The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-04-25
opyrisht, 1888, NEA Service, Inc.

Gus Mr.. Gregory, his face white
and drawn, his mouth a thin, hor-
rible line of hatred and despera-
ton. Behind the thick glasses his
ewes were two pin-points of cold
steel, and as he looked over and
saw them standing there, he Of
fered no sign of recognition.
81 wonder what it's all about, "
Dick mumbled curiously. That's
a Kingston policeman with him. "
And the other man must be
from New York" joyce pointed
ont with unconscious clarity. "He's
the only one around wearing a
dark business suit. But he hasn't
been on the boat.
! They watched as the three men
hurried toward the street and
stepped into a waiting car; they
noticed that the strangers pushed
Mr.. Gregory in before them, un-
0 tremendously.
j Dick shrugged. Looks as if he
got himself into a JAM" he de-
cided without much concern.
He'd better talk himself out of
I it quickly or he'll miss the boat. "
Then for the time being they
forgot Mr.. Gregory, as they strug-
gled up the gangplank with their
clumsy assortment of Jamaican
merchandise.
1t was not until they were at
dinner that evening, two hours
after they had left Kingston, that
! they thought of him again. Then
it was to wonder why ne was not
at dinner.
| Isobel smiled mysteriously.
Hes probably worn out from
our day ashore" she said proudly,
ave had the most marvellous time
lust before we came on board we
stopped at the Myrtle Bank for
cocktails, and someone suggested
an Iron Heel to Hilary. :"
So it's Hilary, Joyce thought.
l knew Isobel and he would be
congenial.
"Of course he hadn't the slight
est idea what it was" lsobel ran
on, brightly. But he's such
good SPORT He had two of them.
| wonder what effect they're hav-
ing"
: She laughed in gay abandon
ment.
/ Something's wrong with me,
Joyce told herself. If Mr.. Greg
DRY is a good sport, then | don't
know my onions. | wonder if they
were running him to a hospital;
The Iron Heels might have kick
ed back.
| Mrs. Porter shook her head re-
provingly. 81 think it's very fool
ish, Isobel, to try these strange
drinks. q. :"
She lacked her usual. spirit this
evening; it was plain that she did
not approve Isobel's plan of bury
ing her romance with Dick in a
quick new affair with Mr.. Greg
DRY. Or perhaps she was not
ready to admit defeat. She turn
ed to Dick now, and asked him
with forced brightness: Ibid you
have an enjoyable day, Richard?"
"Perfect!w he replied, and pro-
ceeded to outline the highlights
of the trip to Port Antonio.
Isobel's lip curled with a new
show Of disdain. 1--WE were going
to Port Antonio," she boosted,
"but everybody said there's moth
ing to see out there since the
termites ate the Titchtield Hotel.
We went to the gold club-it's
very exclusive, you know-but
Hilary had friends. =" She
smiled airily. "Ie's such an un-
assuming person, don't you think?
But he comes from a splendid
family. And he's been in the
banking business for years
knows every detail of it, inside
and out. :"
At the moment Joyce felt a
little sorry for her. If she was
talking this way to stir up some
show of jealousy on Dicks part,
her tactics were very crude and
very obvious. Particularly since
she had made no previous pretense
of affection for Mr.. Gregory.
'Dr. Gray seems to be late for
dinner, too,' she remarked, en-
deavoring to change the conyer-
sation.
Perhaps he's out TN deck look
ing for the sunken city by moon
light" Dicked laughed. 1.-The old
sailors might have seen the reflec-
ton of electric street lights thru
the water. You've heard the old
legend, Mrs. Porter?"
about the earthquake? Of
course. It's no legend, however.
The earthquake is an actual fact
of history"
"Have you ever seen the sunken
city," Joyce asked hopefully.
! "No. ! think that might be