The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-06-07

CduSHl III the ldSHcS.
81 can't find it," she quavereC
with a pitiful little catch in he
voice: "But Pm telling you tn,
truth-plcase let me GO"
After an hours questioning
the attorney muttered something
to himself. II sounded like, "In
nocent as a baby" Then h,
commanded, Get Monterey OF
the telephone. You, Johnson =
Pats thoughts raced madly
Frantically she yearned for Don
Although he was in the dark con,
corning her identity he would sec
through this nightmare until eX'
plantations could be made. Throw
ing discretion to the winds she
timidly told the district attorney
where Don could be found. And
after a nerve-wracking wait
Johnson was talking to him. Non
commitally, he told him where to
come.
Blood sang in Pats ears. Don
was coming. He would try to helm
her but what could he do? She
had a wild idea of donning the
wig and glasses, even trembling
ly opened her purse but with the
cold eye of the law upon her she
was incapable of action. The room
grew dark, the edge of the desk
seemed to be slipping from be-
tween her fingers. Family she
heard Detective Johnson arguing
with his chief.
Mistake nothing. JUST clever
actress-MOnteray's wife is dark
-homely-" With every passing
instant Pats nerves grew more
taut.
Then there was the sound of
quick steps beyond the door and
Don burst into the room. His
face was white, his eyes, darting
in search of Pats, terror-stricken,
his mouth grim. For a split sec
ond her eyes implored him, her
hands went out in frantic appeal.
Then she flew to his arms.
"That man." she sobbed, point
ing at Johnson who watched them
with narrowed eyes, brought me
here and / don't know why. And
that man." moving her finger ac-
cusingly in the direction of the
district attorney, asked me ques-
tions. He asked me my name and
when | told him ] was your wife
he didn't believe me-" The tear
drenched eyes she raised were
black with entreaty. At her words,
a culver ran through Don's big
frame but he gathered her closer.
There, there, darling" he said,
and over her head, "Wha't the
meaning of this?"
as she your wife," asked the
district attorney point blank.
We'll, rather" Don laughed
fondly and took his handkerchief
to wipe Pats drowned eyes. "All
right now" He seemed undiSturb-
cd by the interested onlookerS.
"Come, darling, you need your
tea or perhaps something a bit
stronger. Gently he guided her
toward the door. Johnson rubbed
his chin uncertainty. The district
attorney muttered, 81 told you
so,' and went back to his desk.
The reporter looked disappointed.
Almost in the safety of the hall
there was a bad moment.
"Say. Monterey" said Detcc-
tive Johnson, 81 thought your
wife had dark hair-saw you with
her at the theater :"
Pats took a quick breath, but
Don laughed easily. $50 that's
the trouble" Lightly he touched
Pats cheek in a teasing gesture.
''I'll tell you something, boys" he
said over his shoulder. "You
never know from one day to the
next what color your wife's hair
is going to be-" With that he
closed the door behind them and
hurried Paris through the outer
office.
The elevator was crowded, no
chance for conversation there.
The foyer was thronged with peo-
pie.
Don" Pats began as they
reached the street.
"Not now, DEAR" he said quick
ly. Il don't know what it's all
about but Pm on your side" AL
most running they reached Don's
car. Edging into the traffic he
threw an anxious glance over his
shoulder. Pats sat still, wonder
ing where to begin. Don was en-
crossed in making speed through
the congested street. He barely
made a green crossing light and
laughed exultantly, caught the
next at the last possible second
and sped on.
"Don-" She must tell him.
Later, darling-Pm thinking"
Recklessly he said between a bus
and a taxi cab.
"But, Don-listen-I am your
wife" Breathlessly she tried to
martial her explanations, to sort
out the best words with which to
meet his incredulous questions.
But if Don heard her the words
made no impression.
Look" he said earnestly. "I'Ve
got it figured out. I'll get in the
outer traffic line and at the next
stop for lights you slip out. Those
birds were only half convinced.
They may be on your trail again
right now but we've lost them for
the moment"
"Don-Please listen to me"
"Let me talk, sweetheart. Go
into a shop and wait, say twenty
minutes, then grab a taxi and
yo out on tho Post road where