The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1943-02-10
CHAPTER SEVEN

RESTW1CK CARNES walked In
while Paige still was searching in
the box for a card. She spoke her
psrpledty. There's no card"
They are from me, Of course"
he snapped. From whom else could
they be?"
The girls stormy black brows
rose with insolence. There are a
number of persons who might send
me flowers"
Rusty made a great face as he
licked a couple of Mazatlan steam
ship stickers and applied them to
small hand trunks. ITO Paige Shell
ton, perhaps, but not Mrs. Restwick
Carnes, as the box directs. Resur-
rect your intelligence, my pet" he
drawled insultingly. mo one else
knows you are Mrs. Carnes."
Except Eugenia." Paige knotted
. gray turban about her hair with
savage singing of her arms.
What rot" scoffed Rusty. "Eu-
Eenia would scarcely send you flow
ers. Now we've no time for you to
put on one Of your disagreeable
scenes. The boys are on the way
up for the bags. I'd like to be at the
boat in about Is minutes. I've never
seen a woman who could be on
time, but please try"
Paige felt her sullenness mount
ing as she went into the bedroom.
1t W.. partly caused by his jaers,
paItl \ his bounding vitality, 30
surpl " considering his dissipa-
ton. she put on the mauve and
gray-striped topcoat that matched
her tailored suit, then hurriedly
transferred articles in her black
purse TO huge gray one. Its inner
structure was identical, with the
large cache back of a compact and
cigaret case. Into that section she
put the same bulky, chamois-
wrapped package.
When she rejoined Rusty he
made a matter-of-fact comment. ~
want you to wear those orchids.
There will be photographers at the
boat"
How romantic" jeered the girl.
But she pinned the flowers onto her
lapel as they went down to the
lobby.
Although there were only two
cameramen waiting in the small
foyer beside the lanai suites when
the newly married couple arrived
on the Mazatlan it seemed to the
girl that they were being met by a
dozen. Possibly because those two
men were talking loudly and ex-
citedly with the steward who was
refusing to let them into the
Carnes' cabin.
One was yelling, But he told US
to meet him there. Be a right guy
and open up"
"Yeh! Be a right guy" seconded
his partner. There's bound to be
champagne in there"
There is The steward poked
one photographer in the chest.
That's why you're not going in
there. Besides, I've just put some
Of their luggage inside. They'll be
along soon"
The other newspaperman pro-
tected his pal with belligerence.
You're gonna be sorry when YOU
find out how good a friend OF ours
Rusty Carnes is"
The steward summoned a taunt.
ing expression Of pain and made a
clucking sound. Then you should
be glad to wait for him. Would you
force your way into friends suite
and drink his champagne before he
could get there?"
Heck, yes!"
The second camoraman NUT
tered. Sure we would. DO you
think we're dopes?"
Rusty was ahead Of Paige as
they eavesdropped at the top Of
the A-deck companionwsy Hi, |
fellas." he called TO the refractory
caneraman. The blond cocker
spaniel in his arms also yelped a
The steward looked a bit |
III at ease at Carnes' friendliness,
but quickly recovered pomposity !
and went on his way to other du-
ties