The Washington times., 1937-07-16

Manager osborne became keenly
interested at once.
I'VE have a Miss Morrison reg
istered here. I believe she Is Mr..
Matthews secretary, but I assure
you that she is not a beautiful
blonde, like Miss Rogers. Miss
Morrison, in fact, is decidedly plain
and unattractive."
Don't you worry none," Jake
broke in, ''Marge Morrison is one
beautiful blonde, when her wig is
off"
"wigl" Osborne cried. begin
ming to suspect things.
That's right. We might as well
tell the truth. I am Susie Rogers.
Marge is using my name when she
is herself, and q disguise when
she Is Marge Morrison. You see
I'm way ahead Of you, don't
bother about details now!" Ca
mile cried. She turned to OS-
borne. will you tell me the num-
Der of Freddy Matthews room, or
do I have to rap on every door in
this hotel?"
Tt think I shall have to take
you up" Osborne said, the whole
problem being altogether too
much for him to grasp.
At this time Freddy had gone
UP to his room to get away from
the inane and Grazing telephone
calls. He was listening at q radio
broadcast. Three reporters were
with him, one asleep on a divan,
two others shooting craps in a
corner.
From the small room radio
came:
while yet another report,
from a constable at Cherryville, is
that a blonde young woman an.
Swering the description Of the
missing Mis- Rogers, had jumped
into the reservoir and was
drowned"
Freddy put his hands to his
forehead and groaned miserably.
The announcement continued:
and an investigation, how.
ever, caused this clue to be re-
jected, inaSmuch as there was
never any reservoir near Cherry.
Vile"
Freddy breathed easier.
It was then that the door was
opened and Camille rushed in,
followed by Susie and Jake and
the manager. The sleeping re.
porter didn't stir. The crap play.
ers stopped, looked and listened.
Freely leaped to his feet and ex.
claimed, "Camille!"
Camille stared at him coldly.
Don't act so surprised. Your
little scandal had been broadcast
and printed all over the Coast, and
I was bound to hear Of It,"
Scandal? Now darling. ="
Hey. you," Jake srowled, push
ing forward and glazing at
Freddy, You can cut out that
darling stuff and tell us what
you've done with that poor grill"
The sleeping reporter awak-
ened, all three crowded about, to
get this. Freddy eyed the rather
uncouth Jake angrily.
"Confound It'll" he suddenly
barked at them. ''Who are all Of
you and why are trying to cross
examine me? I haven't done any
thing wrong!"
mot wrong-perhaps," Camille
blazed at him, but something ex-
ceedingly stupid"
Look here. what's all this?
Have you found"
Where is this Miss Morrison's
room?" Camille demanded, by this
time. thanks to Jake's faux pas,
having a hazy idea Of the truth.
Two floors below" the man
ager told her.
"YesP Well, watch things hap
PEN" Camille turned to FREDDY.
"You come along with me, Freddy
Matthews, and unless I'm very
much mistaken I will show you
how easy it has been for someone
to make you the prize idiot Of the
century,"
This way" Osborne said. They
all filed out to go down.
And, meanwhile, Miss Abbey
Belden had arrived, as she had
said she would. the day before.
She was there with fire in her
eyes. She was going to get
Freddy'S completed novel or set
off some verbal fireworks that
would jolt the universe. She had
secured the number Of Miss Nor.
rison's room at the desk, and went
up, still holding a first edition San
Francisco newspaper in her hand.
She arrived at the door to
Margery'S room just as Freddy
and the others got there. but she
had eyes only for Freddy. She
waved the newspapers at him and
fairly beloved as she spoke.
"You-You WORM" she yelped,
Doing this to mel No work.
No novel; I'm half crazy. I
wish somebody would tell me what
to dol"
ABBEY" Freddy said. "thls is
the last straw. II you want to
know what to do, 60 down there
to that window at the end Of the
hall. and Jump out!"
Camille pushed her way through
the others. said to the manager,
els this the room" and when he
nodded, she raped loudly.
There was no response.
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