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 ~Does it mater who I am7" he asked. evidently treasured. Per haps I have no right to be here. Any moment l may snatch your pearls and"
 "Oh, how thrilling. I've always wanted to meet a stick-up man. Tell me how and I'll help you"
 Don laughed. He was enjoying himself. Pats knew 1t. His anti femininity complex had vanished with the certainty that he was not being lionized.
 "Or I may be your favorite screen star," he ventured. This, Pats felt, was test. If she failed to rise to the bait he was safe.
 She laughed deliciously. I'd know my favorite screen star," she told him. She's 6 years old and about as big as your thumb"
 Then you haven't suppressed desire among the men. How about Don Monteray2 I understand he is quite popular with the ladies"
 He's all right but he leaves me cold" She slanted glance into Don's amazed eyes. She was hav- ing 8 glorious time, better than her widest dreams. Her voice was alive, vibrant, no more like that of the competent Mrs. Monterey than the silvery tinkle of a foun- tain is like ditch water. She had caught Don's attention; he was completely off guard. People in the public eye are bit stuffy, don't you think?" she asked guile lessly.
 Holding her a little away from him Don regarded her approvingly. "Too stuffy to be of interest" he agreed. Lets talk about you. Just who are you supposed to represent? You might be fairy queen but you wear no crown, or the Lily maid of Astolot, or a little white cloud with a spot of gold where the sun shines on you. Wait-don't tell me I have it. You are Goldilocks. You live in little house near big woods and every day your mother warns you to play in your own back yard cause there's bars in them woods" For a sworn woman hater Don was doing quite well. Pats danced with abandoned joy and his arms frightened.
 But one day I went to the bears house." She was entranced. Don playing games with her. It was too perfect.
 "So you did -, SO you did. Have you seen the bears lately?"
 "Oh, mo-" shaking her lovely golden head. T never went back A girl can't be too careful, you know"
 The music stopped and they stood together, laughing at their own nonsense.
 Again the music. Someone caught Pats hand and she smiled over her shoulder at Don. Her adventure had been perfect but. having had so much, she wanted more. Would Don wish to con- tinue the game? Obviously he wished just that Four times he cut in and she found herself danc- ing with him. They laughed and talked and more than once Don edged on personalities.
 'Tell me who you are," he begged. Much as l hate to do it I want to introduce myself so you can get used to the idea before we unmask."
 Pats put the fingers of her free hand over his lips. Don't tell me. It-it might spoil everything"
 But 1t won't spoil anything to know your name" His arm drew her closer. Please tell me-"
 Pats shook her head. You would find my name very uninter- esting"
 Don was experiencing the joys of pursuit. Accustomed to frawn- ing adulation it was decidedly in- triguing to be denied.
 "A clew then. Shall I recognize you when we unmask?"
 1OW Cdl ohy WiiCll nave Ao idea who you are?"
 But I want to see you again" Pats had never dreamed Don could be so eagerly persistent. Tell me something about you. Do you ride in the park, do you lunch at Pierre's, oo you have cocktails at the Rendezvous?"
 Pats saw a man in regal attire walking up the steps of the orches- tra platform. She knew what that meant. The witching hour of mid- night had arrived. It was time to unmask. Near the main entrance to the lounge she slipped from Dons arms.
 T have tea every Friday after noon at the Coronet Tea Garden" she said in breathless little rush. Almost always I am alone" With that she was gone. AS she caught up her cape and ran she heard shouts and laughter as the guests