The Wilmington morning star., 1940-04-02
P TWENTY-FIVE

a dressing room at the club where
he sang. He was just ready to go
on when Myra appeared.
She was h%ysterical with fear
when he opened the door.
"Myra!" he exclaimed, alarmed.
"What's happened?"
She threw herself into his arms
and began to sob wildly.
"MyraI' He shook her gently.
pull yourself together. You
mustn't do that here. What's
wrong?"
"I-I've-' She broke into fresh
sobs, unable to tell Terry that she
thought she had killed Brent Mel
son.
Terry said a little impatiently:
"I've got to go on, Myra! Please
control yourself. There's a bottle
of Scotch on the dressing table. Take
a drink and pull yourself together.
Til be back when I'm through with
my act"
The orchestra was playing his
opening number when Terry rushed
away. Myra sat down, still sobblng,
and poured a drink of liquor. TAX
ing it straight, it burned her
throat, but she took a second. she
felt a little more courageous after
the whiskey began to work, but she
seemed unable to think clearly. Her
first impulse was to run away. On
second thought she doubted if that
would be the best thing to do.
When people committed murder,
they always seemed to get caught.
Maybe it would be better to stay
and face it. Perhaps no one would
ever know she had been to Brent's
apartment. There was no desk in
the lobby, and the elevator was
self-operating. If no n had seen
and recognized her yellow roadster
parked in front, there was a chance
she might get away with it.
Myra's sobs had subsidized when
Terry returned. He closed the door
hurriedly.
"Now''-he sat down and poured
a drink for himself-"tell me what's
up. Did you nit someone with the
carp"
Il Myra threatened fresh
sobs. Git was an ash tray"
Terry looked puzzled.
Are you tight?" he asked &C
cusingly.
Mono" Myra whimpered child
ishly. II think I've killed Brent
Nelson"
Terry jumped up:
"You-you've what? Are you
crazy?"
Myra struggled on:
Il hit Brent in the head with
an ash tray. He-he fell on the floor.
Oh, Terry-I didn't mean to do it!
[ lost my temper"
She began to whimper again.
Terry shook her by the arms.
stop yammering and talk sense!
How do you know you killed him?
Did-you wait to find out?"
Mo" Myra trembled at the an
cry looking Terry towering over
her. st was so scared I ran"
Terry looked disguised.
"You ran away! And left him ly
ing there? Well, you little fool, you
probably just knocked him out for
a spell. But it'd serve you right if
you had to go to jail"
"oh, Terry, please don't scold
me.w she begged. Twas so
scared. 1t - was terrible. He fell
over like-like he vas dead"
This is a fine mess Terry stood
with his hands in his pockets,
thoughtfully. We'll, there's only
one thing to do. You stay here. I'm
going to take your car and run over
to his apartment"
"Oh - you mustn't, Terry! The
police will arrest YOU"
80 what?'' snapped Terry. Hes
a fraternity brother Of mine. I can't
very well go to sleep before I find
out whether the guys lying in a
pool of blood, can II"
'Take me with you," sobhed Myra.
I'LL give myself up"
"You stay here" co nmsnded
Terry. You're in no cor ditch to
be seen by anybody. You COX like
the wrath of God"
Terry strobe out, banging the door.
After he had driven a few blocks
sons apartment. That would be
safer. If Myra really had killed
him, it would look pretty bad for
him if he walked in on the scene.
1t was the ringing Of the tele-
phone that reused Brent. He opened
his eyes dazedly, and looked
around. He couldn't remember what
had happened to him.
Finally he collected himself sui
ficiently to stagger up and reach for
the phone.
"Hello," he said, az in a daze.
"That you, Nelson?" Terry
O'Rourke asked cautiously. He had
no intention of revealing his iden.
ity.
Il think So" Brent said again.
DO you need a doctor?" said
Terry.
Brent began to collect his wits.
Say" he asked then, who is
this? Why do you want to know
how 1 feel?"
IT just want to make sure you're
all right"
What happened to me?" Brent
to know.
You met up with an ash tray"
Now that everything seemed to
be all right, Terry was relieved
enough to get back his sense of hui
NOR.