Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-07-13

Kay had been hoping to destroy 1t or a least
TO put it in some hiding place where IL would
be permanently safe from prying eyes and
the police Now that Simon was here, it
would have to stay in her pocket-book pre-
cariously until the morning.
Simon had dropped down on one OF the
beds, curling her slim stockingless legs under
her. Behind their long lashes her blue,
chameleon eyes in her white, sultry face, were
watching Kay.
You'll want pajamas" said Kay awk-
wardly. II can lend you some"
she pulled open a drawer in a cedar chest
and chose two pairs Of pajamas, white
silk for herself another leaf green for Simon.
Simon took hers in silence Casually she
pulled off her sweater, stepped out OF her
skirt, lovely, suntanned figure curving out
of delicate white lingerie. Slipping a
neglgee, she sat down in front of the mirror
and ran comb through her glossy hair
Kay sat down on her own bed stripping
eff her stockings hoping against hope that
Simon would not break the stiff. electrically
charged silence.
But she was doomed to disappointment.
The other girls reflected face was stil watch
ing her from the mirror
Suddenly in a voice that tried 10 be far
more steady than it was, she said: Why did
you ten that lie about my being with you
when you went over 10 the isand?"
kAY said cautiously: Il thought you'd
~ rather not have the police know you were
there in Ivor's playhouse alone"
IN other words you were generously CIV
ing me an alibi?"
If you like TO put it that way
Il don't like to put it that way at all
Simon swung round on the stool. staring at
as you gave me one
Il didn't have 10 hide the fact I'd gone
TO the island alone
"Oh. no You just went 20 borrow a book
from Ivor. Borrow a book" Simon threw
down the comb the heavy slave bracelet on
her wrist jangling. AS if / believed that.
As if / believed anything any Of you said.
You and your family and Don you're all the
same. Ivor's dead. He's-hes been muir
dered." She gave hard little Sob and
you're all Of you-glad."
simon, you mustn't. ="
why mustn't I say it It's true, isn't
it? l know all about you. Ivor told me- You
romanced around with him three years ago.
Then you heard he was marrying your niece
and you ran screaming down Sto interfere.
And | heard what Don said TO you on the
dock this morning"
She gripped a hand into small tight fist.
! on DOln Wdnltd 10 Slpp the WtddlIBs anu
you stopped it all right How can you dare
say you're not glad Ivors dead?"
Kay sat on the bed looking into Smons
white blazing face beneath the cloudy mass
Of chestnut chair. wondering with growing
dread how much Ivor had told her and why.
This girl with her lightning anger, her probing
insight and her incaculable knowledge was
going to be far harder TO handle far more
dangerous than Or. Thorne.
you mentioned Don," Kay said. This
morning on the dock Don accused you Of
wanting TO see Ivor dead. You didn't deny
that"
Simon tossed her name of hair. "As If I'd
bother to deny anything that crazy boatman
said"
Perhaps you couldn't deny it because it
was true"
True"
"A lot of people did want to see Ivor dead,
you know"
People that were jealous Of him, that's
all" Simon leaned forward on the STOOL one
hand flutterng over the bare skin of her
shoulder. People who were jealous because
he was attractive and clever and rich and
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