The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-10-06
BY NARD JONES

sound easy. Simply because sh'
hasn't been his wife long enough
to be mixed up in whatever 1t wa:
that brought Lud Dombey to III:
! last time tonight. But we've go,
Ito find her, that's certain. ne n,
opened the door into the nail
And we've got to get out OF
here. Grab your hat.
Why"
It'll be better to be scarce
than to try TO explain to Mike
Dunphy why she isn't here. AND
ne wouldn't quite be able to flg'
ure out what I'm doing up mere
either Is there a back way out
of this place."
Anne nodded. She had wrapped
an ulster around the dress she q
worn as maid of honor. On her
head was a smart brown felt. Her
silver slippers and the gown drop
ping beneath the sport coat were
an incongruity, but she gave no
thought TO that now. 1--WE can get
out this way" she told TAFT. huf-
rying down the hall.
Ii was not moment too soon:
Somewhere below them doomed
Mike Dumphy's believing query,
Where wound be the apartment
belonging to Miss Myrna Rog-
ers?" TAFT could not hold back a
smile. 1t was like Mike to disturb
the landlady and assert his au-
thority rather than quietly exam
he the names on the lobby board.
But right now TAFT was glad for
L fficer Dunphy's idioSyncr;lsieS.
"uct your thinking cap on,
TAFT told Anne when they had
gained the street. "I'm going to
rent Il car--taxi drivers can talk
in court, and we might find later
on that we'd rather not have this
little jaunt on record. He took
Anne by the arm, hurried her
along. 81 know a car rental place
a few blocks from here. And
while we're walking, try to figure
out where we might have a look
for Myrna."
Anne stopped momentarily,
made a quick, excited gesture.
Its Just a chance"
whats just a chance?"
"The cottage. Or the shack
as Myrna called it. Her father
left it to her. It's the only thing
he did leave, because he was a
happy-go-lucky sort-but Myrna
loves the place, and was always
trying to save enough to have 1t
fixed up"
Where is it," :
"Out near Belleville, in the
country. It's at least a three-hour
drive"
But what makes you think
she'd go there?"
"She and | spent a weekend
there one summer. l remember
now that she said that if she ever
got into trouble-lost her job, or
anything like that-she'd 20 out
there and think it over. She was
half-joking. Of course"
TAFT quickened his pace. It's a
good bunch, just the same. Re-
marks like that come back to a
person when they're in jam.
Well go there. But isn't there
some spot in town she might hit?
Another friend or a cocktail
barr"
81 don't think Myrna would
take her troubles to anyone but
me-" Anne said staunchfy. "And
she never went to cocktail bars
alone. | don't think she'd do it
now" -. ..-.. 80
"Okay. Then we'll try the place
in the country. At least the drive
will do US good" -
In a few moments they were
wheeling along in a rented coupe,
bound toward Belleville. The traf-
fic was light at that hour, and
Tait's headlights pierced quickly
through the city. He and Anne
were silent until they were on the
north highway. Then TAFT reached
into his pocket and brought out
Myrna's handbag.
"Ever see that before?"
"Of course. It's Myrna's. She
had it tonight"
TAFT nodded. "There was a gun
in it, too. Did you know that?"
Ito be continued)