The Washington times., 1937-08-06
the character costume, and what
the devil is your game here?"


No game. Just a rest"
III bet." He winked wisely.
For a moment she thought of
telling him how long she had
been coming here, how much
the Twilight Inn meant to her;
of begging him to go away. But
she thrust it aside as foolish
impulse; there was no possible
appeal to Gyp Casselli's better
nature, for he possessed none.
Mrs. Latimer is a friend of
mine" she said crisply. Il want
you to let the girl alone, Gyp."
You what! Say, that's good.
I'm to walk out and leave an
heireSs that's begging to marry
me, just because you want me
to-"
The police are still interested
in that little matter of Jake
Sherman's murder. They'd like
to talk to you, Gyp. Any small
town cop who shipped you back
to Chi would get big hand. I
might even mention that you
were not at my place all that
evening, Gyp.'
Nov, listen, Nell"
Il know you had nothing to
do with it, but the bulls are
dumb sometimes. They think
you did"
"Okay. What's the answer?"
I'll give you three hours to
leave town. If you're not gone
by then I'll go to the local
police"
NICE WHILE 1T LASTED
And suppose I tell them
about you"
They have nothing on me-"
mo, but how long do you
think you could stay at that re-
spectacle hotel If they knew
who you were?"
Not long I expect" Mrs.
Brown said calmly, though her
lips trembled.
"Okay by me-" he said. But
I'll get you thrown out of that
snooty joint before I go. I'll
spoil your little game"
1T was a nice game while it
lasted" Mrs. Brown said visit
fully. She took her carriage
back to the Twilight Inn, per-
feet picture of plump, respect
able, .middle-aged woman. She
looked long at the prim little
lake and she spoke pleasantly to
several people on the porch.
Then she went to her room and
waited.
The manager knocked at her
door an hour later. He had al
ways liked her and had done his
best to serve her. Now his face
was purple and he mumbled in
embarrassment.
AN unfortunate error .
Your room had been reserved
for some one else. . No other
room available. We must ask
immediate occupancy. Perhaps
you understand. ="
IT quite understand" she
said, and searched his face al
most pitifully. II suppose there
is no chance that I can stay on.
I mean we might keep it quiet.
I've been coming here so long
and no one ever suspected be-
fore"
Her voice trailed off, hopeless.
But it is nothing personal"
he insisted, with the quick fear
of the hotel man for libel suits.
Merely a matter of reserva-
tions."
Il see. I'll 60 at once"
She left quietly while every
one was gathered in the dining
room.
The picture in the clipping
portrayed a Mrs. Brown alien
to the Twilight Inn. Her hair
was puffed elaborately; her
throat coddled in snowy
jewels; her dress fantastic. The
headline said: Chicago Nell
Again Evades Clip Joint
Charge"
ALL GOOD THINGS IND
Mortified comments hummed
like mosquitoes through the
Inn.
She's positively notorious"
"They say she served one
Jail sentence"
Il heard she served three"
"She was even connected
with the" That speaker
lowered his voice to a whisper
and the listener gasped: Sure
ly not that"
And I was really fond of
her" lamented Mrs. Latimer.
That just shows you, mother,
that you're no judge of char.
acter," said Bernice. "She had
a nerve calling Johnny a wolf
in sleeps clothing. Why, he's
wonderful. BY the way, I won
der where he is. He was to be
here at seven"
Johnny was on the west
bound train with Mrs. Ellen
Brown, alias Chicago Nell. He
leered in empty triumph when
he saw her, but she ignored him.
She went to her compartment
and watched the last of the
placid little summer resort fit
past her window.
Chicago Nell had learned a
long time ago that all good
things must come to an end,
and that in the end you have
to pay. She had paid her debt
- Il. . rrN-..;1;-N.A T.. T. IL