The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-01
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 CHAPTER XXI

The steady roar of the big blow drowned the sound of every other thing except the pounding noise of the waves and of decks awash. The great giant shuddered and shook off the countless tons of water. People simply looked at one another and asked the awesome question, What is going to happen nowH But they no longer experienced the first wild panic. The looks on their faces were those of people who were re- Signed--to whatever fate was in store for them.
 Iil this moment they seemed to huddle together, like stricken anil nlals. There were family groups, and friends. There were groups of those who had been joyous com- panions on this cruise. There were people who sat or stood alone. They all simply stared at the scene. and waited for events. It was like a grotesque, bad dream with a lot of white faces staring at one.
 Nora Lane took up the Punch and Judy show, and lured small children, eyes stark with terror, into play again. The orchestra in the ballroom played, trying to allay the fears. People stood around listen- ing, trying to forget the shriek- tng elements outside. Ken Martin sang.
 Down in front of the orchestra sat Linda Bayes, the little dancer. Az Ken sang of love, his tenor voice clcar as a bell though he was choking with his real emotion fear for Linda's safety. They had waited so long to be married. He 81ad proved his love for her, but why did Linda hold secret from him? The note warning her to keep her mouth shut had filled him with doubts. Discovering her in an intimate chat with Tino Rossi had only added to those doubts.
 Ken knew that the detective thought his girl was in the know on the murder of Mamie Jackson. And even as he sang, his eyes watched the whole scene in the rec reation rooms, fearful. He was afraid that the killer, apparently loose on board, might fulfill the yelled threat during the course of the storm.
 Something of Ken's anxiety con- veyed itself to Jane, who sat mo- mentarily charmed by Ken's croon- ing for love.
 Jane knew what Ken's fears were. She sat close to Linda, thinking 1t might help Ken to know she was watching Linda, too. Feeling these things intensely Jane thought she was witnessing love which transcended all the petty ,avowals of affection one heard in the course of shipboard romance.
 But then 1t happened before Jane's stricken eyes. There was a freshening of the roar out side and a roll of the boat as the waves pounded amidship. Ken was flung from the orchestra stand, and going down, his head hit a corner of the piano.
 When Linda reached Ken his face was white and a thin trickle of blood coursed down the side of his head. She worked feverishly over him, calling out his name, "Ken! Ken! Speak to me. Oh, Ken, speak to mel"
 The blow on his head had stunned him. The ships doctor was tending one of the desperately i'll on board. Somebody cried out for ammonia, brandy-any stimu- lant. None of these was at hand, ard Linda stood up. her face lined with distress. She faced Jane. N "Oh, he can't be-" Linda couldn't bring herself to say the word. "Oh, I love him. I love him. Can't some body do--"
 She tore herself loose from the crowd and ran across the ballroom. rive a medicine kit in my state room" she called over a shoulder to Jane. Jane had to run to keep up with her. A steward tried to keep them from going below, but they broke loose from him when Linda kicked his shins.
 The lights were dim in the pass