The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-03-21

'The bill," he said, lis all paid, and so's the tip
 l Millicent looked up and saw q display window setting forth va various transformations Across the window, in gilt lettering, appeared the words, Acme Beauty Parlor."
 The cab driver jumped back % his position behind the wheel, slammed the cab into low gear, drove hurriedly away. Something in the very nature of his hastse made Millicent feel that he was going upon some very definite errand.
 Her knees felt weak as she real ized that there was the possibility he was returning to report to the officers in that police car, or it might be that he was acting under instructions to rejoin Mir Happ at some rendezvous which had been arranged in their whispered con- versation.
 Millicent suddenly realized just how she looked, clutching q roll of currency in her hand. There was 4 leather goods store theree doors | down the street. Milicent went to it, purchased cheap purse, and then went directly to the beauty parlor.
 Miss Hanson" she told a blond woman with searching eyes who greeted her.
 You have an appointment? ?" she asked.
 "Yes," Millicent said.
 The young woman reached lan- guidly for leather-backed note- book.
 What was the name?" she asked.
 Curtains at the rear Of the | room parted. A small, slender brunei, with something regal in her bearing, stepped into the room. l "Neyer mind, Evelyn" she said I'm expecting this young woman | Won't you step this way?" l She smiled reassuringly. MillI- cent followed her through the cur tains into passageway which was lined with booths. Her guide walked the length of this corridor, turned the knob of door at the end and stood to one side. l Millicent Graves walked through the door and into a room which was lined with white tile, the very floor being spotlessly white. An operating table occupied the center of the room; a chair of the type used by barbers was at one side. Miss Hanson closed the door. 4 spring lock clicked into position. l Millicent said rapidly, 'I don't want any treatment, Miss Hanson. l came here because l want you to tell me where 1 can find the man who made the appointment with you for my work. I think you must know who he is. I've got to find him at once.'
 The large, dark eyes of the bru- net woman surveyed Millicent Graves in calm appraisal.
 "Yes," she said slowly, "I can transform your appearance so that your own mother wouldn't know you"
 But that isn't what I want" Millicent said. " want to get Tn touch with the man who made the appointment. I must see him al once."
 The wide, dark eyes didn't change expression by so much as a flicker.
 II think" she said, "that you're not the best judge of exactly what it is you do want, Miss Graves '
 Millicent started as she heard the woman so casually use her correct name.
 You know who am then ?" sbe asked.
 "Yes," said Miss Hanson. Please be seated"
 She indicated the chair, and Millicent dropped into 1t, realizing that she had indeed burnt her bridges; that these people held hel completely in their power; that any story she might be able to tell the police would sound so wildly in- credulous that 1t would not be worthy of belief.
 Miss Hanson's unruffled man. ner radiated complete com posture. She smoothed back Milli. cents hair, studied the contour ot her face, then brought out brunei transformation which she carefully fitted to the girls head, pulled down a "U'' arrangement of mir. TOTS which she adjusted about Mi. llicent's head.