The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-07

dearly, that she was in trouble and that he must be free to pro-
 tect her with his name. Pats
 calmly accepted the announce
 ment. acknowledged his sincere
 thanks for her many kindnesses
 and the convenient marriage of Don Monterey and his unattrac-
 tive secretary was, within a few
 hours, to be ended.
 Pats took a walk in the park JO think things over. She walked slow
 ly, trying to outline the story she must tell Don. AS proof of her astounding news she would pro- duce the wig and glasses. Step by step she rehearsed her lines. All the time a little dread tugged in the back of her mind. Could she con- vince Don of her love? And might not his love turn to weary indiffer- ence with the realization that he had been duped? In a state of con- flicting emotions she went back to the hotel. In the lobby, the man. ager asked if he might see her pri- vately for few moments.
 His grievance was Rosie. He apologetically explained that her account was getting out of hand. He had spoken to her repeatedly and she had definitely given him the impression that she was MT. Monteray's guest. Quite obviously the manager believed that Rosie had been putting something over" on Don Monteray's wife, also that he felt certain of getting the bill paid by appealing to Mrs. Monterey. Naturally she would allow no breath of scandal to touch her famous husband.
 Pats explained that MT. Monte- ray was in no way responsible for Miss Akers, but signifled her will- ingness to settle the account pro- viding Rosie spent not another night in the hotel The manager agreed and Pats opened her check book. The amount was rather staggering but she wrote the check. To be rid of Rosie was cheap at any price.
 Thank you for bringing this to my attention" she said. Men in MT. Monteray's position are-what shall I say-victimized?"
 Going up to the suite, Pats learned from Sims that Don was lunching with his lawyer and that he might not return for dinner. She dismissed the secretary for the day and warned Sims that no one was to be admitted. If she knew Rosie, the fur would soon be fly ing and it should not be flung at Dons head or hers. On the mor- row they would face Rosie to- gether.
 She fell to dreaming of Don. His production manager had been pleading for his return to Holly wood. Perhaps they would go at once. It would obviate many ex- to the outside world. Safe in California, no one would marvel that Mrs. Monterey had changed like a chameleon over night.
 At 3:3O Pats, leaving the hotel, was a witness to Rosies eviction. Her bags were carried out and arranged neatly on the sidewalk and Rosie, scarlet-cheeked and raging, flounced out after them. Pats was near enough to touch her, But Rosie showed not the slightest sign of recognition. No one could have possibly associated the slinly elegant Pats with the dowdy Mrs. Monterey. But a hard-eyed man, lounging near the entrance, became suddenly active. As Pats stepped into cab he sig naled another, gave curt order to the driver, and leaned forward, his eyes never losing sight of the taxi in which Pats rode. When she alighted on Fifth avenue he was close behind.
 He stood near her in flower shop and looked with aparent in- difference into her gaping purse while the attendant pinned an orchid on the soft fur at Pats throat. What he saw in the purse was a brown wig and tinted spec tacles. A satisfied gleam lighted his cold, observant eyes. These items were to be the convincing proof for Don.
 Pats walked along the avenue. It was when she had almost reached the Coronet that she sud- denly realized she was being fol- lowed. Unconsciously she had been aware of the shadow in the flower shop, had several times caught the same reflection in the shop windows. She hastened her steps. Soon she would be safe with Don. It was alarming, even in broad daylight, to be followed this way. About to enter the tea