The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-08-16
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 She must, however, look for cheaper quarters. She found a room on Q side street. and having already committed herself as Grace Nevin," she registered un- der that name, and hurried back to the Crestview to retrieve her belongings, and see if Cousin Emma had not sent some message
 But there was no message Christine went upstairs, puzzled and uneasy. She told herself that 1t was this uneasiness which ac- counted for her strange feeling that something was amiss in her room.
 She had unpacked very little the night before. Getting ready to move should not take long |. i Nevertheless, she sat down, frown between her brows.
 The maid had finished her work here before she had returned from breakfast. There was no reason why anyone should have entered the room afterwards Nor why the bags should have been dis- turbed on their rack Yet they had been.
 When Christine made an inven- tory of her few possessions, they were all in their places; yet her uneasiness persisted.
 Descending in the crowded ele- vator, she was startled out of her preoccupation by murmured con- versation behind her:
 Tt couldn't have happened if Emma Talbert had been there.' D "She's been fighting this merger tooth and nail - and she owned enough shares to lick 1t single-handed. Why in Gods name do you suppose she didn't come?"
 The murmurs added unreason- ably to Christine's uneasiness. Even if Cousin Emma did not take her responsibility as hostess in a life and death way, 1t was out of character for her to play truant when money was concerned.
 Once established in her new lodgings, Christine's restlessness made the indoors uncomfortable. Going down to the street, she turned without conscious volition toward the brilliant lights of the Boardwalk, climbed the stairway that led from the street, and came out near the Twentieth Century Pier. The blare of 8 band and the shrieks of the crowd told her the shows must be in full swing. A little forlornly she stepped down into her own booth, next door, to listen to the band.
 The booth was in almost total darkness; but gleam of white caught Christine's attention. It proved to me @ sheet of paper fastened to her easel Carrying 1t to the lighted Boardwalk, she read:
 If you are worried-if you are unhappy-consult Chandra. Free public readings at the Temple of Truth every evening at TO-"
 Christine crossed the Boardwalk and sauntered along. A doorman, resplendent as rear admiral, stood in front of the hotel just opposite her booth.
 Then came c shooting gallery = so poorly patronized that the pro- prietor had leisure to follow Christine with an appraising stare. Afterwards: the window of the Paris Smart Shop, featuring one jade green hat and a cluster of violets; a small, glass enclosed stage on which tiny mechanized mannequins displayed the fabrics of a manufacturer of synthetic cloth; a cosmetician's exhibit, in Chinese red and silver jars; bowling alley; an auction room; an oculist's window, with a gro. tesquely animated replica of pair of human eyes. At last she came to an entrance that looked like the facade of an Oriental temple.
 Over this concession Christine read the words, "Temple of Truth"
 (To Be Continued)