The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-15

But I had to do t. When your escort sees us, he'll probably come over and give me Q punch in the nose, unless you pretend you know me. You might call me John Jones, Sam Smith, or Mike Mahon. Something simple and easy to remember like that"
 Moljy'B eyeS met the dark blue ones steadily. T suppose you get paid for this kind of thing2"
 "What kind of thing2"
 Cutting in on people you don't know, keeping up the reputation of this place for surprising hap- peningg." ..
 He laughed . little. Docs it have such Q reputation? I've found 1t one of the most stupid, harmless places I know, Molly Milford"
 "Thn really not interested in The Red Poppy'B reputation, but would like to know how you knew my name"
 DO you think could miss with all the newspaper clippings and pictures I've cut out and sayed?" He was smiling. A nice smile that revealed strong, white teeth.
 He had the assurance of Q gentleman, yet some sixth sense of Molly's warned her that she couldn't be certain. It was Bome- thing you couldn't put your finger on. He wore the clothes of the men of her world. His manners, If you could forget that daring dance Interruption, were conventional. Yet, q strange, unfamiliar current had started her thoughts to racing BpeculatIvcly, thrillingly.
 Standing against the wall, watching her with frown on his face, was Brent. Coming toward her was Wick.
 Molly raiscd q rebellious little flag. wick" she said quickly aB he came nearer, this is Sam Smith"
 Wick bowed, without extending his hand. wed better be starting" he said.
 After the next dance" Molly spoke impuIsivcly. She saw the blue eyes of the stranger light unexpectedly. AZ the music be- gan, his arms went around her and they danced away.
 I've decided to give you chance to tell me why you wanted to meet me-" Molly said.
 "It,B too long story to tell now" Ills arms frightened Q little i've been dreaming that some day I'd know you. All the time I knew I couldn't not Molly Mil- ford"
 why -- just because I'm Molly MiIford?"
 "No. Maybe 1t was that way at first reading about you, won- dering how it would feel to be man who could dance with the Golden Girl, take her out to din- ner."
 Silly name, isn't it2' Molly laughed little uncertainty.
 "No," the stranger replied.
 There was something exciting fin the way he said 1t. AS though he were leaving much unsaid.
 "I don't agree" Molly told him. "It's ridiculous. You're right, though, about this place being stupid. I came here because I was told 1t was dangerous and exciting. don't know what I expected. Perhaps that people would be throwing things at each other. Or the police would come in and round everybody else up but mel"
 "What a nice safe feeling" His voice mocked a little. You could never imagine the police looking for youl"
 "No, could you2"
 Not yet. But we never know what our impulses might lead to. I'm not conventional. And I know some unconventional night clubs that might give you the sort of thrill you were looking for"
 i've decided 1t may be better not to know"
 Nothing ever happens at Frenchy's --- this place I'm talking about. He's just a broken-down old French arlstocrat who feeds a lot of down-and- for nothing and serves the finest French food and wine to rich people at prices high enough to suit them"
 "Where do you work?" Molly queried.
 "In c bank"
 So he was just a nice young man who worked in Q bank and was dreadfully romantic about her. Reading all those newspaper accounts and wanting to meet her And he was terribly good-looking.
 "If," the young man was saying