The Wilmington morning star., 1944-01-25
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watchin' all the ruckus along tn
boulevard. People goin' every
where. An I saw them com,
down an get in their carr
How did you know them? How
were you sure?" Mallory had beer
relaxed in a large chair wher,
she had slung herself, sidewise
after her unfruitful telephone cal
to Richard Blythe. Now she sa
erect; her gaze jabbed that Of he1
maid.
Prism's eyes were slightly re
proachful. "You told me, M i S s
| Mallory, that he was wearin' e
white scarf. Well, JUS like you
told me, he was, and I spotted
him easy like. Faces just like
cement, amt they?" The girl
nodded. That, she decided, was
an expert description. $50 then.
continued Prism, latter I n
them drivin' off down Reform
boulevard I get on the telephone
and ask at the desk could I speak
to Mr.. John Smith cause my Miss
Mallory wants to invite him aa'
his brother to dinner"
"You didn't know intended
having a dinner"
The Negress fidgeted. "Of course
not, Miss Mallory. was just STRAIT
egizin'. Like you said. 1 mean you
would if we could get anybody to
come" Disconsolation tinged her
voice. Wasn't like this back in
New Yrok."
The singer said acidly. Per
haps people are more interested
in a free meal back there than
they are IN Mexico"
You should know. You was al
ways bringin' 'em home like starv-
in kittens. Guys like Mr.. OAR
gen."
81 had reference to Tod Patrick.
You surely have not forgotten that
he could do fairly well with the
meals at our place.
Prism grinned and said w h
smueness." why not? They's
such good ones She flicked dust
from the mantle where actually
there was no dust. But, Miss
Mallory, you're gettin' me off my
subject. Cause next I said, over
the telephone, how far had the
gentlemen gone and maybe they'd
be back in time. So then" She
paused to give her mistress look
of sly self-esteem. Then he says
no. they'd gone to Vera Cruz and
Wednesday was the very soonest
they'd be back here
Once more Mallory relaxed in
the big chair. Prism, you are
simply wonderful"
"Yes'm" Her features were so
a-gleam with pleased conceit that
they looked as il they had been
oiled. Il think myself it's nice to
know where them balloons are and
for how long Only thing" Her
contented look was fading into
dismal one. Only thing" S h e
said again, "is we amt really dom
nothin' toward putin them muir
derers where they belongs. We
amt 'accomplicatin'' anything
along them lines
The blond girl looked thought
full mo, you're right. l had de-
pended SO much on Mr.. Blythe"
And he disappointed you" in
serted Prism knowingly. Jus
goes to show you that your tut
ton don't amount to a durn. Mr..
Tod is certainly right about that"
"Oh," snapped Mallory, you
think Mr.. Tod is right about every
thing.
Her maid ignored that to ask.
what did he say when you told
him about the murder?"
The girl squirmed uncomforta-
bly,. well, Prism, you see there
was slight hitch
"Oh, stop gruntin' and wigglin'
and TESS up that you didn't even
tell him. Did your she demanded
when her mistress remained ST.
lent for few seconds.
No" Again the blond girl sat
up straight She began to take off
her shoes and stockings and unzip
her dress, all with absent-minded
gestures. But l had a good rea-
son not to, Prism. I had a dy-
mamie reason At first she had
considered hiding the friendship
between the brothers and Richard
Blythe from her servant. Now,
that she had determined otherwise
she raced on to get it said. Prism
hold on to something. The Inv:si-
BILE Man is a good friend of John
and William Smith"
"How you know"
Hi, John Hi, Bill" the girl
initiated. That's how Mr.. Blythe
greeted them. They came into SAM
born's while we were having
breakfast. Doesn't that sou n d
friendly?"