The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-21
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Brent barely glanced at the erumpled paper, sun holding t. hO said, "f appreciate your oom' lng here. Its was god of you to he 90 interested. But I assure you there was some mistake. I don't know that girl or if I do, it is In some quite casual fashion, I haven't an Idea in the world why she should have sent me . mes. sage. But you've been put to . great deal of trouble. should like Co pay you-."
 "No thanks the boy said. "Bhe did that. It was sa0, I only wish 1 could have reached you lest night. Maybe you'd have gone back with me"
 "Yes," Brent replied, T would have gone with you last night, But everything has been changed, 1 have had great shock today, You1l excuse me now"
 The young man bowed and went out.
 simpson opened the door. "Did he think 1t was importantp" he asked cautiously,
 The young man shook hts head, I'm afraid not" ho said, "But it was important. I'm afraid he will find 1t out some day, when lt is too late"
 The front door closed and Simp- son turned away, mournfully. He had been quite taken in by the young man. If Mir. Brent didn't think 1t was important, it wasn't, There, that was the bell againl
 The young man was standing there, hat In hand, T forgot to tell hlm-"
 "r suppose yourl say again its something importantp"
 "Ycs. Very important"
 II regret, sir, that it is quite impossible for you to see Mfr Stuart again."
 "Then youll take Q message for mep"
 "uladly,"
 Tho young man spoke quickly. He wanted to know what the girl loked like, the one who sent the message, Tell him Sho looked exactly like that girl whose pio- ture is on tho front page of tho | newspapers today"
 But that is Miss Molly Milford, and she's dead" Simpsons voice | snnk fiismAllV.
 "Yes, I know" Tho visitor brushed this aside impatlently. But this girl was her living. breathing image, Tell him that"
 Tho door closed and Simpsons breath came heavily. What . nNr- row cscapel So all this time he had been talking with Q lunatie, Last night he had been alone with this carY man for hours, Of course 1t wouldn't do to worry MT. Brent with this ridiculous message. Simpson knew better than that. Mfr. Brent was suffering almost more than ho could bear, as 1t was,
 In tho library Brent stood look. ing down at tho piece of paper in his hands. Tho words, blurred ct first by tho mist In his eyes, were taking shape, "please play Butterhys Some day He'll Come"
 Brent's hand began to shake, Tho writing-no, ho must he los- Ing his mind. He was about to say the writing was MollyS. The girl who had written this had been living last night. And Molly had been in Q department Store-dead,
 Brent rushed into tho hall, "The young man who was here," ho called wildly,
 He's gone, sir"
 "0one2"
 "Yes, sir"
 Simpson took in his young mas- ters eyes, the white, anguished iaeo, Everybody was going crazy. Maybe he was doing wrong to toll Mr, Brent what the stranger had said.
 Nevertheless Simpson wont on, He told mo to toll you, sir, that the girl who sent you the message last night loked llko Miss Molly, Sho was the living image of the picture in the paper, he said"
 "det me the paper" Brent cried,
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