The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-05-17
bv MARION WHITE
CAST OF CHARACTERS

stabbed in the back.
CHAPTER XIII
Philip stood at the window OF
his hotel room in San Francisco
and looked out on the city below
him. The rain was pouring down
with a depressing steadiness, and
out across the bay a fog was be-
ginning to rise.
What night, he thought, to
land in a strange town where one
didn't have even a nOdding &C
uuaintance with another soul,
He was getting fed up with this
wild gooSe-chaSc for Sybil. Fifty
dollars a week, to track down q
l5-year-old school girl! Sybil
might have thought of something
more clever.
What more would he discover
in San Francisco than he had in
Seattle?
Thanks to the susceptible Miss
Baldwin, he had in his pocket the
name of the school which Joan
Barrett had attended prior to her
transfer to Eastman high school
in Seattle, when she was Is years
old. He could go there tomorrow
and meet another Miss Greeley
and be informed as to the girls
marks in simple algebra, and her
attendance record in the GYM
nasium, and the quality of her &C
cent in Spanish. Tommyrot!
Probably when he got back to
New York he would be able to
qualify for the interesting posi-
ton of truant officer.
He thought, little grimly, that
it might have been better If he'd
had it out with his uncle, and Sam
Bowser, too. The fuss would have
been over by this time, whereas
this hide-and-seek game might go
on forever. Curse Joan Barrett!
Yes, and Sybil, too. A girl like
her didn't have to resort to
schemes like this to get her man.
Well, one more day, and he'd
see the end of San Francisco. To-
morrow, no matter where the trail
led, he was going to make his own
trail down the coast. To Holly
wood, then down to the border,
perhaps. To Santa Anita. Or
, Auguaa Caliente. Those sounded
like hot spots.
There would be money from Sy-
bill tomorrow. Expense money,
and his own monthly allotment
from their trust fund. When he
spoke to her on the phone while
ago, she had promised to wire it
| to him the first thing in the morn
ing. He hadn't said anything
about quitting; he could drop her
line once he got the money, if
he thought of it. He'd done
enough already. Let Sybil chase
her own will o the wiSpS from
now on.
Santa Anita. He smiled, and
turned his back on the gloomy
outlook from the window. There
were races down there and
easy money. Was it Santa Anita
now? He tried to remember. Or
were the races at Tia Juana again
this year? Or had he better try
Auga Caliente? There was pref
ty famous casino there, so he'd
been tcld. Would this be the right
season for Auga Calientc? Or had
he better take in the raceS-Santa
Anita OF Tia Juara? Which one?
Well, He'd better find out
where he was going and what he
was going after before he got
started. There'd be no sense in
arriving at the race track out OF
season when the casino was going
full blast in another city.
He walked over and picked up
the phone. "Send me up an eve
ming newspaper, will you?' ne
asked smoothly. "Oh, any one will
do. Wait a minute--make 1T the
final sports edition. Thanks,
sister. Maybe I'll be down to see
you later"
! He grinned at his own reflec-
ton in the bureau mirror. If the
evening became too dull, one
could seek date with Il good
looking telephone operator.
Iater-an hour or so later
having discovered all he wanted
to know on the sports page ne
turned back to the front of the
paper to scan the general news,
Local gosip, for the most part,
but he read it, for want of some
thing better to do.
The senator from California was
making himself heard in Washing
ton-page one. Details of the war
in Spain-dull details, Philip
thought. What the devil were they
fighting about, anyway? A Holly
wood divorce - he read that one
through.
On page two, more details about
San Franciso's latest crime SEN
sation. He read that through, also.
Crime was always interesting on
a rainy evening. Apparently he
had arrived in town too late for
the beginning of this one; it was
already two-days old. The police
had made no arrest, but there
were suspects.
Philip considered the suspects.
In his mind, he convicted the
guilty party with very little re-
Election. Reading down the col
umn, he was pleased to notice
that Mr.. Burton, of the district
attorneys office, agreed with
him.
81 feel convinced" Mr.. Burton
was alleged to have said, chat
the crime was a combination of
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