The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-05-16
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 MONNlE O'DARE, who loves DAN CARDIGAN. rich and hnnd- some, diss .vers her friend, SAN. OnA LAWRENCE, Is trying to Win him from her. CHARLES EUsTACE. Q newcomer in town, pays . good deal of attention to
 Monnie and helps her when her brother, BILL, gets into diflcuI- ues. BnI plans to marry ANGIE GlLlEN, who works in a candy shop, as soon as she gets her die
 HETTY, honsemaid at tI,e Lawrence home, disIikes her mistress, suspecting her of
 vamping' the handsome cfau. ffeur, JAMES. Monnie starts out with Charles to find KAY, her younger sister, who has gone away with CHESTER BIGELOW, travelling salesman. Kay, fright ened, wants to turn back from tne adventure before it is too late.
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 CHAPTER XIV
 The wind whipped little ringlets of bronze hair into Monnie's eyes. It was as if they were flying along Tn the summer night.
 What a wild goose chase" she said, as if to herself. Waynes- boro = Miss Anstice had said that Kay was on the way to Waynes- boro but wasn't it quite possible that the man had thrown that question out at the filling station merely as decoy? Wasn't just as reasonable that Kay was this moment. speeding westward instead of taking the easterly road Charies Eustace's care was travel ing?
 Poor Kay. little foolish Kay! She ought to have known what was go- ing on ought to have watched her more closely. She had been, Monnie reproached herself, too ut terly absorbed in her own affairs to sec where Kay, in her impa- tience and discohtent, was drift ing.
 "It's my fault!" she broke out, rather incoherently, to the silent man beside her.
 That's nonsense" His dark profile was grim in the faint light of the instrument board And anyhow, riothing's happened yet. We'll have her safe and sound in an hour or two." Eustace spoke with a confidence he was far from feeling.
 Monnie sat tense, every nerve tingling with the excitement of the chase. High Falls = a scratter- ing of lights-and then the open road again. White arrows point ing the way at the crossroad = turn here for Waynesboro- that was all right-they had taken the right turn.
 Charles slowed each time they passed a car and Monnie stared eagerly, expectantly, into the faces of the occupants. The vehicles were fewer now and farther be- tween. The main road forked at the Waynesboro turn. This was virtual detour. rutty and narrow.
 It was madness madness = the girl told herself, to thrash about in this way. What they should have done-at once-was 10 have given Kay's description to the local police. They had system of radio alarmthat was wonderful. she had heard. But no-no-that would mean that Rays adventure woufd be broadcast to the waiting world!
 x couldn't do that to her." Mon- nic groaned inwardly.
 They plunged through Newton Center, a hamlet of some half dozen scattered houses. Charles lighted . cigaret without taking his eyes from the road. Monn!e, strafning her gaze ahead, was con- scious of a sudden spurt of energy in the motor.
 That car ahead Charles told her. "I've had it's tail light ever since the Falls. It's turning into lane. Suppose we stop and take a look"
 'Sts probably some farmers dooryard," Monnie said despairing- ly.
 The winking red light disappear ed for an instant, reappeared again. Charles was slowing his engine now, its powerful roar muffled so that the sounds of insects, of whir- ring crickets and croaking tree frogs could be heard.
 Monnie realized the car they were trailing had stopped. Before she could speak the man beside her had put on the brakes. was sliding out of the seat.
 You stay here" he said in reassuring whisper. I'll do the talking"
 Monnie was trembling with nef- vousness now. She had to grit her teeth together to keep them from chattering. She watched Charles tall figure striding purposely away from her. In the car ahead she could just see the outline of two heads. A woman's. shawled. A mans.
 She wanted to call out to Charles to come back = to hurry. They must be on their way. It was folly to waste even a few minutes trailing some surly farmer who would, like as not. resent with blows their interest in him. In the blurry mist the headlights made she could see Charles drap,ng himself casually over the fender of the car. She could not hear what he said but presently he came back. looking rather disgusted.
 "Some idiot of a drunken yokel." he said disgustedly His wife's asleep. I couldn't get any thing out of her. What luck! My hunch was a rotten one."
 Mopnie was sick with disap- pointment. She hadn't really ex- pected anything of this chance