The Wilmington morning star. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1909-1990, 1944-02-15

law, Miss Mallory, the NegreSS
walled, 'cut that out. Bawl me
out, Miss Mallory. Please bawl
me out"
"Just keep on packing the girl
wobbled through her sobs. Get
Mr.. Alexander on the phone and
tell him to fly back. Find out if
Mr.. Patrick has picked up my
checks. And get the car creased
and ready to leave"
"Okey-dokey, Miss Mallory, but
I got only two hands. And please
stop that bawlin'. You're cuttin'
my heart out"
That was the way she felt her
self, Mallory realized. As if her
heart had been cut right out of
her. She felt as if death itself had
snatched Carlos from her and, in
a way, it was death. Death to love
and permanent one, for between
them We're insurmountable objects.
Prism worked frenziedly. So did
Mallory, between her fits of weep
ing. Yet it was after s. o'clock
when they pulled away from the
Montecito. Prism had taken care
of Carlos telephone call with,
She done flew outa town." and
a chain of, Il don't know, Sir"
Now she sat beside her mistress,
peering alternately at maps and
signposts. You amt headed right.
Miss Malloyr. You're goin' toward
Cuernavaca."
And Taxco. That's RI light,
Prism. That's where l want to
CO." She heard her. maid sigh as
if pleased.
The sun set when they were
little past Tlalpan. Dusk came
quickly, especially after La Gina,
where they began a drop of some
1000 feet. Something about the
scene seemed familiar to the girl.
1t was she realized, combination
of the dusk, the loneliness, the
rugged growth akin to that she
had seen while driving to Mon
terrey. But there was something
more, tuition
She slowed her car. Of course
that could be clump of tall BUSH
es up ahead of her. Nevertheless.
she pulled to the side of the road
and cut off her almost silent en-
CINE.
To her maid she said apoligeti-
cal1y, Prism, l feel like hysteri.
cal idiot, but that looks like car
down the road
T h Negroes peered ahead.
Miss Mallory, 1 think you done
had SO much worry and grief
you're seem things"
For some reason she turned and
looked through the back window
That looks like a car back that
away. too
Yes" agreed Mallory, gazing
in the same direction as Prism.
All right, I'll go on" She started
her engine and moved with slow
caution. But I'm not dashing into
anything this time"
Above the expensive purr of the
crawling machine the women
heard two shots, so close together
that they sounded like triumphant
double chords, like those used at
the end of symphonies. Lights
flashed on at the spot where NAL
lory had thought she saw an auto
mobile. Not bothering to brake,
Mallory whirled her dark car to
the left to head back toward Mexi-
co City,
"Oh-oh,' she gasped in a fright.
ened whisper, looks as if you
were right, Prism" Back of them
in the spot that Prism had men,
toned casually there also were
automobile lights.
''This is one time l amt carin'
bout bein' right, Miss Mallory.
Just let's get outa here"
THE car is so long, cried the
girl. With feverish haste she back
ed, yanxing at the steering wheel
to make the next forward turn
accomplish her purpose. Mean
while the car farther toward Tax
co had been making the same
maneuvers.
Doubtless a more adroit driver
vas back of it's wheel, for it
swerved easily and headed back
toward the city while Mallory
still struggled. AS if in a frozen
nightmare, she heard the screech-
ing brakes as the other machine