The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-03

lcI III HIS dEtAlo.
 He covered her mouth with kisses. He was no longer civil ized. By God, I'll always keep you under heel"
 She could feel his hot lips on her throat, the beating of his heart against her heart and be conscious that his breath with it's heady fragrance of Scotch whiskey and Havana cigars, was mingling with her breath.
 Slowly she relaxed in his arms, her pulses throbbing. Behind her, Bill Condon watched from the door way, vanishing as she spoke.
 "You do love me-" she said, like a little bird paralyzed by the fas- cination of snake.
 He pushed her away. I've never loved any woman. A fel- lows a fool if he let's himself fall for one. See what an idiot Bur- den made of himself tonight. Girls have their uses. But you gotta keet them in their place."
 She was in frenzy now. What do you want to do, drop me?" she cried. Get away from mel" she beat him helplessly with her little fists, before I kick you"
 He reached for a cigaret. "You can't get away from me and you know it." His face was twisted and savage. By this time you'd better savvy this too myf riend- ship comes high"
 Her face whitened. "What do you mean?"
 "Well, your Dad has money and you have money" His voice took on soft, purring quality "I'd like to open up little casino at Palm Beach this winter"
 She began to cry, then wiped her eyes to stare at him with sudden horror. And if we don't help you?"
 His voice grew hard and cold again. There are always win dows to jump from"
 "Or rivers to jump in," she finished quietly.
 Meanwhile" he said, drawing her close to him again, "there is the present. You've had your warming and you'd better take it. I guess you know what to expect" :"
 T hate you," she screamed, snatching herself away from him. And I have more courage than Janice French!"
 With that, she ran madly down the hall to the bedroom. Reach ing swiftly back, Martin pressed button on the side wall. There was the sudden sound of door closing.
 On tn street below a blue coupe came to 8 abrupt stop in front of the Martin apartment building.
 Parking long, sir?" inquired the doorman, tipping his cap as Jack lurched out.
 "No. Keep it :here. I'll be right back
 "Cock-eyed, If you ask me" said the doorman later to the po- nceman on the beat.
 The doorman, his huge figure, gaudily decked out in maroon and gold braid, paced dourly back and forth in front of the elebaroate entrance. His back was turned as Mary tumbled into the building. An elevator boy looked at her in- quiringly.
 MT. Martins apartment" she said excitedly.
 The boy followed her into the car, shut the door but did not press the lever button.
 You expected?"
 Haunted by Jacks white face, she brazened the situation out.
 Certainly"
 The boy, still suspicious, started the elevator. Must be having another drunken party up there" he remarked as the car dwadled upward.
 I'm friend of MT. Martini she explained haughtily. And he's expecting me. Perhaps I'd better tell him that you like to ask questions"
 She saw by his frightened eyes that he was convinced.
 Sorry being curious, ma'am. Forty yj1ve-O-one - first to your right"
 The door of 4501 was ajar. Mary listened. The only sound was the ! of the wind. She pushed the ! door open wider, her head bent for ward to catch warning noises. Still l the silence.
 Slowly, cautiously, she tip-toed ! in. Her impulse was to run. She imagined she heard a quiet step | beyond that turn. Her breath | came in gasps. She paused. No sound. Just the wind rattling l some window. The hall was dark ] but a bright light, cast a reflected | glow from the living room. Ex- erting every bit of will power she | had, Mary moved deliberately | down the hall to the living room.
 With sharp cry she stopped | suddenly. There. in the middle of | the great living room floor, sprawled the body of Duke Martin. She knelt beside him. He was ly- ing face downwards. A small cir cle of blood stained the thick l