Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-01-09

your" AS he stood there by her side
waiting for the answer that didn't come,
Christopher felt strange; there was
something wrong, he could sense 1t. Eve
said, evenly, "She must have taken
Peter for a walk before lunch. Don't
worry, they'll be back at any moment" "
And Christopher knew she didn't be-
lieve what she was saying, any more
than he did.
He said, a little huskily. think I'll
walk along and meet them. Where do
they go as a rule, do you know?" Be-
cause by this time he had realized that
it was the slim little tawny-haired girl
he had held in his arms an hour be-
fore, who looked after his son to
whom he must be grateful.
Eve said, II don't know. I've heard
them talking about Peter Pans statue;
that's in Kensington Gardens, isn't 1t?
Maybe they go there" She saw the
firm, strong line Of his chin and her
dark eyes met his . frightened.
Christopher ran down the stairs TO
the street door. There was fat po-
nceman standing by his car.
Christopher said, breathlessly, have
you seen a young lady and small boy,
officer?"
The policeman bit back the face
tious remark that he'd seen some few
millions of young ladies and small boys,
because it struck him somehow that
you didn't make facetious remarks to
this kind Of young man, not when there
was CLINT Of blue murder In his
eyes, So he said instead, Miss jamie
and young Peter, would you be mean
ing, sir? They came out about half an
hour ago, sir; in a great hurry they
was, too, didn't even stop to ask about
me wifes Indigestion today
Christopher cut him short. which
way did they go, do you remember?
The policeman pushed his helmet
forward over his eyes. "Kensington
Gardens way" he said, pointing with
q thumb. "Often go that way, they do"
Christopher swept into his car like
a young tornado, slipped her into gear,
and nosed his way exertly through the
Knightsbridge traffic; Eve watching
from the window appraised the long
lines of the car silently. She bit her
hp-just like jamie, she thought, to go
and do something crazy like that; she
find her easily and not grasp the rea-
son why jamie had gone, otherwise 1t
looked as If she might have to 60 on
earning her own living.
AS he drove along, Christopher start |
ed TO think started to work things |
out; he remembered words and phrases
. He's dead What's happened |
to Peter 2" Little lines furrowed |
their way across the bridge Of his |
nose; obviously the girl in the faded |
blue eyes-Janie, the policeman had |
called her-adored Peter; and yet the
people at the orphanage had told him
quite definitely that Miss Eve Morti-
mer had adopted his son; they had
said what splendid chance 1t was Tor
him famous story writer
rich, clever Christopher couldn't
see daylight.
jamie and Peter were stil sitting IN
front Of Peter Pans statue as Christie
pher. having parked his car, turned
the corner with a long, Looping stride.
He broke into q run when he saw them
and he had a blurred impression OF
terror-fiIled blue eyes and a. sman
scurTy Of feet, two little and kid-clau,
two tiny and sturdy and showing
clean pair Of heels He spurted lor-
ward and caught at JAMES arm.
Hi" he said, mot so fast. What are
you trying TO do-kidnap Peter?'
jamie turned round on him, her eyes
like blue flames. her pale cheeks PINK
flushed. you shant have him" Sls