The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-04-20
ENTER FAY RANSOM
CHAPTER "

@nd 1uddenly faded to dismay, and Der gamin-pretty face melted into 6 polt.
 .But MyraP sne walled. i've Rot nothing at all to wearl"
 sTf you'vL got giAmorous Ideas mhout this house party, check them Ut the lipstick counter" replied her sister. You won't need any thing more fetching than your swim suit especially if the weather is as cooking as it's been today"
 But Myra's glance was gentler chan her words. Here was an- ether 'baby" of the family sud- denly grown up, just as Michael seemed to have done. And this no-longer- if not exactly beautiful, was certainly danger Ously attractive. And more. She had q kind of vitality that made one feel she was charged with electricity. Her dark hair fell an natural curls about the nape of her neck, and with her blue green eyes there was more than . suggestion of the piquancy of Nivien Leigh. It was odd, thought Myra, that ehe had never noticed that re- nemblance before. It boded no good for some man or men. She wondered what went on behind that lively face. One got so much ln the habit of thinking of ones own family as just a collection of younger brothers and sisters that bne often forgot they had lives pf their own and were living their own thoughts and feelings inde- pendently of the rest of the family.
 ''No," said Myra, wondering whether 1t would be wise after all to take her sister away, you needn't worry about clothes. The place is buried miles away from anywhere"
 ''That just shows how little you know about anything" replied Peggy with a toss of the head.
 Myra's eyebrows lifted, but she said nothing more.
 The next day Myra was sent again Eo the office of MT. Ransom. And again she saw the copper headed girl at desk. There was something familiar about her that puzzled Myra and she could not place 1t. Something that made the girl seem out of place at desk. However, she greeted her with a smile and the girl was equally cordial.
 Myra stopped on impulse.
 ITO you remember that officer you saw me with on the train yestsrday?"
 The girl blushed faintly and Myra decided that she did.
 An irresistible urge toward matchmaking was upon Myra and she pressed her question. We are going up to Ferdy Lorton's place this weekend. The artist, you know. I was wondering if you would care to join usP It's all very informal, but he has an aunt up thers who looks after the place and as an alibi for anxious parents If your parents are the anxious xind.
 Again the girl smiled slightly and again Myra wondered what it 1as about her that she could not 1lace.
 "Don't bother to let me know row., said Myra. Telephone me 1t the office if you would care to join us"
 That afternoon Myra telephoned Rerdy.
 sT've hooked her." she said. She called half an hour ago to say she would come"
 Ferdy laughed. What Is her name?"
 'Fay Ransom, daughter of the stockbroker."
 Ferdy whistled at the other end of the telephone. Fay Ransom?"
 DO you know her?" asked Myra. But Ferdy was in Puckish mood. He laughed aloud and rang of.
 "Darn you mumbled Myra in- to the buzzing telephone. What are you up to, Ferdy LortonP" She shrugged and replaced the receiver wasn't Fay likely to be enough of a problem, without adding mystery to the plotP
 
 Ferdy's place in the lovely Lau- rentians was just SO miles from Montreal, yet as secluded as if 1t he'd been built upon the highest crag in the Canadian wildS. Tucked sway off the beaten track in a countryside of dirt roads, lakes and wooded hills, it was fairly large estate and had home farm com- nlete with a French-Canadian fam ily who did the chores for Ferdy.
 The house itself was a low, -~----~----