Evening star., 1937-10-07
CHAPTER XVI.

Adaptation and ACKNOWLEDGEMENT
by Metro -Goldwyn- Mayer Corp, 1897.
Pleasantly tired and highly amused,
Charlie went back to the bridal suite.
There were two bed rooms adjoining
Its truly magnificent drawing room in
silver, black and crimson. The door
to one was open and in it were Char
lies suit cases. The door to the other
was closed. He looked at it for
moment He could almost tell by look
ing at it that 1t was locked, and he
WAS reasonably sure that the back of
chair was propped against it. If
Irene hadn't propped chair against
1t, he was willing to bet that she had
pushed the bureau in front of it.
He giggled.
Then he went into his own room,
undressed climbed into his bed and
TELL soundly asleep.
The most dramatic effect of Ke-
ough's activities by telephone as Op-
srative Number Seventeen did not take
place in the gaudy Prince James Hotel
on the shores of Lake George. True,
that telephone call had changed
Charles escapade with Irene from
IN unhappy inconvenience to a first
class lark. True also, it had injected
into the lives of night clerk and a
bellboy quality of mystery rare even
IN flamboyant resort hotel.
But those things were as nothing
compared to the emotional fireworks
which were discharged Immediately
after Keough's telephone call in the
disturbed residence of Margit Agnew
on the Long Island shore.
Margit hung up with what are con-
ventionally described as nerveless
fingers
She was a shattered woman.
Irene was gone.
Charlie was gone
Felice had gone out for lunch with
Waldo-and neither Felice nor Waldo
had returned or reported.
Keough was gone.
To sustain her menage there re-
manned only Mrs. Keough, Rene, her
maid; Angelo, the gardener, and Paul,
the chauffeur.
To sustain Margit in her own ver-
nacular, Mrs. Bly, had stuck around"
for the day. Mrs Bly, seemed in ex-
tremely high spirits for woman who
was involved in the utter collapse of
a nice girls private life. She was
having, in fact, what she called "a
mild hooker" of rye Margit came
back to the drawing room.
They've taken the bridal suite"
said Margit. She used the same tone
she would have employed to say,
They've just jumped from the Brook
lyn Bridge"
Mrs. BLY, was not impressed. II
Imagine Charlie usually takes the
bridal SUITE" she said thoughfully.
When people are extremely nerv-
Gus they often do, through habit.
little things that have lost signifi-
cance at the time. Thus Margit, al
though frantic, had dressed for din
ner She now paced back and forth
across the floor until she tripped on
her train. She sat down. you don't
seem to realize what's happening"
she said agonizingly.
Mrs. Bly's left eyebrow raised. Eyes.
realize everything with clarity. my
dear. Your sisters run of with
Charlie Jones-Waldo's of some
where with your secretary-and you're
OF your trolley"
Haven't every right to be?"
THAT wasn't your question. But
since you've asked it-sure."
What shall l do?"
Mrs. BLY, considered. There are
mnumerable formulae for the pre-
dicament. You have tried weeping,
but that didn't do much good. You
might experiment with Mysteries
though you're not the hysterical type
About 80 per cent Of the average peo-
pie under such circumstances would
get cockeyed-"
To her amazement Margit heard
herself answer not with despair. but
with indignation. eff there was ever
q time when I did feel like-getting
cockeyed-!"
Mrs. BLY, averted her face slightly |
and winked at herself in the mirror.
you should fight fire with fire." she
suggested thoughtfully Hire YOUR |
sell a plane, for example, and run off |
with young man of your own. OF
course, I know that you haven't any
prospects-but I could dig you up
half dozen in half an hour"
Margit stood up again. This Is
Serious"
And howl"
She began to walk around the room
again If I really did what I feel
IKE doing, 1 wouldn't charter a plane
70 spite myself-I'd charter a plane
And go up there to the Prince James