The Wilmington morning star., 1944-01-26

no life. like other girls, Miss Nal
lory. You know that by this time
You're sorta like a princess
"Princesita" flashed through tn,
girls head. Il want Carlos to cal
me princesita.
Prism went on, you belong t.
the people just like princes!
does. You lead your life for Other
people Not for yourself. And yor
know it."
II ought to know it. All I want
ed" she walled in a tiny voice
that she made excessively pitiful
was a few days of being Like 9TH
er girls. But" she. mourned, Il ap'
parentiy can't ever have even that
much
Again Prism moved away. She
returned with a bottle of scented
rubbing alcohol. Roll over an III
give you thumpin' and rubin
You'll feel better" Her strong
hands began their soothing work.
I'd say you done all right, Miss
Mallory. To date you done had a
nice trip, Velvet Name and a
murder. What more you want?"
II can think Of couple Of
things" Mallory said, across her
shoulder. II want to see the muir
derers caught. And I want to see
Carlos soon and often.''
Then do like l said. Don't both
er to call back Militia and cancel
the dinner. Go ahead and have it
anyhow. That's gettin' Velvet
Name here the soones' I know. ,"
But part Of the idea was to
pair Manuelita and R h d
Blythe. You know, Prism, she all
but fell out Of the automobile the
other night when she got look
at him
Course I amt seen the 1nvis-
ible Man, but you just bear in
mind that Mr.. Alexander amt no
he goon.'
He definitely was not. Mallory
decided the following evening when
Prism ushered him into the living
room. Naturally her maids COM
ment of the previous night had
been jibe directed toward NAL
lory herself, not her accompanist.
Sandy was an attractive fellow.
! The girl knew that. But, looking at
him now from the angle of per-
feet stranger-Manuelita - it was
astounding to note how extreme
ly attractive he was. Surely be-
TWEEN his and Richard Blythe's at
! tentions Manuelita would have to
leave Carlos alone part of the
The singer had said, Hello,
Sandy" when he first entered.
Now, not moving from her place
by the mantel, she studied him so
closely that he laughed and said,
Egg on my necktie?'
No" She moved then, to the
davenport. "Sit by me, Sandy" He
obeyed. II want you to be sitting
down when 1 tell you what l was
thinking when l stared at you"
Hurry up" He pulled cigaret
from a crumpled pack and lit it.
I'm eager to know what kept you
silent that long"
Il was just thinking how good
looking you are"
Hey now, Mallory You mav be
my boss, but 1 don't have to take
that into the bargain, do T. He
was blushing. Stop your kidding.
I'm not kidding she said with
seriousness that made him blush
even more. The thought struck her
! that he looked like a young farm
boy, in spite of his sophistication.
His sun-streaked hair, his pink
sheeks, his shrewd eyes and mus
cular leanness - all those things
made him appear to be anything
but concert pianist. She recalled
how surprised she had been when
he first played for her; from his
appearance that day she had decid
ed to fire him before she heard
him.
The cigaret smoke partially hid
his bushes. Go on, Mallory. Nov
that I'm over the first shock l fine
that l like all this unexpected adu
lation.' He gave his boyish grin,
4 think it might grow on a pr
son."
She answered the grin. "It
wasn't really, Sandy. Oh, l think
you're sweet thing, suave anc
handsome in white tie and tails
on the concert platform. I like tc
have you there putting all that
magnificent piano playing back Of
my voice and taking bows-not
too many, of course" she sale
with truthfulness. But l WASN'T
looking at you when you first
came in. was pretending to be
Manuelita."
Who's she? A new character''
shes character all right, but
shes real. One of the lovelies1
Mexican girls I"ve ever seen
She'll be here tonight for dinner
She'll be here in about two mir
utes," called Prism from the bal
cony. She had gone out there i'm
mediately after letting in the &C
companist, supposedly to waite,
some vines growing in small pots
Actually she had her eyes gluee
on the entrance of the Montecito
she now hustled into the livins
room and on toward the kitchen
cite. 9TH start joggin' the cock
tails now. The gradients are read,
and waitin'."
What kind, Prism?' called San
dy. Il am dry like the Sahara
! :. "Bacardis," hurled the Negress