Evening star., 1937-09-29
CHAPTER TX.
Ada aptstion and nSement-copyrigh
by Metro-Godwyn-M Mayer Corp, 1897.

CHAPTER IX.
Admiration and rrangement-copyright
by Metro Goldwyn- Mayer Corp, 1887.
It was morning on the day after
the disaster had struck. Seven-thirty
in fact. Margit's alarm clock rang
She aWoke and found her mules. as
usual, without looking at the floor
For moment she thought of it as an
ordinary day and her mind was on
the matter of Marjorie Borden Give S
trousseau.
Then she remembered that there
was holocaust in her own house.
Things weren't the same-in spite
Of the fact that Rene was running
her bath-and putting the salts in
afterward. AS usual,
Irene. in her room. was asleep in
what might be termed an alcoholic
stupor, and she did not hear her clock
at all,
Waldo's clock awoke him. His
awakening was accompanied by a
sense of horror. violent headache, and
clammy perspiration. He murmured,
''Oh. my" and shuddered. When the
clock rang again he was seized by
frenzy. He hurled it to the floor.
where it smashed noisily, and pulled
the covers over his head.
1t was things like that that Margit
was facing
On her bedside table was a brief
note that Felice had written after
Msrglt came home weeping with
Irene and Waldo-who had also been
weeping.
The note said: Fire Keough."
She put on pale silver negligee.
She sat down in front of her vanity
and combed her hair. She sent for
Keough.
Keough had court plaster on his
face as well as bandage on his hand.
He looked hollow-eyed. He said,
you rang. Miss Agnew."
She said. "Keough. you're dis
charged"
He said, Il had expected it. Mrs.
keough and I shall pack at once"
Margit nodded and turned her back.
She realized that no more should be
said about the matter. However. she
was consumed by curiosity AS Keough
reached the door, she called him back.
Il would like to ask you one or two
questions"
Yes, Miss Agnew"
What in" Margit controlled
herself, What did you do last night?"
keough's voice was lofty and sad
the voice Of man who is not apre-
clated. Since I am being discharged
for my activities of the preceding
night, madam 1 prefer to reserve the
right not to detail them
Stubborn. she thought And crafty.
Trying to get his job back She
looked at Keough coldly. Very we'll"
She turned her back on him.
keough loitered. She paid no at
tention. He cleared his throat. She
old not heed. He began to talk care
lessly. "On the other hand, you're
entitled to know. My last service,
Miss Agnew"
Thank you, Keough."
He drew breath. when your
sister telephoned that she was at
Spikes place and in love and that
she would like Mr.. Beaver to Join her
at once. 1 deemed it no less than nv
duty to investigate the situation" He
made his eyes piercing and profound.
Il have had considerable education
in fields of investigation and espion-
age"
"You can skip all that" Margit said.
Il never took any correspondence
courses myself. but I gather that you
went down to Spikes, hiked I'D the
f1re escape, got in an argument with
an alley cat, cut your hand on a piece
OF broken window pane and for no
good reason swiped car to get home
in. 1 imagine that, from the fire
escape, you watched my sister and
Waldo get drunk with that unspeak-
able Jones person. I don't particu-
larly approve Of prying, Keough. but
II you have anything to add to what
I already know, you might as well
tell me-"
Keough drew himself up even fur
ther. There is great deal of diff
ference between prying and investiga-
tion-as you will find when this mat
ter develops further"
1T won't develop any further"
He stared at her with an express
sion which clearly said And maybe
the sun don't rise tomorrow morning,
either but with resigned shrug he
drew notebook from his hip pocket.
Since l am discharged, l may as well
be brief" He looked at the book "Mr.
Charles Jones-Mr Charles Gordon
Jones-was born in Baltimore on June
z, 1908. He attended the Drayton
School for Boys and Yale University.
where he received his M. A. degree in
fine arts. He is an artist by profess
sion. Three of his pictures hang in
the Metropolitan Museum, two in the
Louvre. Mr.. j. P. Morgan has pur-
chased four for his collection; various
other paintings hang in museums in
Naples, Genoa, Verona, Munich, Brus-
sells. Antwerp, Berlin, Chicago"
skip that, too"
His permanent address is Spikes,
East Fifty-third street, New York
City. He does not, however live in
the saloon. His abode is a trailer in
the adjacent parking lot"
"Trailer?"
zone of those portable midget
houses which one encounters these
days on public highways. Mr.. Jones
has travelled widely-Sumatra, Bor-
neo, Madagascar, Russia, Japan
Alaska, South Africa and New zea-
land" Keough studied his book q
have made some notes on his per-
sonal habits. Do you wish to hear
them"
"I might as WE'LL" said Margit.
HE is untidy to an appalling de-
gree-not to say slovenly. He smokes
and drinks. There is evidence in his
trailer that he has msny-uh-femi-
nine friends. He paints the-uh-
undraped form. His trailer is equipped
with three rifles, two shotguns and q
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