Evening star., 1941-10-30


You're not at home now, Miss
YOU'RE not ordering around a stan
of servants. When you're out here
TIM the boss, remember that. Incl
dentally, you won't get a lesson
TODAY. You missed your 9 O'Clock
sppointment and I have no other
time open"
Glare scoffed you'll have plenty
of time on your hands before this
Is over" she said. You may not
know it but you're just ABOUT
through" She didn't know exactly
why she said that, but she had to
say something and automatically
she expressed her most emphatic
hope.
Hanley laughed, but there was no
humor in the sound. His shoulders
tensed and his strong jaw shot for
ward aggressively. Don't threaten
me, baby" he said. Il don't like
it. and anyway it doesn't mean any
thing. Your old man isn't going to
paw any attention to what you say
mot when I have something that
means money in the pocket for
him"
II only you knew how wrong you
were about that, Clare thought. But
she didn't say a word. She glared
at him for a moment with mount
ing irritation at the way his eyes
roved insolently over her slim figure,
all the way from the brown saddle
shoes and ankle socks to the yellow
sports dress and the matching, wide
brimmed croWnless hat that crested
her soft blond hair. And finally,
afraid she might say more than she
wanted to, she turned abruptly and
went back to her car.
Clare Has Evidence.
She drove down into town, a
terrific feeling of let-down weighing
upon her. Here in her purse she
had exactly the evidence that Eddie
Franklin had long suspected existed:
the evidence that Roger CaSwell
had been the author of the plans
Clay Hanley had applied to his new
plane. Eddie was sure that no
other plane designer had ever con-
ceived the idea of hydraulic balances
for the shifting of a planes center
of gravity; he was sure that Roger
Caswell was the real inventor of
the amazing technique.
Even Roger, in all his trusting
innocence, she thought, must have
suspected Hanley's motive toward
the end. Why, otherwise, would he
have so carefully concealed the
plans in the last place in the world
any one would look for them-1n the
back of picture frame?
OF course there still was nothing
to prove that Clay Hanley had taken
part in the plan that sent Roger to
his death and that was what Eddie
wanted to prove. But this was
surely something. -.
The anger she had felt in her
meeting with Clay still persisted
and she had a sudden impulse to
see Betty Crowell. She looked at
her watch; 1t was nearly II o'clock.
She was on Main street within a
couple of blocks of the bank building
and she stopped at a drug store
10 call.
How about lunch today, Betty2"
she asked when she got the other
girl on the phone.
"Oh-why yes, Clare. That will
be nice. Shall I meet you at the
tearoom?"
"Yes. I'm on my way there now.
I'll be there in minutes"
There was new note in Betty's
voice, less of surprise and more of
grimness. 1--WE have q lot to talk
about, Clare. I'll see you in a few
minutes" Then she hung up.
Betty Issues Warning.
Clare had q suspicion even before
they were together at the table as
TO what was on Betty's mind. She
had almost forgotten that her car
had been left at the airport by Eddie
Franklin the night before-for Bet
tvs benefit-and then returned to
the garage. She was sure, suddenly,
that Betty had seen 1t, and she
waited expectantly for the opening
gun.
You wouldn't be trying to cut in
on me, would you, Clare?" Betty
said a moment after they were seat
ed. There was a tight little smile
around her wide, rouged lips, and
her dark eyes held quite malice as
she looked piercingly at Clare
What do you mean?" Clare re-
piled, not caring that the question
was ridiculous.
Betty looked at her eontemptu-
ously. you'll never grow up, will |
you, Clare? You know perfectly |
well what I mean. I mean Clay |
A flush stole into her face then, |
and her eyes betrayed the bitter
ness that was in her heart. why
don't you lay off for a while? You've
had your fun. You've seen me |
working for a living these past few
years, wearing myself out for your
father so he could continue making
his thousands while I made my
rotten little dollars. You've enjoyed |
me do it, know that. |
ALI the sadism in your conceited
little nake-Ilp has been satisfied |