The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-03-29
talked gravely down the hall.

stalked gravely down the hall.
 Norman Happ, his face the color of boiled beet, wiped furiously at his mouth with q handker- chief. Millicent Graves, torn be- tween 6 desire to cry and to laugh, slammed the door shut and very audibly turned the key in the lock. The she walked to a large over-stuffed chair, dropped into it and started to laugh. The whole situation was too utterly absurd. Norman Happ, standing there with lipstick smeared on his mouth, explaining to his father the unwarranted nature of his W- trusion and the cool reception which he had received. Abruptly Millicent remem- bered the things she had learned from Norman Happ and the laugh ter died from her lips.
 There really was some reason back of everything Jarvis Happ had done. Jarvis Happ knew of the woman in the black ermine coat, the mysterious woman whom George Drimgold had described on the night of his death and Jarvis Happ had instructed Harry Fielding, the chauffeur, to shadow this mysterious woman in black. That would mean, then, that Jarvis Happ didn't know the iden- tity of the woman. Or, if he knew her identity, didn't know where she lived. It also meant that he was interested in finding out more about this woman.
 Millicent Graves determined that she was going to cultivate Harry Fielding. If he discovered anything concerning this woman who wore d black ermine fur coat and who seemed to exert such powerful influence upon the lives of those with whom she came in contact, Millicent Graves decidetd that she would be in q position to find out just what information he had uncovered.
 Slowly she started disrobing and, as she slipped off her outer garments and stood before her mirror applying creams to her face, she ran over the events or tho day in her mind.
 Suddenly she realized that the Interruptions and prevented her from looking over the books which MT Gentry had given her in the suitcase. Her eyes turned toward the suitcase. It was brown, with brass mountings. There were two straps which en- tirely surrounded the suitcase. It had been made to stand hard usage. and she noticed casually that one of the corners had been badly dented so that the edge of the brass reinforcement presented . jagged appearance.
 She drowned as she thought how easy 1t would be to snag a stocking on that bit of brass and determined she would have 1t fixed. Why not ask the chauffeur to fix 1t? That would be Q good way to lay the foundation for her campaign.
 She left the stool in front of her dressing table, took few steps toward the suitcase, then realized she was too tired to bother with books. It had been a hard day. But she did want to take a look at those boks before she retired, just to see what they loked like and how they had been kept.
 She dropped into the over- stuffed chair, placed her finger tips at the back of her neck and gently kneaded the taut muscles, holding her neck as completely relaxed as she could, swaying her head from side to side.
 A delicious sense of landuor crept over her. She slowly low. cred her hands to her lap. The room was warm and coZy. She yawned. lay her head back and closed her eyes.
 Miliicent awoke abruptly. real. izIng that she had been asleep. She did not Know how long she had slept. but she realized that some noise had awakened her.
 She sat perfectly, still. her senses alert, waiting, wondering if the noise would be repeated. A moment later she heard 1t again, the sound of rustling motion in the corridor just outside her door.
 She remembered locking the door, wondered if someone had tried once more to enter her room without knocking.
 Whoever it was who had paused outside the door had now started down the corridor. She could hear the sound or retreating steps.