The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-03-13

nothing but steal and market pre- cious jewels"
 Don't talk shop," Dirk begged. You give me the creeps. Every person see tonight, I look at and wonder if he might be blackmail- CT or an international jewel thief"
 Jewel thieves belong to an ex- elusive racket. They wear fine clothes, have grand manners, and mingle with the very people who own the jewels"
 Dirk was watching the old dowa- ger, Madame Doremus, seat herself for dinner, close by. Her compan- ion, the mousy little girl, was try- ing to quiet her, but Madame slightly deaf, went right on talking in loud, stentorian tones which everyone in the salon could have heard. She was idly lingering a large jeweled pendant about her throat, and as her hands turned to the lights a dazzling collection of large diamonds blazed forth.
 T always come in late" she said loudly to her companion, "so as to attract no attention. It's vulgar to make an entrance.'
 Dirk smiled. Now, take that nice old lady" he said. You're not going to suspect her of anything"
 Her jewels are probably paste" Snowshoes said dourly, and Dirk laughed. She's the real thing, and too wise to come on board a ship with her real jewels"
 The dining room was crowded now, and they looked about them to see three hundred guests merged into one indistiguishable mass of fine clothes under the soft lights. There was Q sound as of buzzing bees, as people talked and laid plans to satisfy their various de- sires. And there were perhaps three hundred human wills at that mo- ment working at cross purposes.
 T can tell 'em," Snowshoes ada ed. There's g. slice of rich Park Avenue, a slice of high-broW Broadway, and 6 slice of" AAD Sutotu " WdbSAA OWO oACChly dressed individuals enter the din- ing room, walking stiffly past their table. "Times Square," he said, low. That was Dutch Lentz, and bless me! your drinking pal of a few minutes ago."
 Mamie Jackson" Dirk supplied.
 "I'll just write that down." Snow | chnne caid HfAR f.VfstNn But it's probably a phoney name. They always are"
 There may be a few people like that who stand out" Dick said, smiling, "but after all there are probably two hundred just like you and me, going on this cruise for a little vacation"
 Maybe" Snowshoes said sourly. T wish I had picked some other place for my vacation. I'd rather be shooting ducks"
 He watched the two men seat themselves at 8 table and glance furtiyely about the great room.
 Down the center stairs came handsome young man, tall and dark, his clean, smiling face crowned by well-groomed curly black hair. He was smiling for the world to see, and his well-timed en- try attracted the attention of al- most every person in the salon.
 The waiter, who was leaning over the table, volunteered this informa- tion. That is Tino Rossi, the Ital- ian baritone"
 Dirk watched his triumphal progress through the room, the cynosure of all feminine eyes. Tino walked toward a table where sat a boy and a girl who seemed to be engrossed in themselves. They did not look up when Tino approached them.
 The boy had tanned face, and was regarding the blond girl with an intent gaze. He merely looked at her, smiling a little lazily, not taking his eyes from her when he had short puffs on his cigaret. But 1t was a respectful look, too. He looked at her as if he adored her.
 Now. you take that pair." Snow shoes commented expertly; they're in love-"
 Dirk laughed. T recognize the symptoms. Do you know who they are?"
 Sure. A house detective don't miss anybody. He's the crooner