Nogales international., 1935-02-26

seen her somewhere! Nancy Cur
tis. as she appeared in Gypsy
Love" Her eyes flicked on the
news account.
John Gage! Now I wonder :.
She frowned and went back to
reading.
She wasn't drowned at all. She
just disappeared. d.. And her car
went over the cliff the same night
that Kennedy was shot. and she's
afraid OF him. Those two stories
ought to connect somewhere.
Maybe I'd better get the California
papers"
Anne Duane had taken the man
Cleo had meant to marry, and there
were no rules in the fight to get
him back. -.
Cleo pinched her lip and took
brief census of Granleigh. Gwenda
adored Anne nothing doing
there. The Atwoods had taken her
up. and SO had the Westbrookes
and Chisolms. But Fan White
more, six years older than her hus-
band and looking it, hated every
pretty girl that Ted looked at, and
Ted never missed a chance to talk
to Anne. Eddie Carver babbled
everything she heard. There were
plenty of others to catch bright
ball of rumor and toss it along.
Late that afternoon Cleo parked
the blue roadster in front of the
Fairfax house.
Gwenda was serving tea in the
garden. Ann was lovely in yell
low frock. Ted Whittemore was
dawdling near her chair His wife
sat few feet apart, discontented,
as usual Barry was talking to
Gwenda, some distance away. Anne
looked up quickly.
Cleo waved carelessly to Gwenda
and Barry and dropped into chair
near Anne.
Hello, everybody. That's an
awfully clever frock. Nancy. Do you
know you're the image of some
body saw in play once? knew
as soon as I saw you that you re-
minded me of someone and it's just
come to me as I caught sight of you
in that yellow dress. The star or
leading lady was sick, and they
rushed this girl in. You could
double for her, Nancy"
She saw Anne's finger tips whiten
against the arm of her chair. They
slowly relaxed again. II suppose
lots of people have doubles some
where"
Fans long eyes drifted from ons
to the other, family satirical.
you're not very lucid, Cleo. If ths
girl made such an impression on
YOU should think you'd have re-
membered more about her"
Darling, I'm not card index. J.
suppose the star got we'll or sonio-
thing. Maybe she got the Holly
wood fever"
She talked to Fan, but her eyes
were on Anne. Anne swung her hat
idly by the brim and smiled slightly.
Anne strolled away with Gwenda.
wondering whether she had really
talked or just babbled insanely.
Fan looked at Cleo.
"Wc seem to have been tactless.
Do you suppose there's anything in
it,"
mo, of course not Cleo shrug-
ged back.
Fan looked disappointed. But
she's aw!ully Secret!ve about her
self, anyway. Who were her
people?"
Il don't know. She's never mcr-
toned them to me"
Really. The infection spoke
volumes. Il thought you were SIT
intimate"
"Oh we are, but Nancy never
talks about herself or her family, or
any of her old friends. Maybe she
was unhappy, and hates to talk
about it."
Fans lip curled. "She must have
been, to have run off to some wild
desert ranch. "
The little hints that Cleo dropped
spread like widening ripples in a
quiet pool. Two days later tiny
wave splashed at Mrs. Schuyler
Duane's feet, in the form OF care
less voices on the other side Of the
garden hedge.
This is the Duane place, isn't
it: That girl Barry Duane married
is peach. Who was she?"
ooh don't ask mer' The high tit
ter belonged to Eddie Carver.
Somebody said she was Holly
wood extra, but nobody seems to
know"
Mrs. Duane stood there, rigid
with indignation.
Mrs. Duane heard the car drive
in, and Anne's voice saying that she
had horrible headache and was
going up to her room. s@
That was Mrs. Duane's oppor-
tunity, but another car came 1t
was Cleo.
81 hope Pm not disturbing you,
but | wanted to bring this book
around. It's a lovely night for driv-
ing. It's Kennedy's night off, but I
brought the roadster. Couldn't
we have the lights out and sit hero
by the windows?"
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