Carbon County news., 1936-06-12
CHAPTER xI-contlnued

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square the bank account. As for
the hotel bill-"Well, I'll give them
my Clothes" Barry decided, land
I'll have something left in my jeans
when move out Of here"
He phOned Peggy again, and then
dined frugally and went back to
his room. Step by step, he went
over Its details, seeing everything
in the new light cast by the events
Of the past few hours. At mid
night, for the fifth or sixth time, he
re-read the story In the Globe.
"Well, that's that" he said aloud,
tossing the paper into the waste
basket and winding his silver wrist.
watch. "Morano's dead, young Rid.
der'll be free tomorrow, old Rid
derll be home Saturday, and that's
that. Wonder where I'll be a week
from now"
1t didn't matter much. Nothing
matters much" he told himself
again, dwelling on Pats phrase,
"Not without Pat, it doesn't. She's
a grand girl. Out Of my class,
though. A week from now, she'll
be playing tennis and going over
to dinner at the Riders. Wonder
If Peg'll be there. Wonder what's
going to happen to those two young
people?"
In Friday mornings paper, under
Personal Intelligence" he found
a mention Of the Winslows. ''Mr.
and Mrs. Peter Winslow are sailing
on the Aquitania next Wednesday,"
the item read, "for an extended
tour of the Continent" That was
that, too. Barry's drama was end
ing with all its principal characters
disposed of, as well-made drama
should end.
Winslow's secretary called him
just before noon. "Mr. Winslow
wants me to tell you that Rogers
will be free in an hour or two"
"How's Mrs. Winslow?'
"Much better. Mr.. Winslow's still
with her, though,
"And the Hambidges?"
"No; they went back to South
an1pton last night"
Once more, that was that, Barry
thought, getting his hat and max
ing tracks for the subway. He
reached the Tombs well in advance
Of official orders for the release of
"Jay Rogers" 1t was nearly five
o'clock, indeed, when "Jay Rogers"
appeared, looking very white and
haggard, and the last train had
left for Southampton. "You can talk
to Peggy on the phone" Barry told
him, land then you'd better have
dinner with me, and a good nights
rest at my hotel. The Bremen gets
in very early, and you'll want to be
on the dock" z
Jack looked at him quizzically,
"WiIl II"
"Won't you?"
II suppose so. I'd like to see my
mother"
"I'd like to see her myself" Barry
said. "She's been swell to you, all
right"
"Yes."
At dinner, Jack declared, "I'n
take that job on the paper now, if
my father'll give it to me-"
"Why not?'
"You started me thinking. I can
see the old mans viewpoint. He's
got to be decent to Peggy, though.
It's both of us, or neither. >
What's going to happen to your"
search mew .:
Look here" Jack blurted. "I'm
Ridder now. Who needs to know
that was ever Jay Rogers? I've
been at Southampton all the time,
writing letters to my mother, and
everything. You've been Barry Gil
bert, working on the Globe, and
likely to go on working there.
What's the matter with that?"-
t"Willetts is the matter with it,"
Barry answered - "Willetts, and
Evans, and Winslow, and all the
camera-clickers on the newspapers.
There've been several pictures of
you already. can't understand
why you weren't identified long
ago."
Maybe was," Ridder admitted.
"Your old college chums don't ex-
actly run after you while you're in |
jail. They don't get to be college
chums until you're in Who's Who"
anyway" Barry continued, "your
schemes out. I want to come clean.
Don't ask me why. was going to |
run away a week ago, and / could |
not make it. 'GehtIemen don't do
that 1 said. I've got a new pic
ture of myself as gentleman"
"That's what does the trick, I
guess" Jack speculated. "Most of
US spend our lives trying to live up |
to the portraits of ourselves that |
hang over our mental mantel-pieces.
Yours was of a reckless, devil-may-
care young vagabond. Then you
moved into house, and company,
where that picture didn't fit. You
hung up a new one, and you've got
10 live up to that now. 1t was the
'ame way with me. The picture of