Evening star., 1941-01-12

late, she went at once to her room,
but not to bed.
She knew now why Mrs. Riba S
eyes had seemed so familiar; why
they had disturbed her ever since
early evening when she had met
the woman. They were like JoeS.
Mrs. Riba, of course, was the sister
he had spoken of vaguely at times,
but he had always given the i'm
preston that she lived in some
foreign country and that he seldom
saw her. But that was like Joe
never letting one know anything
definite about him or his family.
She had gone around with him for
months and yet she knew nothing
tangible of his life; she could only
guess, and up until recently she had
not done much of that. She had
merely coasted along, intent on one
thing-the diamond, and how to get
her hands on it.
why did he have to come here
OF all plaCeS?" she demanded of the
four walls. why couldn't his sister
live in San Diego or New York;"
She walked the floor, treading
lightly in her stocking feet SO the
others would not hear her. She
must not fall into Joes hands un-
der any circumstances. The love he
felt for her would not keep him
from being utterly cruel in trying
to force from her the whereabouts
of the diamond. However, he would
never get the stone: she was certain
of that. She would die at his hands
before she would tell him where it
was.
Little Sleep for Honey.
"He shall never have it," she
vowed to herself. And he may not
kill me until he does. But Joe
knows ways of torturing his VIC
tins that would be worse than
death. And I will be no exception"
She shuddered and it was not from
the cold. damp air which blew in
from the Pacific. 1t was stark,
naked fear of the future that sent
wave after wave of shivers over
her. slim body. Tears came to her
eyes. IT don't want to die" she
sobbed and fell on the bed. Il want
to clear myself with Dan. He must
know that I am not thief and
believe in me once again.
It was nearly dawn when she
finally drifted into sleep, only to
be awakened again by insistent
knocking on her door. She opened
sleepy eyes, then sat up startled.
"Who is it?" she cried, heart
pounding eXcitedly.
Lets go fishing" called Art
cheerily.
"Fishing?" she repeated as if she
had never heard of the sport before,
"Oh! Fishing" She relaxed. "Is it
time to go now?"
Sure it is" he told her with an
amused chuckle. Get up, sleepy
head. Ma is going to loan you some
slacks and shirt to wear. And
I just packed lunch basket, sar-
dimes mostly"
"I'll be with you in a moment"
she said and crawled wearily from
the comfortable bed.
After she was fully awake and
into the fun of fishing, Honey
forgot her troubles for the minute
and enjoyed herself, not that she
was a very good fisherman. Art
seemed to have all the luck. Once
she called him Dan. He did not
notice and she thought with pain in
her heart:
Dan is calling for me-he needs
me. That is why I said his name
Just now. Oh, Dan, my darling,
love you! I will come soon-very
soon, I hope
Honey Is Frightened.
Art spoke just then. Ma SAID
Mrs. Riba invited US for dinner TO-
night. in your honor. She thinks
we are sweethearts."
Honey's heart seemed to pause in
its beating and a cold chill rushed
over her body, taking away all
warmth and security.
But she has company now" she
faltered
THAT won't matter. It's probably
her brother. She has one living In
Los Angeles. I believe his name
is Danburne. You may know him"
"The name is familiar" she re-
piled from between stiff lips. She
fshed in silence for a while and he
was inclined to do the same. But
suddenly, she inquired: How good
a lawyer are you, Art?" There was
no gayety in her tone, only dead
seriousness.
1--WE only practiced two years,
but I won all the cases ever had.
Is that what you wanted to know?
he asked looking over at her with
probing eyes,
She nodded and turned back to
her fishing. Maybe fate had led her
to this place, she muSed, to tlnd Art.
Perhaps he was the help she needed.
If she were arrested, a good lawyer
would be a necessity.
do we have to go over for din
ner at Mrs. Riba So" she finally
asked, hoping that he would answer
in the negative.
"I am afraid so. Especially since
1t is for you. Don't you want to
go, Honey? She is a swell cook. "
NO" She wanted to add: Il am
afraid" But without explaining
what she was scared of, she could
not tell him that. So she said in
stead: "I think I will have to leave
tomorrow. I should go today-now."
Art Is Reassuring.
$50 soon?" He removed his pipe
and knocked out the dead ashes.
Then he refilled it. You know,
Honey, you are not the type of per-
son to run from trouble. And what
ever is on your mind is sure getting
the best of you
How do you know so much?"
she demanded rather shortly, ir-
ritated that he could read her so
well. You haven't known me very
long" There was tinge of anger
to her words.
He kept on, ignoring her sharp
thrust that he should be meddllng
" ber affairs when YOU forget