The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-11-24
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must be starting to show now,
and she almost wished she had
left Scooter there for the eve
ming. But then
II want him close to me! In
case neutrality-suspicious."
She could leave him in Pops
office office, she knew. The men
would be delighted to have him
there, and anyway it wouldn't
be more than an hour. She was
a little frantic when the trolley
seemed to crawl. The time was
getting on toward 5! And that
was q crucial hour.
Pops office, however. delayed
her again.
"Ther-r-r-re she Isl"
None other than Abe Lou
mann himself saw Nancy and
recognized her the moment she
came in. He doomed out. loud
ct. j., grab her quick! That's
Nancy Hale and her baby! Get
that contract out and fill it in
right now! Miss Hale, you're
working for World Features. I'm
buying you from Coach Miller
You and your son. You're Am
erica's new Sweetheart of the
Air. The Cadets Dream. The
Spirit of Aviation. The"
What in the world do you
meant Nancy's pretty forehead
was puckered in establishment.
I'm making it $1,000 week e
start. We wanta get some at
mosphere shots tomorrow morn.
ing right here at Lincoln Field
and some at the game in the af'
ternoon. Make it combined avi'
alton and football. That's it. T
j.! Sure! A girl falls in love with
flying cadet, see. He's man
from England over here work
ing with the Yanks. She's a typ
ical American girl. He learns to
play football and She"
PLEASED" Nancy demanded
looking around at all the men.
Elmer Summers of the Journ-
al took Scooter from her arms
Its a harmless sort of spasm
Miss Hale" he said gently. but
it's real enough. All you do is
say yes. And say it in hurry
while we all can be witnesses
You're a movie star. Get it,"
II don't know what you're
talking about!' she told them
"And / can't talk now anyway
Pop, please keep Scooter little
while. Or-Mr. Summers, you
help him! I'm in a terrible
hurry. I really ami"
She was gone, just like that!
Loumann was ranting at his
associate, T. j. Natwick, to get
the contract forms all filled in
and ready for signatures. And
everybody around them seemed
to be talking at the same time.
Nancy literally ran to her
stairway. The clock in Pops
office had said ID to S. She trip
ped upstairs-and halfway ul
heard voices!
ooh. OH" She paused there
in alarm. ut must have happen
ed already. And I wasn't there!
The-they said I'd have to-tc
give them the evidence they
needed"
Her heart was humping furi.
ously as she climbed slowly on
Then in fresh establishment she
recognized the voices as Blythe
Miller's and Duane's. Quickly
she went in.
Nancy" Blythe gasped out.
Mrs. Hale, for heavens sake
tell your pals what's going on!''
The man called Ed pleaded that
grinning and nursing bruised
chin.
After five minutes of talking
it still wasn't clear.
Everyine here, as in Pops Of
flee, seemed to be talking at
once. The two detectives.
Blythe. Nancy. Even big Du-
ane, who grew more and more
indignant as he began to under
stand things.
1--WE were just trying to get
the straight Of it, Nancy" Blythe
said, rather desperately. 1--WE
had such a fight! It's a wonder
somebody wasn't"
"She thought we was the
gamblers!"
mo, no-no!" Nancy took
over firmly now. "You must lis
ten to me. I-oh, I hope there
is still time. If we"
Duane spoke loudly. What is
the score here? What about the
gambler deal?"
Look, son." detective put
in. Mrs. Hale was proposition