Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-12-01

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Jake was up to. he was making II
look real.
MADAME is PUZZLED
/ hoped into a drugstore oppo-
site. where l could keep an eye on
the house. In 10 minutes he came
out and ducked into the subway
l let him GO, figuring l could pick
him up at Mrs. Harris next day.
Madame Aida was puzzled but
frank when ] asked her what her
visitor had wanted. She said he
had protege-a girl with a fine
he wanted -her-t &c
take as a pupil. That was all she
knew. Then, trying TO help, she
handed me his address.
I felt a fool when ] saw il He
was still living at the same place
in the Bronx. the last place on
earth 1 or any other smart cop
per would have thought of look.
ing for him.
So 1 went to the Bronx. J
Roth's Tailor Shop had never been
much, and in II years it had gone
downhill even from there. Just q
grimy, basement shop in shabby
house.
l ordered coffee in the ham.
burger stand across the street
and / was in luck, for pretty soor
Jake came out of his shop carry.
ing some bundles.
He'd changed from Count Jear
to plain, middle-aged tailor
wearing one of his own second
hand suits. When he disappeared
/ went down four steps into the
shop. The door rang bell, bu'
nobody answered at once. A cir
in the back was singing so louC
she didn't hear ii.
/ don't know music, but sh,
sounded sweeter than juke DO,
to me. 1t was one of those classi
cal songs with thrills running up
and she took EN- like a canary.
A GLOWING SMILE
When she stopped I pounded OF
the counter and she came out
She was a thin little thing in {
sleazy black dress. but she haC
something. Maybe it was the wa,
her eyes shone dark and bright
or her smile that glowed like lighi
in the cluttered dusty shop.
you sound and look happy"
said.
She laughed.
Something swell Is going TO
happen to me-"
you're going to inherit
million dollars"
She laughed again.
Not a million, but enough to
study voice under the best
teacher-but what can 1 do for
you"
IL just dropped in" l said
I'm an old friend of your
fathers. That Is, II he's the
same Roth who used TO hang
around the Met"
"He must be-" she said.
Father loves music. And he'll
be glad to see an old friend.
You must wait for him."
She hesitated, but not, as
thought. because she suspected
my friendship or her fathers past
She went on, little embarrassed
Gle sees 30 few of his old
fEta d.
knew him-when he was Sue
i cessful."
EYES," said. but funny. I
never knew he had daughter"
EXPLAINS ALL
Mother and I lived I'm Ashe-.
Vile, for her health, until she
died. Father ran down to see
us often, of course, but business
kept him here TO live"
That explained why she knew
nothing of Count Jake" She
went on:
Fathers wonderful, isn't
he? II IL hadn't been for him,
I'd have given up singing long
ago. It's been hard. practicing
without a proper teacher"
She showed me into the room
in back of the shop. II was their
living room. Light filtered from
a basement window. The only
intact piece OF furniture was a
grand piano.
I'VE managed TO hang onto
that" she said. Father in
sisted. And he wouldn't let me
sing in--well, i'm joints--to help
out. He said he didn't want n
second rate, imitation singer.
He said I must be the real thing.
Fathers that way"
Jake the phOnv wanted hi