The Waterbury Democrat., 1938-04-22
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eral minutes, she realized; the parking place was crowded to- night.
 For a moment it seemed as ii the cool air might revive MT. OHara; he strengthened suddenly and made a sturdy attempt to stand on his own feet.
 "Whassa matter?" he demanded. "Whassa matter?"
 Mrs. Porter explained promptly. Your wife is very angry, MT. O'Hara. She has gone on ahead
 He blinked. My wife'sh gone? Omigawd :" He started down the steps, ahead of his supporters. Gotta hurryp he told them thickly. "She'sh gone alone Taxi! Takshi-i-i!"
 After they had piled him into the car, Mrs. Porter hesitated. T think I'd better go along with him."
 "Nonesense" Dick retorted has, tily. You can't go with him in that condition"
 I'll be all right" she assured him. "Ill sit in front with Adolph. He's my regular driver - aren't you, Adolph? Every time come
 The bright-eyed chauffeur smiled with pride and responsibility. I'll take the sonora back to the ship" he promised.
 Wait here just another mo- ment, will you, Richard? I'll get my wrap" She did not wait for his reply; she'd done her part and now she was through. She couldn't stay around and bungle explanations. It was up to Isobel now. By tomorrow they would be able to arrange proper story
 At the side entrance, Dick waited on the steps, still unde- cided. It wasn't right to let the woman go off alone like this with a drunk. But neither was it right to leave Joyce alone among for
 In the end, he placed his faith in Adolph and saw Mrs. Porter and her charge off in good rid dance. Then he went back to the roulette table.
 Joyce was not there. He walked all around the crowd. She was nowhere in sight. He glanced at his watch. Good lord, almost three o'clock. He had been gone more than half an hour. But Mrs. Porter had explained
 Hello. Tall, Dark and Frown- ing! Whats wrong?"
 Isobel slipped her arm through his and smiled up at him. Her eyes were unusually bright.
 T don't know what's become of Joyce," he said uneasily. T left her here a few minutes ago."
 Isobel pretended vague as tonishment. But she left. Didn't you know?"
 Of course I didn't I was out side with your mother, trying to sober up that fool of an OHara. You say she le1t?
 q saw her go.'
 But she wouldn't have gone back alone"
 Her eyes were two round saul cers. "She wasn't alone"
 Whom would she have gone with?"
 With MT. Gregory" She spoke as innocently as a child. T just looked up from the table, and there they were, going out to- gether."
 50 that's it." His voice was flat.
 There was something strangely unpredictive about Joyce, he re- minded himself. That first day in Bermuda, for example, when she refused to go ashore with him, and then spent the whole day with young Roberts.
 I've been deserted too Isobel said presently, with a pretty pout.
 You have" He turned his at tention to her. She was a sweet looking kid, and so childishly pa thetic at the moment. He smiled Who could desert such a pretty girl?"
 Who could desert such a hand some young man?'
 They laughed. Well, there's nothing we can do about it, is there?" he asked lightly. After all, if Joyce had deliberately gone off l with Gregory
 "Yes, there isl" she corrected gaily. We can go right into the bar and drown our sorrows in an- other Planters Punch!"
 Smart girl! That's precisely what we will do."
 Many hours later, when the sun