The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-21
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 q can never get used to it." she said. T don't propose to try"
 His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood facing her with both hands on her shoulders.
 T got a yen for you, kid, the first time I saw you," he said. You had a yen for me, too. Don't try to kid me. You did. We'll" He grinned, unexpectedly. and put one hand to his bandaged shoulder.
 "This is coming along tlne," he said. "In day or so I'll be as good as ever. Then we'll see if you don't feel like you used to-"
 He slid his hands covetously along her ar nis.Her cheeks famed, and she jerked away from him.
 Don't touch mel Don't ever ever againl" she cred. She ran for the stairway, expecting to hear him pounding after her, to feel him jerking her back to him. But he only stayed there, laughing at her.
 "Ill touch you plenty" he said. Don't forget. baby-you're in the mob as much as any of us, now. You might as well make the best of 1t. And the best of its-n1e" She ran upstairs and fled to the room that had been assigned to her. Once inside, she hastily locked the door; then she dropped on the bed, wishing that she could ease her emotions with 8 torrent of tears but finding herself utterly un- able to do so.
 She did not know how long she stayed there, staring up, wide-eyed, into the darkness overhead, while a thousand self-reproaches raced through her mind. At last, unable from sheer nervousness to lie still any longer, she got up and walked aimlessly to the window. There she slumped down on the floor, her chin resting on the window sill.
 The wind had risen, and she could hear the waves beating on the shore of the lake quite plainly now. There was @ moon, too, peer ing through a thin cloud-rack and filling the clearing with @ misty, ghostly half-light. For Q long time she remained there despondently, looking down at the unkempt lawn.
 Then. in the shadows beyond the carriage house, Q movement caught her eye. She looked more closely. A man was walking around the outbuilding, coming up the path toward the house. There was sone- thing familiar about him-some- thing about the way he held his head, the way he walked. ...
 He came closer and closer, walk ing steadily up to the house, and as Jean looked down she recognized him-and thought that her heart would stop beating from sheer, overpowering joy. For the man was Larry Glenn. He held @ pistol in one hand, and he stalked up onto the porch, where she could no long, CT see him, and hammered thunder ously on the great oaken door.
 am a department of justice agent, and we have the place sur- rounded" he called out in loud voice. If you'll come out peace- ably, no one will be hurt"
 There was a tense silence. Then, somewhere below, came the crash of 6 gun going of, and another, and another. Quick spurts of flame stabbed through the darkness be- yond the lawn. Larry Glenn leaped down from the porch and slipped- behind a tree trunk near the cor ner of the house. A racket more intense and fiendish than any, thing Jean had ever dreamed of split the night air-shots, yeils, the evil spat of bullets against stone. the splintering of woodwork, the dangling crash of broken windows
 And then. from sheer excess of nerve strain, Jean Dunn fell Co sne floor in 6 faint.
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