Evening star., 1935-03-24
March "a, 1885

SSeoNu tIloSe eyes ndQ redCneu, ii not IhrlS-
ties heart, at least some emotional center
somewhere.
Christie knew now. Veevee Sande had
killed her man. Had gone hell bent out of
here, alone. and killed him. That was the why
of the Homicide Squad stuff. The girls pals
were trying to alibi her by claiming that she
left an hour later with them. Too late to
have done the killing
All this in the fraction of a second, mind
you But Christie thought lot of things all
at once. About the reasons why women some
times hate the men they love, and why brass
buttons and courtroom doors smother and
choke those reasons. Christie thought about
the dreadful, hurt t-animal appeal in those
young, womans eyes. Veevee Sande was
Park Avenue, too, but now, in spite of her
diamond bracelets, she was Just another girl
like Christie There was story somewhere
about the elephant caught in a snare and
the mouse who saved him.
why" continued Christie, her own brown
eyes wide and open, IL remember! She left
about one O'Clock with that couple over
there!'
Christie pointed.
Metzer nodded slowly, and then all the
tension seemed to 60 out of things. Timmons
and his partner weren't standing quite so
close to the girl in green. and the other
couple began to breathe again.
Thanks" said the man from Centre
Street. You may have to repeat that"
Everybody left, and Christie went home
to her room.
She read all about it at noon next day, over
hnr no
Terry SHOOTING OF CLUBMAN." and
underneath was a picture of the man with
grey hair, and another of Veevee. Miss
Veronica Sande. held for questioning in
regard to the mysterious killing of Richard
Stalt in hotel room two floors below the
fashionable roof resort. Small Hours Club, was
freed by police this morning. Centre Street is
working on new lead -
"Gee!' said Christie
She looked at herself in the mirror.
Look at me!'' she said to her own image.
Just look at me. l - know how God feels!'
Which was funny. even to Christie, because
she didn't believe in God. But she knew what
she meant. That day she rode down to the
club in taxi, and the doOrman asked her if
she'd picked a winner at Belmont. She felt
as if she had
The next three or four nights were just like
other nights only Christie stood little taller.
The glow was like champagne, only - we'll.
biz, as she would have described it. But there
was nobody she could tell about this. Nobody
who would understand the happy. silly way
she felt.
Then one night in came Veevee Sande. She
was with large party, but after the men had
checked their coats she returned to the
counter.
Christies face didn't show much, but her
hands gripped the edge of the counter. She
knew that she loved this woman, loved her as
she might love her own daughter Which was
funny, because Christie was some years
younger.
Veevee Sande laughed nervously. She
played with her bracelets.
II suppose you we're wondering" she said
quickly, "why hadn't looked you up?"
Christie shook her head. She felt little
choky Why, with all the words in the world,
weren't there any for times like this?
Thanks awfully for - for having such a
splendid memory" said Veevee Sande "You
we're lucky for me, and haven't forgotten it,"
She stopped, and Christie had to say
something.
II didn't do anything :" she murmured.
Veevee held out her hand, and Christie
took it, She was looking at the eyes of the
older woman. There was no message no
feeling in them at all They were just eyes now.
But in her palm was something, tightly
folded. 1t was hundred dollar bill. Christie
didn't believe it.