Evening star., 1936-11-08
THIS WEEK
Terror!
Continued from pose four
Continued from poss four

got to know. If you're so interested in
me, don't you want my address in
France?"
mo, rosebud; this time you have
guessed wrong. 1t will be long time
before I'm free to follow you. so run
all the way home and grow up."
"Johnnier' Her hands went to his
shoulders. Somehow the pet name
sounded all wrong. John" she
amended. you didn't have a cent -
not even clothes! Where have you
been? How did you get to Spain?
This place - how did you find out !
was here so quickly?"
"All that is none of your business"
In her rage she would gladly have
slapped him. but she was far too clever
to yield to the impulse. She smiled
with hurt look as if he had struck
her. then lifted luminous eyes to his
face.
1T could be-" she murmured,
couldn't it, John?"
The peculiar light she had every
reason to expect cleaned in his eyes
but promptly died. MARY" he said,
you are more than a rosebud. sweet
heart; you're a whole garden Of
dreams. Somebody's going to have a
lot of fun picking them. one by one.
But not l." He flicked her wrists
aside. I'm off,"
This time she was really hurt. so
hurt her anger died within her. Add
bewilderment. Never before in her
short life had she offered an inch to
any male that he didn't try to snatch
an ell. Here was new sensation and
it had its points. This John was no
familiar school day playmate. He was
somebody never met before, a grown
man and awfully good-looking.
At that instant, Tito. the porter and
watchihan. swung wide the front door
for Johns passage and the shaft of
light thus released struck across the
narrow street to illumine waiting
figure Eyes black as jet shone out of
an olive tinted face adorned with an
eyebrow moustache that looked as if
it had been pencilled with charcoal.
Perceiving he was discovered, the
stranger struck a match to light a
cigarette. disclosing a straight white
scar that ran from one temple to the
corner of his jaw.
Good night. Mary" said John so
sharply it sounded like command.
Good night" she murmured. I'm
obey you, John. III do exactly as
you wish"
But even her brief speech had given
the man with the scar his chance; he
sauntered the three steps across the
street before John could break away
and accosted him.
so it's John, is it?" he said with
the purring accent the Levantine
lends to all acquired tongues. mot
Randolph nor Dominick; just John.
John what?" With the question he
flashed a smile at Mary.
Before she knew what she did she
had answered. ''Dahlgren."
''Daahl-grren, he drawled. 1T hanks.
Mees Mary. I'm Theophile Amad, my
own name. Women call me Teo."
Mary glanced at John and felt her
heart sink. His cheekbOnes had gone
white and there we're white lines
showing through the tan around his
mouth. She was looking at anger
such anger as sears mans soul. Not
at her, but at Amad. With hands
clenched at his sides John advanced
on him, butted him with one shoulder
and then the other, heading him
away. A look of hatred sharp as
naked knife darted from the black
eyes straight at John. But Amad, too.
kept his brown fists close to his sides.
While they still stood breast to
breast Tito, the porter. gently seized
Mary's wrist, drew her in, closed the
door and dropped its massive bar.