Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1935-08-16
BY PHYLLIS MOORE
GALLAGHER f.

| TO SOCK Cnem IN the eye! blplOmaJlc
immunity, eh" Trial before the courts |
Of his country? Is that a laugh! |
Ravero will get life pension, post |
in Paris and statue erected to him
for distinguished service!"
Betsy swayed weakly toward John
and exhaled soft little sigh. Am !
glad that's over! They won't be look
irg for me now. will they, John?"
Not the District police, Betsy. But
whatever De Prudentio took from that
chancery safe was important enough
to justify murder. have another
bunch. Raoul de Prudentio didn't
shoot Ravero. I did"
You did?-" her pupils dilated.
You mean you think it was
Ravero in the parlor last night?"
Exactly And those birds aren't
going to rest until they know what has
become of that stolen paper. Guess
I'll have to appoint myself your per-
Sonal bodyguard, because right now I
haven't doubt but the legation is of
the opinion you're Raoul'S confeder-
ate. They know Raoul booked pas
sage for South America and they'll
conclude he planned to carry the in
formation with him. They'll comb
Washington to find it,"
1t was dusk When John turned into
the garage, saying, AIS quiet on the
Potomac! But II bet there was plenty
humming around here today"
Betsy said. John, again I don't
know how to thank you. If you hadn't
carried me off this morning I'd I'd
be in spot now, or rather the spot
would be on my . and my reputa-
ton! You know that, don't you?"
| And without waiting for him to an
swer she leaned close to him, kissed
his cheek lightly and fed.
Mrs. Seymour was In the kitchen
when Betsy came through the back
| door. She said. in an excited whisper:
Jennie Travers was here; came to
see you, dear. She told us that Johns
father is tremendously wealthy; that
his mother died when he was born
and that this January, when John is
"a, he will inherit seven million dol
lars, or Whereabouts! Can you imagine
young man like that being satisfied
with our third floor front?"
! BetSy's heart stilled with relief So
her mother hadn't heard about her
being at Raoul's. No one knew but
Libby and Marshall and John.
She said, simply: Il can imagine
John, mother. He's a darling"
Her mothers face flushed with
pleasure.
Betsy, he's such nice young man.
! Couldn't you set your cap :"
| Suddenly Betsy was back at the tea
house at the small green table and
John was talking about honeymoon
at an old walled town in France, where
the silvery tides come in faster than a
horse can gallop and the houses are
piled up one on top of the other, like
a kids alphabet blocks. She had said:
! What will we use for money, John?
Walking to France would be jolly, but
bit dampish." John hadn't Dragged
He hadn't said anything about the
seven millions; about the wealthy
father. He had gone on about omelets
with jelly, and cheese and spinach and
a world that had beaten a path to
the Poulard's tavern door.
Her mother said What on earth
are you thinking about, darling?"
Betsy flushed and met her mothers
inquisitive gaze.
"Omelets," she said.
"Omelets"
John and her father came through
the kitchen door then.
Mrs. Seymour said, lightly: Didn't
you feed my child today, Mr. Storm?
/ She wants an omelet. I never knew
Betsy to eat an omelet, much less ask
for one!"
"An omelet? Honestly, Betsy?"
Johns expression was wistful, hopefui.
Terry called loudly from the parlor
Say, here comes Marshall Van De-
vanter again! What a busy day this
little man has had. He must have
been here 20 times. With all the cops
and newspaper men and Marshall Van
Devanter knocking on our door every
few seconds, I'm beginning to feel like
a snooty butler!"
Color rushed to Betsy's cheeks. She
ran across the kitchen to the swinging
door She called, excitedly. "Oh,
Terry! Terry! Tell Marshall that
l.. that I haven't returned"
And have him coming back here
every hour on the hour all
through the night! I will not!"
Betsy leaned back against the wall,
roses in her cheeks, stardust in her
eyes. She looked up at John. He was
standing there, his hands still in his
pockets. his gray eyes asking her if
after all had she been not quite truth
full when she told him that there was
no one else.