The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1943-02-17

ming affably.
"Well, them" Meath said, "it
is my opinion that this horse
race is preying on your mind
Ever since Bucephalus had
made strictly equine sounds out
side the window, Meath had
been wondering how to bring up
the subject of the race. The rea-
son for her interest was finan-
cial. When the contest had first
been projected, Meath h a d
strung along with her employer.
And, rashly, she had entered
into a transaction with one Cor
by, the Claiming butler. Such
was her conviction that she had
placed Corby, q man not averse
to a sporting flutter, on the good
end of. four to one odds. But as
time wore on. the feet of Miss
Meath had grown cold. And her
vague doubts were not dispersed
by leering hints made by Corby
to the effect that a great upset
might be in the making. Corby
Was conducting a war OF nerves.
Mr.. Claiming was regarding
Meath in surprise. That" he
said, sis ridiculous. The race is
the only thing that isn't worry
ing me. Why, Black Moonlight
could read Gone With the Wind
around the track an dstill beat
that farm horse of Calvin's."
Every likely. But anything
can happen, you know" Gently
Meath planted the seed of doubt.
"Preposterous," said Mr..
Claiming. BLACK Moonlight
will leave that nag at the post"
But if he doesn't, Mr.. Chan
ning?" Meath said slowly.
I'm that remote event there
would be nothing to do but pay
up"
Ever so carefully Meath slip
ped him the needle. "Mr. Chan
ning,' she said, that is merely
your conscious speaking. 1t is
your sub = conscious that really
worries you"
80! What do you know about
sub-conscious?"
Il may know more than you
think, SIR" said Meath glibly.
"One of my hobbies is psychol-
ogy. And my my experience
tells me that while your con-
scious does not consider the pos
sibility of defeat and its after
math, your sub-conscious does.
Particularly the aftermath"
rs that so? Well. what about
this hypothetical Aftermath"
You mentioned a moment
ago. went on Meath. "that you
led a dogs life. Well, your SUBJ
conscious is trying to remind you
that if, through any unforeseen
occurrence, your horse should
lose, Mr.. Calvin Meggs would
make your life a hell on earth"
"Ho!" said Mr.. Claiming, i'm
pressed in spite of himself.
you've got something there"
WELL" said Meath, dragging
up the heavy guns. "if by chance
Blsck Moonlight. shouldn't win,
your position would become in
tolerable."
Mr.. Claiming m m e d
thoughtfully on the d e k.
Meath" he said, "you seem to
have thought this thing through
very we'll. But I don't see how
we can remove the outside
chance that Calvin's superannu-
ated billygoat m 6 ht come
through"
1t was the opening for which
Meath had been sparring.
May l speak freely, Mr..
Channing?" she said.
GO as far as you like" said
Mr.. Claiming, as one W h o
hands over the keys to the city.
Meath went t. She went to
town. BY the time she had fin
ished her employer was gazing
at her in open-mouthed admir-
alton.
Meath" he said, in an awed
voice, this is superb. Remind
me to raise your salary"
Yes, sir" said Meath mod
estly.
Your mastery - all - cam
paign." continued Mr.. Claiming,
would seem to place my wager
with Calvin in the category of
a sure thing
Exactly said Meath. And
added. under her breath: And
my bet with Corby."
wei then" cried Mr.. Chan
ming, a door not a dreamer. why
don't we start the ball rolling?"
why not, indeed, sir?" Meath
said.
mo time like the present, eh,
Meath??
mo, sir" said Meath. who
was a yes-woman and no-woman
combined.
Mr.. Claiming arose. For a
! moment he paced his den, chin