Evening star., 1936-08-08
SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING
TNCT AYV NETNT-Z

iNsTALLMENTs.
lost her LOB with
Waples Beach. a South Atlantic shore re-
red-headed and freckled., who wears smoked
glasses to ease eyes strained while working
widow dspays shs H SHES at snR sea sd
an artist. The second day he meets Joan
on the beach and. after q lauehing ex.
that pretty t. yS Claire Lindsay and f her % Wealthy
Esyfsnd. % Gene CASTOR IS Agnes f klsds.y.s =
Sloan Elledge is nerve" case due to the
death Of his wife and only child In q
marine disaster. His brother John. also q
an says she es time to sn ons
ders what jean's :detaehed mannsr indi-
eettage they meet the EiledgesS John is
Sloan his I brother er IS is sruf john apoiosizes @
as his brother walks on, and asks Deed,
soss sS ss to on them sass %. Joan
after lunch and Deeds wishes he. could
walk Walk with n. her . Even If he could have
IS taxing e her III his car re peds ed
an unaccountable dislike to Gene.
INSTALLMENT III.
~ EEDS made a petulant at
tempt to diagnose his irrita-
ton. 1t was ridiculous to
imagine he was jealous. He
really had talked to Joan but once.
And she had given him no particular
encouragement. Merely been friendly
in frank way. If she had known
Miss Lindsay so many years. it stood
to reason she must have known her
There was funny one Mrs. Lind
say She must have been Mrs.
CASTOR first. Yet Gene looked little,
if any, older than Claire. He'd have
to figure that one.
And it was queer that Joan seemed
not to want to talk about the fellow.
He hadn't imagined it. Yet, here she
was an hour or so later {. riding
with him in his car. Prearranged, of
course. 1t must have been. But she
had tried to explain and she acted
as though she wanted company on the
trip. Maybe he should have accepted
Gaston's invitation. Too late now.
He couldn't reason it out. 1t was
dumb, anyway.
Deeds flung away his cigarette with
mirthless laugh. Why all the pother
over people he scarcely knew? Skulk-
ing out here alone as if it were of any
importance. He had enough matters
Of his own to worry about Must have
been eating too much the past few
days
That was it. A touch of indigestion
and too much sunburn. That darkey
woman sure was some cook. Queer
that old Kendall hadn't taken on
weight after all these years of sea
food . nothing dull about his per-
formance with his knife and fork.
Deeds decided to diet a little until
his brain responded. Too much fish.
Must get more regular exercise. Snap
out of this
The next order Of busines was to
call upon that grouchy-looking nerve
case and try to indulge in sprightly
small talk. Kid him into thinking
the world was a glad and beautiful
place. When it was pretty terrible,
as matter of fact.
Deeds remained where he was until
2 O'Clock, then be reluctantly made
his way back to the cottage. Jere
Kendall was on the porch, his Slip
pered feet anchored to the rail. He
looked up from his crime magazine
when young Mr.. McCune inquired
where he would find the quarters of
the two physicians.
Second front that corner"
A brief gesture of a brown hand.
Either door on your right, from the
head Of the stairs"
Deeds halted at the first one and
tapped gently on its panel with his
knuckles. Something had been said
about the patient taking a nap. How
ever. the door swung open almost at
once and the tall form of DR.. Sloan
Elledge loomed in the opening.
WE'LL" he remarked, without shift
ing his position.
Good afternoon, doctor. Your
brother asked me to drop around this
afternoon :. about this time"
did he?"
"AS a matter of fact 4. . yes. Is he
in?" Deeds grinned a little, as the
absurdity Of the situation appealed to
him. He was not exactly prepared
for Sloan's blunt rejoinder
mo. He isn't. Was there some
thing in particular?"
Not at all. I'll see him later,
thanks. Sorry to have disturbed you,
I'm sure"
Deeds heard the door close in a
positive fashion as he gained the head
Of the stairs.
Pleasant guy" he reflected.