The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-18

Bob was exultant. Now he had found her! More than that. now he knew-as he had always known that Joan was the one girl in the world for him. All the torment ing doubts and bitterness had been the result of his deep love for her.
 The avenue was heavy with traf- fic and Bob was forced to drive slowly. As he neared an intersec- tion the signal light flashed. A second before the blue car ahead of him had shot forward.
 Bob's lips set grimly and he cursed. The wait seemed inter- minable. Then the light changed and he was flashing in and out among the swiftly moving vehicles. He saw blue roadster ahead gained on it, but found it occupied by middle-aged couple. The blue roadster he was seeking was no. where in sight. Perhaps it was fol lowing another road.
 He thought of the "Jigsaw" then At the night club an employe told him the manager would probably drop in some time during the evening. Would he wait?
 DOU- Sdlu NOulus Barney arriving shortly after ward and Bob introduced himself So this we'll turned out young man was Bob Weston! To Barney the name stood for the Weston Mills rather than the Weston millions. It stod for yachts and automo- piles, string of horses and all the other appendages of great Wealth. Yet this good-looking, clean-cut chap lacked the show-off manner. He seemed unspoiled.
 dially.
 Bob. sizing up Barney. decided that the "Jigsaw" owner lacked the earmarks of the general run of fel- lows who catered to pleasure seek CTS. He believed he could like this fellow. He came directly to the point:
 "Mr Blake will you give me the address of the masked girl who sang in my home to-night?"
 "Your homc?" Barney lit cig- aret. So this fellow was like the rest of the gilded group. imagining the plans of other could be upset to gratify their personal whims. He was disappointed. Bob Weston, in a masher role, was less ap- pealing.
 q didn't know she was in your home Barney said easily. stupid of me! Miss Wetherington gave me the address of the place and didn't mention whose home it was. Bob brushed this aside impa- tiently.
 'I'il give you my word that ] won't disclose her identity" he promised. Perhaps you think I'm asking a great deal but this is not whim. It is really important!'
 That's what they all say" Bar ney answered easily. Surely yor | must see how absurd such re- quest it! You're not the first man who has tried to learn who the masked singer is. Why in heavens name should tell your" Bob got to his feet. He was | furious at. the implication in the words That's what they all say At the same time re realized the l night club owner might be Justified | in his stand.
 You mean you won't tell me?' ,"I don't think I could put it in l plainer words
 Then I'll find out some other way" :.
 ..New York is a large place, Barney smiled and added politely ''Is there anything else I can dc for you?" :, 'Thanks. Not damn thing Bob told him.
 He left the club, got into his car and drove aimlessly for 20 minutes letting his anger cool. Of course the chap had his own interests to consider. Bob decided he had gone about the whole thing undiploma- tically. Acting like kid. He would go back, lay the cards on the table and tell Blake that he was in love with Joan and had al- | lowed @ foolish misunderstandine to. separate them.
 Suddenly he remembered what Barbara had said. She had in timated that there was some sort of affair between the masked sin ger and the "Jigsaw" owner. "Oh, Bob. don't be 1S90!' Barbara's tone had implied a god deal more than her words.
 The same employe told Roh when he entered the night clut again that Barney had gone to his l home.
 But it was absolutely imperative to know Joan's address that night | Bob felt that he could not possibly | wait until the next. day. He de. cided to go to BIake's home. He l would catch him before he retired I or, if necessary wake him. l (TO Be COntlnucd) Every. ton of coal produced lr