Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-11-03

answered, then got up and left in a
hurry. Phillip Slower mother hired
me to find out what he's up to, and
I've a feeling what I find isn't going
to be pleasant. Conc on"
Beck regarded KAY quizzically
You mean you're going to go chas-
ing after him on night as hot
as this?" He laughed, amused.
Since I'm a private detective"
Kay replied quietly. one eye on the
night club doorman. Il have to
chase people, hot or cold. Come on,
Beck"
Beck Dee lines.
Beck Creighton hesit&ted the frac-
ton of a second. His cool eyes
swept Kay from her sandled feet
to her smart, dusky pompadour
I'm sorry, Kay he said, but no
can do. I have to be out in Long
Island City at book publisher S
meeting in the morning
Kay stared at him Wait a min
ute" she said is it me you love or
is it that gaudy bookstore you own?''
Its you" Beck replied But this
is an important meeting. I've got
to be there. I'm dead for sleep now,
and 1 know you once you get started
on a case. You'll stick to the trail
until either you or your quarry
are"
Kay didn't wait TO hear the rest.
The cab bearing Phillip Slower and
his girl friend was nearing the end
of the block. She darteo across the
sidewalk to a Taxi that had just
pulled up and got III. Her smooth
olive cheeks flushed with hurt anger
as she looked at Beck Tall, hand
some in his spotless white linen,
he waved, and laughed good-na-
turedly. Kay snapI ed her head
away, leaning forward toward the
cab driver.
Follow that cab st the end of
the block" she sail tersely.
The taxi pulled away from the
curb and, gathering speed, shot
down the street.
Kay settled back on the seat,
keeping her eyes on Stover's cab
ahead. The anger she had felt at
Beck's willingness to let her follow
young Slower alone, into heaven
knew what sort of predicament,
puzzled, and rather upset. Instinc-
lively she doubted that he had to
be at the publishers meeting in
the morning. Not that he'd lied to
her, he'd simply evaded. But why?
Kay Is Puzzled.
At times, Beck was inexpicable
an enigma. Shed known and loved
him for over a year, but there was
something hidden, almost secret
about him. She never had under
stood. But just then that didn't seem
to answer his refusal to accompany
her. Why had he refused?
But her attempted deductions
anent Beck ended right there. The
taxi carrying Phillip Slower and hi,
blond companion had turned sharply
east into one of New York's pro.
nouncedly foreign sections. Kay sal
up, intent, alert.
Her oval face grew throughtful a.
Stover's cab drove deeper into thu
quarter. The foreign names or
store and restaurant windows along
the brightly lighted street somehow
! heiphtened the gnaWlng, nameleS'
tension she had felt during thu
sweltering day just passed.
Stover's taxi came to a sudder
halt and Kay hastily ordered he
driver to stop. Young Slower ane
the girl disembarked casually and
just as casually, strolled into
restaurant and bar. The sign ovel
the door proclaimed the place to b.
THE Old World"
Kay hurriedly paid her driver
adding hefty tip to sharpen hi
discretion. Casually, she walked TO-
ward the Old World restaurant ane
bar. Though it was well after II
. o'clock, the August night was a.
sitting and sultry as the day hac
been. There was the same electric
: unoercurrent in the heat-laden at.
mosphere, the same inexplicabl.
feeling that somehow somewhere
something disastrous was about tt
happen. AS If somewhere of in thu
sweltering night an unseen monste,
:. lay watching the painting city