Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-01-19

jaw muscles of the Pekinese until
its mouth yawned open and, still
holding the little beast in that
painful grip. he presented 1t
screaming TO the lady. Manchu
followed the proceeding with an
indifferent eye. A thin stain of
red that began to spread down
his leg. was utterly beneath his
attention.
How wonderful of you" said
the lady. And how wonderful
that your dog doesn't know how
to fight! Bull-terriers usually
have so much spirit. or haven't
they?"
Here a flashlight glared at
them for one winking instant and
showed Cabot that the lady in
white was Carol Lester In the
distance the ships photographer
who had done his stuff retreated
in haste and Cabot could see that
picture in papers all over the
United States, for Carol at thirty
still remained newsworthy.
She had exchanged most Of her
fathers millions abroad for vari-
ously titled husbands. And now
she was trying to forget her lat
est headache with a trip around
the world.
While She soethcd Bodo, nc
was licking the blood of Manchu
from his lips and this reminded
her that II had been long time
between drinks. She suggested
champagne 10 Cabot Instead he
went To his stateroom resolved to
stay there the rest of the trip He
tcft II only The next day to take
i took at The result OF the flash
light. The photographer was con-
tent with his shot and so was
Cabot.
IT SHOWED the lady in full
face. receiving IN both delight
ful hands her "Dodo': of Cabot
1t displayed only his back and
vague hint Of profile. He returned
10 ms cabin relieved. lie could
take II reasonably for granted.
he felt that even the most hun
cry press in the world would not
be able 10 make news Of this. The
photographer had not even asked
his name In the meantime he
kept to his cabin.
He did not show himself even
when they touched at Havana
and when the ship paused at
Quarantine in New York. he re-
manned below His portfolio cut
a bright circle out of a shining
day II contained a rusty-sided
freighter at anchor, a few gulls
curved back and forth. and a
far-off sound Of whistles was the
first voice Of Manhattan He be-
gan. at last. TO pack and his one
suitcase was almost fun when
his buzzer sounded.
Come i'm he called.
The door opened Into the sour
of the sea that blew through the
open port, the stale. sweet smell
of the ship entered TO hum. When
he turned from the portfolio view,
he saw at the door Ruth Allen.
She had on a white dress and
translucent straw hat with blue
cornflowers. She was not beauti-
ful but she was prettier than her
picture
I'm. sorry" she said. Il was
looking for Mr.. Annesley?" She
looked very straight at Cabot for
an explanation of his presence.
For his part. he was seeing the
Yangtze River mist again. II was
because of her that Annesley lay
in the mud Of the Yangtze Kiang
and now, as though the finish of
one man were not enough for her.
she had come clear out TO Quar-
antine TO be the death of another.
All of this came 10 him in an
instant. as the whole tidings of
the night comes to the nostrils
of hunting dog in a single
breath.
"Annesley will be back in a mo-
ln1ent,' he said, and invited her
to enter with A gesture. He
| went out for a moment hut he