The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1939-08-24

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bury's cigar bobbed up and down
like a light on rough water. ''T'n
knock your party into q cooked
hat" Mr.. Adams had not the
slightest intention of dispensing
the gathering but, at this point, he
thought it strengthened his posi-
ton to ayow such. Entering my
house, tearing up my living-roorn,
playing my radio. I ought to have
the law on you. Dammit, ! will
have the law on you. :. OUGHT"
Something had pinched his arm.
Mr.. Adams went half a foot into
the air, came down and wheeled as
he landed. Miss Dorothy South
stood at his elbow, q glass in her
hand.
Let the engine idle a while,
Pops" she said, "and drink this.
tn put wave in your hair"
Hap roared Richard Grafton
bury. "You pinched me-"
You're lucky didn't make you
stand in the corner" said Miss
South. Kicking up such a fuss in
the middle of a swell party. Here!"
She thrust the glass at him.
Richard Craftonbury drained it at
a gulp.
That's good liquor" he an
nounced, wiping his mouth.
1T ought to be, Pops" said Miss
South. Its yours"
This called 10 Richard Grafton
bury's mind another item which
he had omitted to mention while
addressing his nephew. He swune
around to the spot where he hat
left Tacks.
You Old Grizzly Bear
COR he shouted furiously
- Drinking my liquor -" H
broke off suddenly. Here, what.
this? Where is the young jacka
But Tacks had converted thu
aftermath of Miss South's pinch
Taking Packy with him, he had
departed to a far corner of tn
room.
Nov, Pops" said Miss Sout!
you let that nice grandson
yours alone"
Richard Craftonbury swell2
like puff adder in wrath.
Grandson" he beloved. "EIe'.
my nephew. Who do you think
am, Methusaleh?"
"Oh, skip it, Pops!" said Mi
South. i was only kidding. Homes
you don't even look old enougl
to have a nephew" She tucked
her arm through his. Come o,
now! Show me over this castle o
yours. You've probably got secrc
stairways and live ghosts never.
thing"
Nothing she could have suc
gested would have been better cal
culated to mo1lify Richard Craft.
onbury. He loved exhibiting til.
sumptuousness of Saltair Acres.
"All right" he said. Lets leav;
these caterWauling idiots"
They crossed the room and en-
tered the library.
This is the library" Richart
Craftonbury announced.
I'll remember" said Miss South
II won't speak above a whisper
Five thousand volumes here.
pursued Richard Craftonbury
waving his hand.
We'll, Pops, that's a lot Of vol
umes. A little light reading for tn
cold winter nights, eh?"
Mr.. Adams propelled hs
through the library into a smalls
room.
This" he said els what I u
for a den."
Why, you old grizzly bear. you,
said Miss South.
Then, suddenly, she started
This was the room she had de-
scribed to the Chiseler and Apo
Coletti. And even now the Ape wa
lurking beneath the porch upoi
which 1t opened, nursing his black
jack. As this thought crossed he
mind Richard Craftonbury begs,
steering her toward the Frenc
doors.
I'll show you around outsic.
first" he decreed.
No" she said quickly. lie;
not go out this way
Richard Craftonbury regard
her.
Why not?" he wanted to kno,
Tits bad luck going out
side doors"
Rubbish" His grip frightened c
her arm.
Still Miss South protested.
The grass is wet" she said. 'I'l.
ruin my slippers"
With his free hand Richard
Craftonbury swung open the
French doors.
/. Nonsense" he said. Dry as 9
Done out"
You can't buck an oil tycoon
and get anywhere and Miss South
should have known 1t. Inexorably,
Mr.. Adams drew her out on the
porch.
Now from here" he explained.
YOU can get an unobstructed view
of the Sound"
Miss South shivered.
It's cold she said.
Cold? Ridiculous. It's stifiins
tonight. What you need is q good,
brisk walk" He started down the
teps, dragging Miss South with
I'm.
She made a last futile protest.
B-but III don't want to 90
wn there" she insisted, her voice
ing to the proportions Of q low
>am.
The blood Of Mr.. Adams, how
=, was up. He was bent upon
King down his estate and there
no stopping him.
Josh" he said. mo other SEN
way to &C" And he continued
descend. Miss South fiutterinR
Ter him like dag In the breeze.
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