The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1936-01-10

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went deep-sea fishing before met
herr"
Fox saw no reason, and let 1t go
at that. Seeing that no information
was forthcoming, Jennings swung
back to the business Of arms EN-.
barge treaties, marines, and the Sec
retary's weekend comfort, until he
dropped Fox at hotel.
Remember" he warned humor-
ously, don't get caught in any funny
places. and be sure the lady is So
cially acceptable to be a future big
shots wife"
my regards to the Secretary" said
Fox. Tell him my life for my coun-
try any time except when I'm on
leave"
Jennings waved a hand and drove
off. Fox checked in at the hotel and
then took a taxi to Eleanor Vests
home. He had no surety that Allaire
would be there: he could only hope.
The butler thought she might be in
her mothers cocktail salon.
He took the little private elevator
to the second floor and stepped out
into a long red and silver room filled
with Eleanor's usual cocktail crowd.
Three japanese boys went about
with trays of cocktails and highballs
among gay chatting groups. Allaire
wasn't anywhere to be seen. but her
mother was sitting in a corner deep
ly attentive to an earnest young man
with very dark hair and very high
white forehead.
AS he talked he frequently ran
his hand up over his forehead and
through his chick poetical raven
locks. He was talking about lights.
as Fox apr cached. vibrations and
lights, dirty yellow lights, pure white
lights, pink lights-all twinkling.
ELEANOR interrupted him to ex-
II tend a languid hand to Fox. She
was quite beautiful, her hair like
Allaire's except that constant SEES
sions with the hairdresser failed to
give it the same natural wealth of
live color.
Hello, George. Back from the
wilds? Nice OF you to drop in. Let
me introduce Mr.. Valaour."
Fox met Mr.. valaour. then he
turned back to her.
I'm looking for Allaire-is she
>here?"
mo, she isn't. don't know where
she is. She went out last night be-
fore dinner and hasn't come back"
She put a cigaret in a long holder
unconcernedly. Her daughters dis
appearances were nothing unusual
to her. do go on. jacques. This is
a new religion" she added to Fox.
"Not new" protested Mr.. Valaour.
1T is as old as the world itself. 1t
belongs TO the Ptolemies. oh. no, do
not mistake yourself; it is not new.
It is merely adapted to modern
thought and terms. Your personality
is expressed in terms of lights all
vibrating about the One Main
Light"
"Im terribly interested" muir
INJURED Allaire's mother.
Fox wasn't. 1t sounded like glib
berish to him. He excused himself.
So Nell was investigating a new re-
ligion now. Or, perhaps. it was Mr..
Valaour who was being investigated.
He was walking through clusters
Of chattering humanity toward the
exit when somebody tapped him on
the shoulder.
You do not remember me, Mr..
Fox?"
The attache found a tall man at
his elbow, handsome smiling man.
dressed impeccably from the tips of
his grey-spatted shoes to the white
carnation on his lapel.
Fox recalled him with a certain
shock of surprise. 1t was Ramon
LAMAR who had met Nell West in
the Argentine and followed the polo
party north. He was a big game
hunter and globe trotter. or some
thing. So he said.
IL remember you, of course" said
Fox, shaking hands.
LAMAR smiled at him warmly.
Il have wanted to see you for some
time: What fortune we should meet"
What can l do for your" inquired
Fox.
"a great DEAL" said LAMAR. "but
l will do great deal for you. too. An
exchange-no?" He laughed. LET US
have a drink together"
Sorry" said Fox. I'm trying to
find somebody"
"Ah." said LAMAR. Somebody?
Miss Allaire West, perhaps?"
His voice ended on a raised note
of suggestive inquiry.
Fox hesitated. He didn't care for
LaMarr-hadn't ever since Allaire
had termed him a scavenging shark
following in the wake of a ship. She
had tried to chase him away from
her light-headed mother several
times. What was he doing here?
LAMAR was smoothly oblivious to
the attaches hesitation.
You are looking for Allaire," he
went on. "and l am looking for you.
Believe me, it is very important"
Copyright. 1855. By David Garth
a very Shiny man makes a very
Shiny proposition, tomorrow.