Evening star., 1937-11-07

Mrs. Walter Bellamy is quickly told.
The driver of the yellow limousine
had just entered the darkness of the square
when man signalled him from the pavement
and he drew in at once. He was highly paid
private chauffeur, and he noted with distaste
the frayed sleeves of the others shabby over
coat, the untidy curves of the black hat. But
the man in the black hat spoke with decision
and authority. The chauffeur. whose name
was Parker, listened with attention.
Their mysterious business was finished in
three minutes. Parker nodded, saluted, and
drove off.
Black Hat, satisfied that no one had wit
messed the meeting, went on his way.
MIR. and Mrs. Walter Bellamy - Mrs.
Bellamys name was Jane = of Globe Apart
ments, were very fond of each other. In
consequence, they were an exceptionally
happy couple.
At dinner one night, Jane said, did you
hear that car again? It's on my nerves"
Walter was puzzled. What carr?
You haven't heard it? 1t began last Mon
day. Today's Thursday - that makes the
fourth day. 1t comes down the street every
night always at the same time. And it hoots
like mad. It's disgraceful - this is such a
quiet street. The driver must keep the horn
going for nearly minute"
His look told her that he thought she must
be imagining things. But she shook her head.
She hated anything that deviated from rules
and regulations.
"You can hear it all over the flat. It's a
yellow limousine.
That reminded Walter of a grievance.
"You know, Jane, we really ought to get
new car That box of ours we suffer from isn't
half good enough. Not for you, l mean" he
interjected hopefully.
Jane slew this delightful suggestion with
the incest smile.
81 think not, darling. We've gone into that
before, haven't we? You're making four thou
sand five hundred year, and we agreed that
it would be much more sensible not to think
about new car till you were making six thou
sand. We"
Il shall be topping six thousand soon."
Then we can talk about it when you are.
IT. more fun to wait, when you've got things
properly planned. It's nice to live in little
street, when we could easily afford a more ex-
pensive place, near the river. And to have only
a part-time maid"
The days of the Bellamys continued their
sober march according to the perfect planning
of Jane If a theater. always Tuesday. If a
picture, always Friday. Daily, Walter re-
turned from the office - never later than half
past SIX The lacquer clock, which was never
fast and never slow and never had an un-
wound moment struck seven. Walter went to
the sideboard and poured Jane glass of that
pleasant sherry.
One glass only. One cigarette.
Walter returned to the sideboard and mixed
himself whisky and soda. Only one. Jane
had agreed about that long time ago, and
then Walter had agreed in his turn.
There had been time when Walter had
been afflicted with the idea that second
whisky and soda before dinner would do him
all the good in the world. Walter had brooded
over this matter, but had never told Jane of
his preoccupation.
At seven-ffteen Jane got up. Dinner-al-
ways an admirable dinner = was always at
seven-thirty. Between seven-fifteen and seven
thirty, Walter never saw Jane. She would be
Finally experimenting things in the kitchen, or
doing her face up in her own room. Walter
always remained where he was, with the eve
ming papers.
This cross section of one early evening