Evening star., 1933-10-29

there or you'd be glad to play it. Bass fddlers
are proud to play 'em So you haven't got
one. You got a dog in there. dog An you
gotta let him out an breathe!'
Mr. Penwiddie decided TO ignore the fellow.
He hardened his mouth and glared away from
him straight into the eyes of one of the
women. Such animosity and suspicion he had
never seen beforel And horrors! she was dis
playing the newspaper she held prominently,
even pOintedly
It bore great headlines Child Kidnapped!
Believed Murderedl Body Not Found Yeti"
Penwiddie's whole insides jumped as he
realized that this woman was suspicious OF
him! And the reaSon Ye gods! The foolish
drunk had thought the big bundle contained
dog. Could it be possible that this wretcheo
woman thought it held
Perspi-ation stood out on his brow. He was
not coward but he felt that departure was
what he most craved. And quick one.
Hurredly he pressed the signal button,
grasped his bundle and staggered to the door.
Taxis fitted by now and then but they were
all tenanted 1t had begun to drizze and taxis
were at a premium. But at last he spotted
one that looked empty and it slowed down at
his frantic signal 1t was driven by Negro.
4 AR PENWIDDIE got into the taxi. The
lVi driver lifted the bundle shifted it clum-
silly.
.suah am bunglesome. that package. sah,"
said the driver.
"Y-y-yes It's bass Ming urn-I mean a
Wing mase" stammered Mr.. Penwiddie. And
I'm in hurry"
1t was growing twilight when the car entered
winston This was just as well-for Mr.. Pen
widdies purpose. Just now he was beginning
to worry about something else. 1t was men
tai picture of Diana like lady registering dis
approval plus! They turned into his street
and stopped in his drive.
Help me into the garage with this"
Have I gotta-t-t-touch that-thing, boss?"
Thing? It's fiddle
"Y-y-yes. B-b-but you said it was a vase"
We'll maybe it Is. What meant it's vase
of the Fiddle Dynasty. Chinese, you know.
Now take hold. That's it. Set it down in the
corner. Good How much do I owe you?"
Pour dollars and sixty-five cents, boss"
There you are"
The driver turned nervously. And again Mr..
Penwiddie knew what 1t was to see the look
of pure suspicion in human eyes. Big black
eyes!
But Mr. Penwiddie had other things to think
Of now. SABBATH!
Into the house he went. Hung up his coat
and hat in the closet. He essayed the humming
Of a song-even picking q song that he knew
Sabbatia liked.
"well?" murmured Sabbatia "Are you sick?"
who? Me? Not at ALL
Have the trains stopped running?" she
asked. pointedly.
"Oh, no. guess not"
Then, why the tad?"
"Oh, the taxi had bundle. Too big to
get into the train"
Sabbatia changed color. He could see the
rosy flush coming into her gils!
Been buying something again, Jason? can
see you have" Her foot was beginning to tap
like the ticker of q metronome. We'll. what
Is It this time?"
II don't know" replied this viperous man.
ct have idea really"
WHAT
mo idea 1T all. I attended q sale at the
Unicorn Storage warehouse. A sale Of un-
claimed packages. And-I bought this. What
ever it is"
CABBATIAS mouth sagged open. She swal-
- lowed once or twice. Then communication
with the world was re-established. And how!
sYou bought something without knowing