Emily, demurely. that
it was wonderful to have some one one
could rely on
yes, but thought
81 can't help what you thought"
You are an unscrupulous devil,
Emily"
II know. Charles, darling ! know.
I'm everything you like to call me. But
never mind Think how great you are
going to be. You've got your scoop!
Exclusive news for the Daily wire
You're q made man. What's woman.
anyway? Less than the dust. No
really strong man needs woman. She
only hampers him by clinging to him
like the ivy. Every great man Is one
who is independent OF women. A
career-thereS nothing so fine, so ab-
Solutely satisfying to man as great
career. You are q strong man. Charles,
one VINO can stand alone"
will you stop talking, Emily? It's
like talk to young men on the radio!
You've broken my heart. You don't
| know how lovely you looked as you
came into that room with Narracott.
Just like something triumphant and
avenging off an arch"
A footstep crunched on the lane, and
Mr.. Duke appeared.
"Oh, there you are. Mr.. Duke said
Emily Charles, I want to tell you.
This is ex-Chief Inspector Duke Of
Scotland Yard"
"What?" cried Charles. recognizing
the famous name. Not the Inspector
Duke?"
Yes" said Emily. When he re-
tired, he came here to live. and. being
nice and modest. he didn't want his
renown to get about. I see now why
Inspector Narracott tWinkled so when
1 wanted him to tell me what kind of
crimes Mr.. Duke had committed
Mr. Duke laughed.
Charles Wayered There was short
tussle between the lover and the jour-
nalist. The journalist won.
I'm delighted to meet you, inspector
he said. Now, ! wonder if We could
persuade you to do US a short article
say 800 words. on the Trevelyan case"
Emily stepped quickly up the lane and
into Mrs Curtis cottage She ran up
to her bed room and pulled out her
suitcase. Mrs Curtis had followed her
up.
You're not going miss?"
Il am. I've got lot to do-London,
and my young man"
Mrs. Curtis drew nearer.
Just tell me. miss, which of 'em
is it?"
Emily was throwing clothes hap
hazard into the suitcase.
The one IN prison. of course. There's
never been any other,
.Ah! You don't think. miss. that
maybe you're making a mistake? You're
sure the other young gentleman is
worth as much as this one?"
"Oh. no." said Emily He isn't
This one will get on" She glanced out
of the window. where Charles was still
holding ex-Chief Inspector Duke in
earnest parley. Hes the kind of young
man who's simply born to get on, but
don't know what would happen to the
other one if I weren't there to look
after him. Look where he would be
now if it weren't for mel
And you can't say more than that,
miss" said Mrs. Curtis.
She retreated downstairs to where her
Ia hAOi oPOuoC Ndo SlLlulS anu
into vacancy.
The living image of my Great Aunt
Sarah's Belinda she is" said Mrs. Cur
tis. Threw herself away, she did, on
that miserable George Plunket down at
the Three Cows. Mortgaged and all it
was. And in two years she had the
mortgage paid off and the place a 60
ing concern"
'Ah!' said Mr.. Curtis, and he shifted
his pipe slightly
He was a handsome fellow. George
Plunket," said Mrs. Curtis, reminis-
Gently.
"Ah!" said Mr. Curtis.
But after he married Belinda he
never SO much as looked at another
woman"
'Ahl" said Mr.. Curtis.
She never gave him the chance"
said Mrs. Curtis
All" said Mr. Curtis.
THE END.