Evening star., 1932-08-12


thing to be done was to break
fast or to lunch or to combine
- the two in the popular
brunch of the metropolitanite.
"I'll wager you haven't eaten properly
IN days" he accused Tony. You're be-
ginning to be blue around the mouth
and your eyes are receding into smudge
hollows What you need is good, sub
Etantial food. After you have eaten,
you must tell me exactly what has hap
pened up to the moment"
Tony thought: How sane Donald Is.
I haven't eaten for hours and hours.
And I haven't really tasted food for
days. Just swallowed 1t. I don't know
how I expected to fight on an empty
stomach.
But remember, not a word until
you've eaten" warned Kemp. Soup
and chops, plenty Of green vegetables,
caramel custard-I know just the
place. ,
Tony never before had known Dom
aid Kemp. the lawyer. She had known
only Kemp, the man. the friend, the
lover If he had dared to be. She found
Kemp the lawyer was even more vigor-
Gus, more vehement. more confidently
arrogant than the Kemp she knew. To
him law was finely tuned instrument
and he was its master.
I'm sorry you disobeyed orders and
went to Haven Beach," he told Tony.
However, we will hope there's no harm
done. 1t looks to me as though the po-
lice are trying to cloud the facts to
shield Seldens family. They'd like to
wash out the suicide verdict If they
could. And Lee Moran has played di-
rectly into their hands. They know who
she is. They've allowed her to go on
using your name for the sake of con-
fusion"
Surely, they wouldn't do. such
thing
"Selden's family is powerful. They'd
like to save the sons face. Murder,
especially If it could be made to appear
accidental, would be preferable to sui
eide
Il can't believe that even the Sell
dens, with all their money and their
power. could buy or command such
injustice"
Just as well you can't. There's no
use in letting go of our ideals until
we have to. The purpose of the police
in shielding Lee Moran's identity is
unimportant. What we must do is to
defeat that purpose. We will begin BY
paying visit to Montieu's studio.
want to have chat with a person
IldInPu hllne-
Montieu's welcome was effusive. He
gave them no opportunity to explain
their mission. but launched at once
into Tonys "Glace de Coeur,", which
was nothing short of sensation. La
Iynton had worn it at dress re-
hearsal and it had been received with
such a chorus of admiring "Ohs" and
Abs" that La Lynton was demanding
a hostess gown by the same artist.
{ You have something perhaps in
mind, ma petite?" he inquired suavely,
ignoring Donald Kemp's immobile eyes
fixed on him.
| "I have something: in fact, I finished
it only this morning. 1t is called
Night Sky and it is by far the best
sketch I have done"
Excellent. Ex-cee-lent" Montieu
beamed approval. And you will bring
it to me, at once, this-'Night Sky
TIE name is good"
Tony did not reply. Instead, she
glanced toward Kemp.
Miss Brookes is no longer employed
by this studio" Kemps words clipped.
I'VE are not here to talk dressmaking.
We are here on a matter of a note
delivered by a Miss Kline. / should
like to have a few minutes with Miss
Kline"
you represent Miss Brookes?" In
sinuatingly.
Il am her lawyer"
"Ah, that is well. will send Miss
Kline to you, here"
Miss Kline came, at once. A nerve
wracked, fearsome, small-souled mouse
of a woman. on whom a burden of
conscience sat heavily.
r-n
the mouse no time to slip out OF its
corner. His voice was the sharp edge
Of ice.
II am" hesitantly.
Miss Kline, last Saturday morning,
about the hour of 8 o'clock, you de-
livered to Miss Antoinette Brooks, in
this room. note from M. Montieu." )"
1t was not a question.
The mouse was blinking its small
eyes. II don't remember. I told her
1 don't remember"
Let's see If I can refresh your mem
ory. The note instructed Miss Brookes
to report to the theater about the fit
ting of a dress she designed fol an
actress known as La Lynton. You read
the note before you handed il to Miss
Brookes. The envelope nai been
opened and resealed."
Il didn't open it for any reason you
think" The mouse drew further back
into its corner, whimpering. I don't
care what Montieu says to her.
I'D written some notes for Montieu
and thought maybe I'd mixed them
up when I put them in the envelopes.
I opened hers to see If it was the right
one"
Did you write the note Tor Montieu
to Miss BrookeS?"
"No-but 1 wasn't sure-there were
so many of them-I didn't know which
was which-if she says l opened it be-
cause I wanted to see what he had to
say to her, she lies"
Never mind that. Why did you
deny handing her the note?"
II didn't remember then, so many
people come and go"
"Your memory is better-now?"
'Yes, she got it from me. Don't tell
Montieu. Please don't tell him opened
it. I'd lose my job need it-there
are others depending on me"
THAT is matter for Miss Brookes
to decide"
The mouse gave despairing squeak,