The Wilmington morning star., 1940-04-28

$1,000 IL Ill
Sherry Bond al crossing the
clubhouse lawn next afternoon
when she stopped abruptly, and for
no apparent reason. Yet something
Cmaybe it was a hunch) seemed tc
command:
Stop-Look-Listen!
She fumbled idly in her purse
came up with a pencil, as her rest
less eyes swept the crowds. She
snapped her purse shut, flipped oper
her program. The first race: Pep
per Boy number one on the rail-
her eyes lifted slightly-over the
programs top she saw a familiar
figure moving through the crowds
His back was turned-he was talk
ing with another man; they were
going toward the clubhouse. Yes, il
was he. Instinctively, she followed
them.
The two men stopped to tall
around the buildings side-she saw
their shadows on the ground. Agar
she lowered her head over the pro
gram, as if studying it intently
slowly she walked to the building.
corner. Stopped there. She heard:
... my boy, regarding Pepper
Boy I'd advise"
The girl Strengthened, crumplet
and dropped her program. Her fac,
flushed. He was at it again! Sh,
strobe around the corner, faced
massive man in gray bowler an,
tweeds, swinging a pair of hug
field gases flrom a leather strap
1t was Uncle Willie Bond. With lef
hand he was grasping the elbow o
a narrow and tall and respectable
man who looked as if he were play
ing hockey from a desk.
Sherry Bond caught Uncle Wi
lies eye. She had to admire tn
ailomb with which he met such ir
corruption. Showing no surprise a
her sudden appearance, he droppe
the strangers elbow, raised his ha
pulctiliCusly.
"Ah, my dear" he began, bu
she cut him short with a jerk 0
her head and a very firm, IF yol
don't mind!"
Certainly not, my dear, I'm com
ing" and to the stranger, "You'l
pardon me, old man, as for Peppe
Boy, let it stand status quo"
He was Selling her arm, leadin:
her swiftly away--so no one woul'
hear the calling down he expected
The nerve of him, Sherry pulle
free, backed off and frowned.
so you're touting, eh? Telling
stranger how to bet. I noticed vol
were anxious to leave the luncheon
table half an hour ago."
wait, Sherry" The mans mar
ner changed abruptly. She saw hin
stiffen-Why, he could be hard a
nails-that old man attitude wa
purely assumedAa mask he wore
Il was telling the blooming fool tina
Pepper Boys not UP to a hard rae
to keep his money in his pocket.
She was silent an instant. Seem
you might have something to do
besides giving free advise to strang
ers. AS my agent She broke of
as a CHEEKY voice spoke at her side
"Hullo, Sherry-what's this?"
Paul Wharton, small but high
powered binoculars swung acros
why shoulders, breezed up to them
"Hullo, Paul-what's What? Blu
Paul, my uncle, William Bond
1t was like a well-groomed TO,
terrier facing a mastiff. Then a hant
shot out. know of you but i
Sherry hadn't told-you are only 2;
I'D swear, sight unseen, you were
SO or more. But what of Red Sol
dier's chances today?'
Just $780," He smiled, turned
to Sherry. Thought we were going
to have a horse race, but you scratch
out of the Handicap. You're taking
chances in a selling race-somebody
may claim"
"Oh, no they won't. 1t isn't being
done today"
mo? Days not over yet. If
were you, I'd rush to the secretary
swear Pepper Boys got a fever
scratch OUT
Paul Wharton, this is the sec
ond time you've tried to keep m
out of this race-what's up?'
..
Don't say I didn't warn YOU