The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-01-05

anyone is coming from the city"
 Here's hoping" Bob replied with Q shrug. "A few more days up here and won't have job left,
 "Id rather not have any job than one I can't let loose of, up here on this mesa," Betty told him soberly. That attack of mysteries which Tante Josephine staged just now was the real thing, though I can't imagine what could have upset her 50 terribly. I can't be- lieve 1t was really the smell of smoke. Something else must have happened while I was out of the room. She's weak and worn out from her fright or rage"
 I'm not 50 sure 1t wasn't what she smelled," remarked Ramon, joining them in time to hear what Betty had said about the old lady. Tt probably had the odor of burn ing evergreens, and that suggested what happened the night of the Christmas party"
 T can't imagine Tante Jose phine letting suggestions bother her much" Bob said, shaking his head.
 Tt depends how much one knows about what caused the sug- gestion." Ramon's smile was sym ical.
 Are you suggesting that Tante Josephin knows more than the others about the murder?" asked Betty incredulously.
 Professor Shaw, coming quietly into the room just then, paused to hear the reply, his keen eyes watching the group of young people. Something in the concen- tration of his gaze made Ramon turn. Immediately tn conversa- ton veered from the haunting hor- TOT of the murder and to arch eology.
 Meanwhile, in the billiard room, the game had ended and Angelique was listening, wide-eyed, to Pearl Pierrc's description of a blooded saddle horse he was thinking of buying.
 You ride about the mesa and down on the plains a lot, I sup pose she said, resting her arm gracefully on the edge of the table so that he might see the full beauty of it's rounded softness. T love to ride, too. My father was Spanish, you know, 50 we always had great many horses. It's awfully romantic living up here the way you do in this old ha- cienda," she went on. Don't you find 1t SOP"
 Not exactly" he answered slowly. We have to live here It's our home, of course, but our family isn't exactly romantic and we seldom have outside guests.'
 And that's such q great pity" She smiled at him with her lips and eyes and laid small white hand on his knee. Because you see, you're 50 awfully nice to people when they do come"
 DO you think SOP" He asked the question almost wistfully, then shrugged.
 You don't appreciate yourself, Pearl Pierre" she told him gaily. You live up here 50 much alone, you actually think yourself into being dull and lonely"
 T shouldn't be 50 If we had more guests like you" he an- swered, and for a minute the girl had the grace to feel sorry for this morose man with his thin- lipped. melancholy face.
 Well, you've got me now" she countered, then quickly changed the subject And the professor was telling me there really is an old pueblo underneath this very house."
 "The professor is cracked about such things" answered Pearl Pierre contemptuously. T rather think he led your imagination astray when he pictured any such fantastic arrangement. The facts are that my ancestor, who built this house, used for the foundation the remains of an old pueblo. We have our cellar fioored over with cement just as other people do and you'd find 1t filled with the usual assortment of barrels and boxes of provisions, like other cellars. Perhaps we have a few more, that is all, but when we're held up here on the mesa by storms, as we are now, we have to be sure there B enough to eat"
 You refuse to be romantic then, even about your fascinating house." Angeliuue ilmped to her