The Nome nugget., 1938-05-27
A PRACTICAL HOAXSTER
 8 By THAYER WALDO
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EXPANDING just inside the en-
 trance of Hotel Christie v plaZa's palaca dn Glacn-Gnr-


 It was, he saw, a gala occasion- this opening of Hollywoods most novel play spot.
 There, enclosed by ring of sup per tables, countless couples in sports costumes skinned over a gleaming floor of ice, while Hitting music came from an orchestra at one end. ( at last focused on a girl in scarlet sweater and skirt. Rather, 1t was her partner he studied, for the girl was famil- far enough. Myra Drexel, indeed, ranked as one of Zenith's most promising young actresses, and Garrison for some time had felt keen professional interest in helping her to reach stardom.
 The man with her was tall and gracefully slendL though some what past youth.
 There was about his bearing an almost intangible touch of dis tinction.
 Seeing the captain of walters, Garrison called him over and asked: : "Alphonse just who is that chap skating with Miss Drexel?"
 "Oh, that" Alphonse replied, lis the Baron Segfried von Fleumann. He arrived from Munich today, I believe"
 The pubaeity 9an's eyes mar rowed.
 'I see; thanks. By the why, which is Miss Drexel's table?'
 The man pointed 1t out.
 Garrison glimpsed tow-headed figure in one of the two chairs, and smiled.
 So Steve Crandall was second fid- ding again!
 That, he knew, wouldn't suit the lads jealous temper, nor would the plan Garrison now had. How ever, that was just too bad.
 He stroled over, clapped the blond mans shoulder, and said amiably:
 Hi, fella0how gees it?"
 The others response was a mere grunt.
 Garrison grinned and sat down. Sure" he conceded, ''I can i'm agine you're burned, but this'll have to be business before pleasure"
 The youngster stared at him coldly.
 Meaning exactly whatf"
 "Well, arex you aware who that bird hoofing Myra around happens to be?"
 "No," Steve growled, "and I don't give ting g-diddle-dee. The big gigolow
 "Listen, you egg: snap out of it and look at this thing seriously. That man is genuine baron from Germany, no less. Now, everyone rere must know A including the newspaper crowd. Think of the write-ups they'll do if Myra and the Baron are together all evening and he takes her home" !"
 Steve's scowl was venomous thing.
 Look here, Louis," he began, keeping his teeth together;. "Pm not going to fall in with any of your cockeyd schapes, so-"
 "Wait minute, son." Garrison cut in easily; flowing Myra, you want her to have career, don't you? We'll, no one in this town ever reached the top without plen- ty of buildSnp in pznt, and here's your chance to help the girl get some. With her talent, that's all she needs now. How about it?"
 For an instant the boy did not reply.
 Then he looked at Garrison and asked: What do you want me to do?"
 Duck out of here. Then when the Baron brings her back, he'll either have to stay at this table or ask her to5his. I'll take care of the rest"
 Steve showed bleak, one-sided smile and stood up.
 "All right" he said tersely; "Pll play 1t your way. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
 As he st4sked &say, the music came to an end.
 Hurriedly Garrison rose and went in the opposite direction.
 Twenty yards away he took q va cant chair and waited.
 Couples were gliding off the rink now; in a moment he discerned Myra Drexel and <he Baron ap- preaching.
 Reaching her table, they paused and the girl glanced around per plexedly.
 Then, with an apOlogetic little shrug, she said something to the man.
 He bowed smilingly and pulled out her chair. Myra accepted 1t, ..l Dorop Cioufriod un, L,1a,,,oo,