The Washington times., 1937-11-10


the broiler.
Anne could never say Just when
it was that the thought came to
her. Sinister terrifying. She
had been lying on the studio couch
forlornly staring at the gay, blue
rug, when it slid into her mind.
She Sprang to her feet, heart
pounding.
"Louie!" she whispered.
For Denny had what is some
times rather vaguely described as
a past. A past which had been
deeply buried since their marriage
and for years before that. But for
all that it was there. Dark
and insidious ready to
spring.
AS a boy he had run the streets,
a youthful offering to a greedy
metropolis, and the companion
ship of back alleys and pool rooms
had been about all that he knew.
He had, of course, told her all
about it, and she had loved him
the more for the clean, upright
lad he had become.
Long since he had broken away
| from these associates all but
one. Louie Baldwin had refused
to let him go.
FINDS LETTER
She went into the bedroom,
Louie lived somewhere on the
southwest side Of the city. But
where? Feverishly she started
searching through Denny's posses
sions, telling herself not to be a
fool.
Denny had come too far for
that. She paced up and down the
room for a while, then with grim
determination set to work.
And at the bottom of a box
which contained collars, she found
a letter. On the back, in a scrawl-
ing hand was written the address
she was seeking.
In due course of what appar-
emily was time, Anne found her
self somehow crawling up flight
of stairs knocking on a door.
Denny" she screamed. Pres
emily there was grating sound
and the door swung open. Bald
win was standing in the aperture.
well if it isn't little Mrs
O'Connor!" he smirked. And >.
what brings you to this part of
the underworld"
"Is Denny here?" she inquired
evenly. Louie's eyebrows shot up.
Nov I wonder what could
possibly make you think that ?"
he said softly. Suddenly Anne's
endurance snapped. If she was on
a wild goose chase, she wanted to
know at once.
With a violent gesture she
brushed past Louie and into the
room beyond. Denny was standing
at a window at the far end of the
room, looking out. He whirled
about.
"Anne!" he gasped.
Hello, Denny" she said calmly.
II :. I waited dinner. There's
steak. Aren't you coming home
to eat it?" Her tears blurred the
vision of Denny, and before she
knew what was happening. she
was in his arms.
Can {. you ever forgive me,
darling?" She was pleading be-
tween gusty little sobs. It am a
>. a brute J..
II don't want any new coat :.
and I hated the old job!" Denny
crushed her to him, sheepishly
brushing something away from his
cheek.
Forget it, sweet :" he said
huSkily. Il am the poor sport
and I am sorry about not coming
for dinner. I I guess it was
that broken coat Of yours .. that
got me down :" His jaw tight
ened. We'll fix that, too."
SAFELY HOME
Later when they were safely at
home, with the limp steak and
fried potatoes before them, Denny
suddenly dropped his knife and
fork.
Just minute, Anne" he said,
in a rather loud voice. "How tn
that is. . how did you know
that I was going to be at Bald
wins tonight?" Anne nearly ceased
breathing.
why. . I. I. . thought" she
stammered. The dark color rushed
up to Denny'S face. He stared at
her speechlessly.
"Anne!" he said brokenly. "You
mean. you thought that I. >"
But Anne's arms were around him,
her cool, reassuring words pour
ing into his ear.
II won't even ask you to for
give me. now " she whispered.
"I'll spend the rest of my life
making it up to you, Denny" she
paused. But perhaps i. if you'll
tell me why you did go there to-
night. :"
Suddenly Denny's good irish
sense of humor came to rescue
MN. He grlnned rather feebly,
and gathered her closer.
This all goes to show-t h t
crime doesn't pay With a mem
ory like yours. darlin'. However,
my story is short Baldwin has
been wanting to build a home out
in Morgan Hills for a long time.
And for just as long he has
been after me to draw the plans.
We'll, because VOL dnn,t an