The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1939-08-01
CAST OF CHARACTERS

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Mother, and Billy ought to be fast
asleep. Father, when last seen,
was in the museum. But wouldn't
be surprised If he retired at any
minute"
Roy got up. Then. light of my
life, I must leave thee. The hour
has struck. I could do with last
kiss
He got it without a struggle.
Barbara rearranged her hair.
Suddenly her arms went around
him. "Oh, Roy"
"Oh, darlingw
I'm betting on you"
The chest of Royalton Augustus
Herring expanded. ITS in the
bag. Never felt so confident in
my life. Wonderful what couple
of kisses will do"
yes"
There's time for a couple more
NO, there isn't. Well, good
luck. Do you want me to do any
thing? ?"
Outside of leaving that window
open, your only function is to go
to bed and dream about me-
"That1l be a cinch. Good night,
darling"
She slid away, leaving Mr.. Her
ring walking along the downy
edge of a cloud. He lit a cigaret.
Gosh, it was hard to have to en-
gage in serious business after an
evening like this. And yet, it was
imperative. He waited a few min
utes in order to get all the way
back to earth. Then he crept
through certain window into the
house and passed upstairs like a
ghost.
Mr.. Wilfrid Peyton was sleep
ing the sleep of the just. He
groaned as Roy switched on the
light and shook him by the arm.
Cav" he murmured, rolling
over.
"I won't gaw," said Roy. Wake
up Something's happened"
ART" Wilfrid said, awakening.
what's happened ?"
SSH cautioned Roy. You
alive now, Wilfrid?"
I'm, Sure. oh, it's you, Her
ring
Listen" said Roy. Not a
sound. But I thought I'd better
warn you. 1t isn't safe for you
to sleep here, Wilfrid."
Wilfrid sat up. Not safe? What
are you talking about? ?"
IT heard in a roundabout way"
said Roy evenly, that your broth
err Ronald is planning some act OF
personal violence on you tonight.
Murder or something"
Murder or something? What
the devil do you mean?
Hes desperate" Roy said.
Evidently this match has preyed
on his mind. He's walking up and
down the lawn now, muttering to
/ himself"
Good Godw calculated Wilfrid.
"Well, I'll lock my door,"
Roy shook his head. He might
get in the window. You'll have
to sleep elsewhere, Wilfrid.'
But where ?"
1--WE thought it all out" Roy
said swiftly. There's only one
place. That's down in the mu-
scum"
What? With those skeletons ;"
Sure. They won't bite. They're
all dead"
Wilfrid considered. you think
that's the best plsn?"
I'm sure Of it. Can't tell
what'n happen when fellow goes
of his nut. But he'd never look
for you in the museum. I've made
all the preparations. Got a blan-
ket and a pillow downstairs.
wilfrid arose. well, if you
think it's best, Herring, it's okay
by me. That dirty louise is capable
of anything
Exactly. You can't be too care
full. Hsrk! What's that?"
A heavy tread sounded in the
hail.
That's him." exclaimed Wilfrid
| in a hosrse whisper. Hand me
that golf club, quick"
STEADY! That's only Mr.. Gam
ming going to his room. When
hes out of the way, wen sneak
down"
/ A few minutes later. with Roy's
electric torch lighting the way,
they stood in the abode Of the
skeletons. Above them the Cobb
dinosaur leered out of sightless
hollows where once had been eyes.
wilfrid shivered. "Nasty-looklng
brute, that"
Yes. He was a bad actor.
understand he was earnivorous.
Used TO chew flesh back in the
good old prehistoric days"
Hey" said Wilfrid. Lay off,
How the devil do you think I'm
going to Sleep"
Roy laughed. "Oh. he doesn't
care for steak any more. You'll
be okay. Take that corner by the
window. The blanket and stuff
are outside. I'll hand them in"
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