The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-08-19
CHAPTER VI

The possibility that Nelson Whit eAkoe might Do c sangster did not enter Moilys mind until later In tho evening. She had merely come tc the conclusion that ho was surly and untEIAstworthy.
 Midway through the meal, Molly remembered c phrase of DonnAS with tho town 90 overrun with Bangsters ."
 she paled then, studying her escorts face and finding some- thing ominous in his strained, tense manner and the way he kept watching the door.
 No. it couldn't be possible. "In spite of being rude, conceited and eelf.eentered," Molly reasoned, ''he isn't the criminal type. Be- sides I couldn't have been inter- ested for a moment if he had been."
 And ahe had been interested that night at "The Red Poppy" Dancing in the dark, with this same man holding her close and saying things in . low, ardent voice that had made her pulse quicken strangely.
 Mollys face crimsoned now ct the memory. What blind mad- nea9 had possessed herr
 For some time the seat which had been occupied by the nice young musician had been vacant, Molly could picture him, speeding toward the clty--and Brent.
 The proprietor came to the platform and explalned: My 9riends," he said, "Theos ees mos unsortunats. One of my boys ees ill weeth . yer great pain in one side. 1t ees that appendix which have trouble him many times, I have excuse him tonight to find Q doctor yer quick, or he thinks maybe it will surely burst thees time. Our other boys will make music without him the best way they can"
 Molly had muted her voice to the proper sympathetic note, What . shamel Do you think they can play any more opera selections without c vlolinist2"
 T could do without all of 'em," Nelson Whitaker answered coldly, Music doesn't raise my blood press- ure."
 To had not remembered her notes for request numbers. If he had been really clever he might have connected the sudden illness Of the young man with them. He was SO sure that she was trustful and un- auspecting. Then, too, oil his ate tention was apparently centared on the outer door. Each time 1t opened, he looked startled.
 Yet when there was c commo- ton outside tho door and the sounds of the proprietor's protesting voice reached them, Q half smile played across Nelson Whittaker's face. He leaned over to whisper, Don't be frightened, I'll get you out of this"
 "det mo out of whatP" Mollys voice was startled.
 "A raid, if don't miss my 8uua1. EEu0CHyb hiWhyh keLttnk into trouble with the boys of the police department, He's sort of forgetful about some things, and now and then they come out to refresh his memory with c stlR jolt of law. It's too bad hap. pened to pick this night to bring you out. but don't worry. We'll probably be able to persuade them not to lock us up. i'm sure they won't when they know who you are.
 "You poor kid" he added. ''You're frightened to death, aren't youS"
 He had discarded his moody mAn- ner and apparently was the friendly, interested young man she had danced with 6 week ago, But much had happened since then.
 "No," Molly thought, I'm not frightened. I was frightened before the police came"
 She was going to wake up be. hind bars, just as Brent said. But she would 90 to jail quite happily. Tomorrow Brent or Donna would