The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-27

What about my word to Ronald and Wilfrid?"
 'I'ye planned for that" said Roy. "As I get the arrangement, that only holds good if teh match is played on Saturday morning"
 That's right. But what's to prevent it from being played"
 'That,O said Roy, lis what we've got to figure out"
 eve? You don't expect me to help you, do you?"
 He grinned at her, his gray eyes humorous. Sort of thought you might. After all, you practically ad- mitted yesterday that you haven't exactly fallen for either Ronald or Wilfrid."
 "Well, neither have :. ." She checked herself and stood looking at the ground.
 Good Lord" exclaimed Roy. "You don't think I was conceited enough to think that, hope. It's only that-well, I ought to have a fair chance. I oughtn't to be ex- pected to buck a closed corpora tion."
 But how do you think you can stop the match? You can't kidnap Ron and Wilfrid."
 "No. That's out. I've got to con- slider other ways and means"
 Well" Barbara began moving away, "go to it."
 Roy's heart gave a bound. Does that mean
 She was definitely walking in the direction of the house now. Over her shoulder she threw him bright glance. "It might mean anything. It might mean nothing. Take it or leave it." And with a laugh that Roy, in 8 poetic mood, would have described as silvery, she ran away across the lawn.
 
 The round face of MT. Wilfrid Peyton wore a sober and Studious look. It was a face, magenta col ored now from exertion, face pos sessed of two brown cowlike eyes. Ever and anon as he stood on the Canning lawn woffling golf shots with machine-like regularity, his white teeth bit painfully into his lower lip and grim determination brooded about the corners of his mouth. MT. Wilfrid Peyton was out for blood and his was nature com posed of stern stuff. Absorbed in his work, it was some minutes be- fore he noticed an unfamiliar young gentleman who stood under a hya- cinth bush with an expression Of sardonic amusement on his face.
 Wilfrid liked not that express sion. He had shadowy idea that he was the cause of it. And even less did he like this presence ob- serving him. It was not conducive to concentration. Wherefore, he ceased his mayhem upon the Gan ming lawn and spoke.
 "Hey!" he said. What are you staring at?"
 The alien young gentleman shifted his feet. Me? Oh, nothing much"
 "Well then" said wilfrid, in mandatory tone, Ego and do it somewhere else, I'm busy"
 "So I see," said the young man, without moving. You're building tennis court, aren't you?"
 Tennis court? What are you trying to do, be funny?"
 Not at all. You're taking up all the grass so I naturally thought you were trying to get at the soil beneath. And that suggests ten- his court, see? It's what you call a deduction. Sherlock Holmes used to make them."
 For folderol of this sort Wilfrid had little time. The fellow was a wise-cracker of some kind. and under ordinary circumstances he would have replied devastatingly. But serious business lay ahead and he could not be disturbed. He therefore addressed another ball and waggled his club.
 "Scram," he advised briefly, and swung.
 The ball, barely topped, bounced few yards and lay beneath dandelion, looking up at Wilfrid like an accusing white eye.
 Well played said Roy en- couragingly.
 Wilfrid turned on him in a fury. Maybe you could do better"
 I could said Roy. Lend me that club"
 Wilfrid's wrath rose higher.
 "I'll bet you five dollars" he shouted, red in the face, that you don't hit it first time."
 I'm taking that" said Roy. hefting the club.
 There was sharp neat click. The ball rose majestically and scared away in the direction of the swimming pool. Wilfrid watched it, fascinated. In all his hours of frantic practice he had not achieved a shot like this. His jaw dropped.
 Hey" he demanded, "who the devil are you, Henry Picard?" Roy handed hih back the club.