The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-08-16
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The Duchess companion raised h. black eyebrows and turned to look at her. "Him-dic you say? Oh, yes, of course. In that case you would be interested. But look out, my dear, that no one usurps my place in your fickle affections" He leaned over and touched with one dark finger a splendid string of am- Der beads around her throat.
 "Now Professor Bracey, surely you wouldn't get jealous If I made a new friend, would you?" She clasped her arms behind her head, so that her loose satin sleeves f fell back. "A girl has to have more than one man friend, you know, to fully appreciat, the right one" N If Q man could only be sure he was the lucky right one," the pro- lessor muttered. You play one against another until" He flung himself down beside her and slip ped his arm about her slender shoulders. Until you drive us mad, Duchess. Don't go too far, my dear, I'm warning you. Even an Egyptol- { ogist has feelings"
 Mercy, how melodramatic we are today, Professor!" laughed the Duchess. "Is that what you learned poking around the tiresome num- mics? From what you have told me yourself, those long dead, dry as dust, princesses all had more than one Pharaoh to their credit. You should have learned a few things from them"
 He let the amber beads dribble slowly through his fingers like bubbles of imprisoned sunshine, T did learn many, many things m Egypt, dear enchantress," he murmured, and when I look at these beautiful beads, what thoughts come to my mind-what thoughtsl"
 The Duchess pulled her necklace away and daintily smothered a yawn.
 I'll say you're tiresome today, Proiessor. You've been here two hours and not a single smile in all that time. Most certainly I shall get acquainted with the nanosome young man across the naI. Maybe he can save me 1ro,n absolutely passing out with ennui."
 Bob himself would have been sur- prSed If he had suspected the Duchess was taking any special in- terest in him. He had passed her once in the hallway and thought what a looking person she was. wondering idly If she was young or old, with her strange mop of hair. Probably some actress or medium. Her large eyes, with their heavy makeup. that seemed to dwarf her small face looked hyp- notic enough for anything. He de- cided she was a girl he didn't care to know very well.
 Now he was sitting opposite Kathleen at the little table in her studio, asking for more bean soup. "You were right about the soup, it's the best ever. isn't 1t, 6chmatz?" turning to the terrier. who was watching them with bright-eyed interest. The dog had licked up his share of the supper with great gusto and now showed . comfortable bulge under his rough white coat.
 You know I'm glad you've taken that studio upstairs" Kath- 1een was saying. All the other people who have studios here go home at night and 1t leaves the building pretty empty"
 Then you stay here all the timer" he asked with some aston- ishment.
 "Yes. It's the only place I've got" she answered. You see the folks back home - my aunt and uncle, live with them - didn't want me to come to the city in the first place. They wanted me to teach school and--well. be nice to someone didn't like very well. That's why I don't want to go back"
 T should say not agreed Bob with rather more emphasis than was necessary. I'm on my own, too, instead of going into my Dads bus iness. Scion of good family turn kng to life of crime and all that, -.------==---S -