The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-07-15

and was listening. He came for
ward now to Peters.
whats up. Serge?" he asked.
Missing girl, Tim has the de-
scription, she was a guest at the
hotel"
"Who is this?" Freddy asked.
Reporter"
Listen" Osborne said, cant
you keep this out"
Sorry" said the reporter, and
hurried out to get the description
in order to call San Francisco with
the first tip and then get busy.
"Now what can I do?" Freddy
asked Peters.
Nothing. I'll call Mr.. Osborne
when we get any information"
They went out. well, it looks
as though you had started to bust
things wide open, Mr.. Matthews"
Osborne said.
"I'll bust 'em wider, if I don't
find SUSIE" Freddy walled.
The reporter came back and got
more information from Peters and
then went to the hotel, unbe-
known to Osborne, and got still
more information, including the
slightly incorrect information that
the missing Miss Rogers" was the
fiancee of Freddy Matthews, the
well-known young novelist.
Freddy paced the west veranda
of the hotel, nervously lighting
and tossing away cigarettes. The
sight, now and then, of the mem
bers of the patrol, scouting about,
here and there, added to his ner-
vousneSs.
The flashlights here and there,
car headlights turned to the
beach, and headlights on motor
cycles all added to the confusion,
as we'll as the radio announcer's
call to all cars, describing the
missing Miss Rogers.
The reporter telephoned his
San Francisco office his added in
formation, adding that all roads
were being watched and all cars
stopped for examination.
Daylight finally came. Freddy
Matthews had no sleep in him,
only worry that was fast grow
ing into downright fright.
And up in her room, as t h e
daylight came. Margery went to
the bath room and applied cold
water to her face, then back to
the typewriter for final squirt.
A stack of neatly typed pages
rested on a chair. Margery was
nearing the final pages of the last
chapter. For 80 minutes she ham,
mered away, read over the last
page, and with a sigh of relief and
pride, typed: THE END.
She added this to the pile after
reading for corrections, placed the
manuscript carefully on tn e
dresser beside her discarded wig
and spectacles, got a drink of
water and, too utterly weary to
disrobe, lay on the top of the bed
and was asleep at once.
Up in San Francisco the first
morning editions of the newspa-
pers were coming out, and the
feature story was about missing
San Francisco beauty, Miss Susie
Rogers, who was mysteriously
missing from Monterey. Foul
play was feared-the usual play
up" for that sort of news story.
At this time Freddy was making
Manager OSborne's office his
headquarters. All sorts of tele-
phone calls were coming in, some
from peope who thought they had
seen the missing blonde, and some
from cranks, and near-crankS.
People from Los Angeles, Sacra-
mento, San Diego, Alturas. San
Louis Obispo, and many other
points, telephoned in to announce
that they had positively seen the
missing Miss Rogers.
One clairvoyant tried to con-
vince Freddy that the missing girl
was on a steamer bound for Homo
lulu. Someone wanted to sign the
missing girl for a movie contract
if she was located.
All of this helped to make
Freddy Matthews more of wreck
than ever.
Meanwhile, the real Susie Rogers,
Margery'S roommate. was peace
fully sleeping in their San Fran
cisco apartment. only to finally be
awakened by steady ringing of
her apartment door bell. When
she was finally aroused, sh e
wrapped kimona about her and
hurried out. confident, that it was
Margery, who had grabbed a mid.
night bus to come home.
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