The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1934-01-20
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9 1897 NGA Service. Inc

Greenwich Village, and Gypsy had
hoped to reach home by o'clock.
Don't bother to make tea for
me today, Bates" she had said.
when she arrived. I'm leaving
earlier than usual"
The cataloguing was more than
halfway finished. Would she DO
glad or sorry when it was over?
These afternoons had been pleasant
enough. They had even (she had to
admit it, the spice Of danger which
makes any adventure seem attrac-
tive. For just little while she
could play, if she liked. at the role
of being mistress Of this beautiful
| place. 1t was innocent enough-,it
harmed no one.
At last she put away pencils and
pads. covered the typewriter and
resigned it to its cave Of dark.
ness. She was just about to ring
for Bates, to secure once more the
custody of her hat and coat, when
she heard a familiar voice in the
drawing room.
Don't trouble, Bates" she heard
Lila say. "I'll wait right here. Mr..
Broughton will be home directly.
He said So"
CYPsYs hands flew to her
throat. Lila, of all people! Oh,
she didn't want to be found here.
1t wouldn't matter what she said
or how she tried to explain. Lila
simply would not understand. Her
eyebrows would go up, she would
look quizzical and sophisticated
and amused. No, she couldn't
wouldn't bear It!
Wildly she looked about for q
| method Of escape. But penthouse
| 20 stories up offers few of these.
She could, Of course. ask Bates to
smuggle her out the service en-.
trance but that would put strange
face on the whole affair. lend ii an
indecorum it was far from owning.
She could wait in here. trusting
that Mako would soon get rid Of
his caller. On the other hand, at
any moment Lila might saunter in,
in search Of cigarets-or book.
What on earth was she to do?
The high studio windows were
curtained in dark red damask, fold
on thick fold. Gypsy dallied for an
instant with the idea OF hiding her
slim self behind one of these. but
\ the whole thing seemed too melo-
dramatic for words. 1t was too
much like the second act in a so-
ciety comedy.
Beyond the iron gates which sep.
arated the drawing room from the
library she could hear Lila moving
about, humming softly.
She'll come in. She'll find me-
Gypsy thought, despairingly. mo
matter what ! say. she'll not be-
lieve It."
i She sat, very still and small, in
the growing darkness. She simply
must get out of this. It was an alb.
surd situation. Her cheeks f1ared
holly at the thought Of Lila's
amused air, il she should stroll In.
Gypsy glanced at the clock. X
was five minutes past five. She
stood up, bracing herself for the
encounter. No matter what Lila
said or thought, she had to walk
out of that room at that moment.
Her foot was on the threshold. her
hand at the gates behind the vel.
vet curtains. Her heart was going
like triphammer.
Il thought you were gone,
Madam" Instead OF Lila. Bates
stood at the fireplace. Lila's fur
lay across a chairback. her scent
fingered on the air. Gypsy muir.
INJURED something hasty and low
and sped across the room like an
arrow. Luck was with her! Lila
had gone into Marko's dressing
room to powder her nose!
She was safe. She could escape
without being seen.
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