The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-07-14

all you are not a slave, you
But If I leave now, we will
never finish this" Margery OBJ
jected.
Eyes we will. I'll 60 right up
and stand beside you at the tele-
phone booth and wait"
I'm that case, all right" Mar
gerry agreed.
Apparently Freddy intended to
keep his word. At the hotel he
stood just outside the booth as
Margery went in and answered
the call. 1t was from Abbey Bel
den.
Miss Morrison" she doomed,
"how is that lazy baboon coming
along? OF course you found him!"
Eyes, Miss Belden, found him
and the work seems to be coming
along all right, although he is
chatting over the way am fore.
ing him"
LET him chafe his head off,
only get those last two chapters
out Of his system"
Eyes, Miss Belden. He has al
ready outlined both chapters"
Good enough. Stick right to
him. I'll be down tomorrow and
I must have the finished novel
when get there"
II promise you to stick to him
and to have the last word written
when you get down here tomor.
row." Margery assured her.
She stepped out of the telephone
booth, feeling that when she re.
ported this to Freddy, he would
snap out Of it and settle down to
work, but there was no Freddy in
sight. He had sneaked away!
Margery couldn't be downright
angry. There was something about
Freddy, about her feelings toward
him, that would not permit this,
but she was thoroughly detected
and Q feeling Of hopeless defeat
took possession Of her.
However, there was that in Mar
gerry MorriSon'S makeup that
would not stand long for defeat.
She began to use her clever head.
to try and devise some means of
still forcing Freddy Matthews to
finish his novel on time.
Margery looked in the lounge,
the cocktail bar, the mems grill,
she searched the foyer, writing
room, and verandaS and grounds
and down at the beach, but not a
glimpse Of Freddy did she get.
It did not occur to her that
Freddy could go to the beauty
parlor in hopes Of making "Susie"
rush through with her beauty
treatment. But there is where he
went, only he saw no Susie" nat.
urally. But what was worse, he
was assured that no blond young
lady had been in the parlor all
day.
They had worked on several
brunetteS, a couple silver-haired
matrons, some brown haired girls
and one naring red-head, but no
blonde. They were sure of this.
What was more, a guest at the
hotel. they told Freddy, certainly
would not go elsewhere for hair
dressing, since everyone knew that
the parlor at this hotel was by far
the most popular.
Freddie took a walk. trying to
figure out where Susie could
have really gone and why she
should have made up this story
about going to get her hair
curled. Come to think Of it, her
hair seemed to be in perfect
condition.
Margery finally gave up her
search for Freddy, this was after
she had telephoned his room
and learned that he was not
there.
BY now her detection hac
turned rather to determination
Something must be done. She
went up to her room-the room
she had taken under her owr
name. The clerk had obeyec
her orders. There was a type
writer and a ream Of papel
there.
Margery sat down and looked
over that very bare skeleton O.
an outline Freddy had dictated
to her. It was nothing, at all
when she analysed it. And ther
she decided on a seemingly dar
ing plan.
She locked her room door
took off her wig and the bother
some fake spectacles, tossed thu
notes that Freddy had dictatet
to her into a waste basket am
arranged typewriter to her salts
faction.
She intended TO write thos'