Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1935-11-22
CHAPTER TX

grandfather clock chimed seven times
loudly.
Garter, hadn't you better go? I'm
not dressed yet-nor you"
"There's lots of time. Let me fresh
en- your glass, sweetheart"
When she had finished, he put his
arms about her, and they stood close
together for a moment.
Don't you love me, Lucinda? Why
do you suggest sending me away"
81 don't want to-but 1 must. Oh,
Carter! Don't-don't tempt me"
In the middle of his kisses, she
found strength to break away, to push
him from her. Garter, I want air.
That champagne went to my head. It
whirls. Here, I'll open the window"
By the nearest window was the Sec
ond clothes closet, and it's door was
ajar. She halted suddenly in her
tracks. Inside was Carter's suitcase!
"Wh-what does this mean? You
said two rooms!" The vivid foreign
labels plastered over the sturdy suit
case seemed to wink at her knowingly.
Darling, don't be upset. There
was a mistake about the booking, and
the inn was except this room"
He put his arms about her, breathing
in her ear: "Lucinda-I love you
love you"
It was three o'clock on Sunday af-
ternoon. They were lunching in the
inn restaurant. Lucinda had happy
air. She had never looked lovelier.
It was only Carter who now and
then looked thoughtful. Plenty of
Sunday motorists were arriving at
the inn for food. Perhaps he had
been bit too reckless in choosing
this particular spot?
"I think we'd better be on our way
directly after lunch, darling. The
bags are packed, aren't they?"
He gave an order to the waiter to
have the porter telephone the garage
and have the car sent round "And
have the bags brought down from No.
II and put in it."
A new party of people trooped in
to the inn. They seated themselves
at a table directly opposite that Of
Carter and Lucinda. Four middle
aged women. One of them, thin,
diagreeable-looking person with
sparse hair and tight lips, shot a
gimlet look at Lucinda, and her es-
cort, then bowed frigidly.
"Good heavens. It's Miss Perkins
my supervisor in the office" gasped
Lucinda, soto voce.
"Well, she won't bite you. Act as
though we had just dropped in for
lunch" Carter advised little tes-
tily.
At that precise moment bellboy
walked up to their table. He had
high, carrying voice. He handed Lu-
cinda little enamel powder-box that
Carter had given her, saying-and
certainly Miss Perkins heard it-"Mrs.
Brown, I found this in your chair in
the lobby"
Mrs. Brown? To her confusion and
disturbance. Carter had confessed to
her last night that he had registered
them in that name at the desk
She took the powder-box mechan-
ically, her face scarlet.
A few moments later, the hall
porter appeared. He doomed officiou-
ly: "Your bags are in the car, sir"
That made bad worse.
It was no surprise to Lucinda to be
summoned to Miss Perkins inner
sanctum first thing next morning.
"Have you anything to say for
yourself, Miss Stanford? I need not
tell you that yesterdays -er-rev-
elation of your character stunned mel"
"I| was-lunching with my
fiance-"
"And staying with him at that
inn under the names of Mr.. and Mrs.
Brown! Don't lie to me about it. l
verified my suspicious fully at the
desk before 1 left. May I add that
men seldom marry girls who go off
with them under assumed names, pos
ing as man and wife before the cere-
mony, Miss Stanford! Pm u terly
Disguised. Because of the shocking