Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1942-12-11

Have you an appointment with
Miss Larimore?"
mo. How did get to this rose
twined nest?"
"Well-how did you? Really, I don't
like mystery stories"
Again the thin, amused smil". ne
drawled. six years ago the password
for gatemen, guards and personal
maids to Miss Larimore's bungalow
was Hillyway. A gateman remem-
bered.'
Six years ago? All the uncanny i'm
pressions of the morning rushed to
demoralize Joan's usually sensible
mind
Perhaps he was relative, Cecile
had an army of them, all touchy.
Better be tactful.
Are you relative of Miss Lari-
more's?"
No"
Then will you please state your
business with her and she will later
make an appointment"
my business is for her ears. She
isn't by any chance the curt voice
stopped went on-"Off getting mar
ried?'
"That is Miss Larimore's business
surely"
Men in far places fell in love with
filmed beauty Joan was most uneasy
She put out hand
Don't press that BUTTON he adj
vised, CURLY Believe me, Miss Lari-
more would not be pleased
who are you?"
What a persistent child he COM
mented. amused.
IT am paid, and well, to be per-
sistent," Joan said without warmth.
She was afraid.
Miss Larimore is not here. She may
not be here until tomorrow"
Annie entered, belatedly. On one
arm beloved silver lame in white
cellophane. Yards Of skirt, a wisp OF
bodice. And on the other arm
powdered scented white wig of a
hundred curls and silver slippers
with rhinestone buckles were visible
through more white cellophane.
Miss Larimore's costume when she
rides along Santa Claus Lane tonight
the man said pleasantly to Annie who
assumed that he was reporter and
nodded with pride and vanished into
the bedroom
Joan could have strangled obtuse
Annie.
It read the papers," the man said.
"She rides in the costume of Fair
Rosalind. tonight Turns the corner at
Argyle street at Seven o'clock. I'll
wait here"
Joan decided to try more tact.
Miss Larimore has had a hard day.
1t is a sad anniversary for her. If
-ou have legitimate business with her,
she will"
1T is illegitimate business with her.
Illegal is the better word though"
Suddenly, his manner took on pas
sion and anger He jerked a chair out
and sat down.
Til wait! I shan't enjoy the wait.
I am not enjoying the reason for my
persistency She won't enjoy it. But
she won't thank you, my poor girl if
you postpone my meeting with her"
Had Sandel Denwell not died? The
body had not been found.
The long wait began. Joan would
have called a studio policeman, threat
or no threat from this tall lean tired
eyed man. But his mention of six
years deferred her. Cecile might not
thank her.
She returned to her tipping. 'phon-
ing, and pencil. Impossible to make
appointments for Cecile while he sat
in the room. She did the best she
could.
Presently Joan put the question
against her will. But she must know.
"You--you are Sandel Denwell?
You did not die? How cruel!''
Cruel not to die?" He laughed, and
not pleasantly II gather you are fond
of Cecile. So many people are"
Where did you go?"
ITO Honduras. 1t seemed a good
idea at the time" Plainly he was en-
tertained by Joan's flushed, stricken
face.
why have you come back?"
ut seemed a good idea," he drawled, |
uatchinR her lluhappY face.