Red Lodge daily news combined with Carbon County news., 1936-03-18
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9That won't get you far. Cal
You writer
Like the lady who was asked 1
she could play the plano, / dom
i knoWI never tried" |" 4 70. ~>.
| You should be able to- write
with your fathers gift OF trenchan
expression. You've got It, too, Ii
conversation. Ny brother owns 6
big advertising agency. I'd like t.
have you meet him."
I'D like to-" said the Duke. 81
do want to work" He hesitated
I've been in town almost every day
this week. looking for a job"
He caught Patrlcia's surprised
glance.
"come in and see me-" Winslow
suggested.
Just his damned luckl Here was
a job--a career probably--fOr the
asking, and he couldn't take 1t. Not
as John Clarke Ridder, Jr. But
Patricia's eyes were still on him, so
'In be in Monday" he said.
When he had made his adieux to
the Winslows, Patricia accompanied
him to the door.
Il owe You an apology" she de.
clared. you're not Just a rich
mans son.. You're something quite
different. And I'm-gladp
"Some grit"
When he reached home, Willetts
was waiting in the hall.
There's a lady to see you, sir"
"At midnightT"
"She got here around eight
o'clock. And she wouldn't 60. She's
upstairs in the library"
what kind Of q ladyT"
"Sort Of Cutlery, II You ask me-"
the butler replied.
"Did she come in a cart"
"One Of the station taxis, sir"
"How's she going to get back?
Never mind! I can rouse Evans, If
we need him. You 60 to bed"
Very much on guard, he climbed
the stairs to the upper rooms.
Wflletts was right; her eyes
were "glittery." And hard. A wom-
an who knew her way around, Bar
~ would have said. And yet there
was something tender about her,
too. She had sharp face, with a |
q slightly protuberant chin. Her
lips and brows and lashes were
heavily made up, but her hair, non
1escript in color, escaped In soft
waves from beneath her cheap lit
lie red beret. She wore q shabby
black dress, and her shoes were
badly worn.
All this, Barry observed in the
ong moments before she spoke.
"You're not Mr.. Ridder," she said.
Her voice was hard, too. Like
he girl, hard and yet pftiful. It
seemed on the point Of breaking.
''Yes," Barry answered. II am"
':Not James Clarke Rfdder. Not
he old man."
The Duke breathed again.
"Not the old man, Of cOurse,'' he
aid. my fathers in Europe. I'm
'ohn Clarke Rfdder, Jr." |
The girl stared at him. l.
'sYou mean you're John Clarke
Efdder'S SOM"
"Of course"
She kept on staring.
Somebody's crazy" she said.
It had come, then. It was bound
D come: Willetts listening
d the halla What would Patricia
aye
Somebody's crazy" the girl re-
eated. land I don't think it's me.
r somebody's a liar, and don't
link It's himr'
And, suddenly, she began to-
Lugh.
NO." she shrilled; "Tt's you!
IS written all over your face!
nd its funny, because you've
alked TO q pretty mess"
"I-:
IF you're John Clarke Ridder,
T., I'm your wife,"
MY wife2"
She stopped laughing, as sudden
as she had begun. "That'ss It,"
le said, and her voice was harder
IAN ever. "Tm your wife, and
ou're under arrest for killing q
lyr"
"Under arrest?" Barry echoed.
What are you talking about7''
For answer, the girl reached
ross to the library table, and
Inded him the newspaper she had
zen reading when he came into
ie room.
That's what John Clarke Rid
r did-last night" she said.
Killed a guy. That damned skunk,
Ike Kelly. Boss Kelly Of Tam
any Hail"
CHAPTER 10