The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-09-16
BY CHARLES PHILIP RILEY

Carroll Forrest set his cocktail glass on the tray alongside of the comfortable chair in which he lay sprawled before his fireplace. He watched as the sleek Togo, the oriental immobility of countless centuries on his bland countenance entered the room, added fuel to the fire and silently spirited the tray into the kitchen.
 He thought of the servant as he stared into the glow of the grate. Togo was indispensable. He won- dered if the coming of Margot would change things around the place. Things to which he had been inured for these many single years. Things to which Carroll was con- ditioned generally. Thinks like To- go, specifically.
 . Late one afternoon that same week when the sound was alive with noisy motor craft and the Long Island countryside a picture of natural summer glory, Togo, standing in the doorway watched the masters green roadster rum ble into the driveway.
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 !. It required a second, surprised look from the servant to actually credit the lady in the car. A lovely lady, too, Togo observed as he scuttled forward to open the car door.
 The master lost no time in show ing the lady about the place. To- go, watching furtively from the crescent glass panel in the kitchen door, waited for them to return to the living room. He timed his entrance with the cocktails very adroitly. He placed another log on the fire to conquer the chill air of the fall evening.
 Togo could hear the elegant lady voicing a very definite objection to the manner in which several of the masters favorite pictures were hung on the wall. They should be so and not so, she insisted, as she adjusted them to suit herself. The glum-visaged Togo made his un- happy way back to the kitchen.
 Presently the master came into the kitchen. Togo was busy pre- pairing dinner. not the slightest flicker of emotional stress to be noted in his stolid features. The master seemed rather gay.
 Togo" he announced, casting a rather apprehensive glance at the man, 'the lady is coming here to live-we are going to be married" Carroll grinned and paused for a moment to glance at the express sionless Togo before revealing: "she will probably suggest a few little changes here and there, as time goes on-but I guess we can regiment ourselves, eh, old man ?"
 The expression on Togo's face, tantamount to blankness, remained the same.
 And what are we having for dinner, Togo? Kippers?" the mas- ter sniffed. Great"
 Do you think you'll like 1t here, darling" Carroll was saying when Togo next entered the room.
 "Oh, my dear" and there seemed to be shuddery sensibility ex- posed in the tone of the pretty woman who sat next to him.
 She watched Togo leave the room before she spoke again.
 Your manservant, darling, we shan't need him" There was a strong hint of demand in her voice. You'll let him go, of course. :"
 "Let Togo go" Suddenly Car roll stirred, suddenly the shock Of the suggestion seemed to seize him. He lapsed into silence.
 They sat at the table Togo set so perfectly.
 While they ate, it rained. The rain beat savagely, dramatically against the house. Togo watched covertly the master who seemed to be quite fascinated with the quest- ing drops of rain which spattered against the window and slid down. ward in shiny, crystal globules on the pane into final disintegration.
 The storm continued. After din- ner the lady and the master sat rather solemnly before the flre- place. ''
 It rained steadily through the night. A steady symphony to which both Carroll and Togo had long been accustomed but which caused the lady 8 great deal of discom- fiture.
 In the morning, the storm over, cool, bracing air came through the open windows. Togo had break