The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1945-01-12
Miqnon Q. EDerhart
by

eyelashes she shot a demanding
glance toward her brother Nicky,
who looked into his cup for an in
slant and said, 81 wonder what
Drue wants"
Maud Chiyery made . little
shushing motion with one brown
claw but glanced eagerly at Conrad.
THAT is not a name or AleXia
wish 10 hear uttered in this house."
said Conrad with really astonishing
command and dignity.
Nicky's elegant face and small
crimson mouth looked feetingly a
little ugly; but he lifted his cup
again without replying.
Rather abruptly said that had
TO get back to my patient and Peter
Huber Strengthened suddenly, put
down his cup and said something po-
lite to Alexia. She didn't look at
Peter as she nodded to his polite
murmur; then he walked across the
hall beside me and started up the
great STAR way With ulu.
At the curve | glanced down.
Alexia was sitting perfectly still in
her great chair, her crimson suit
spot of rich, soft color, her pearls
rejecting a rosy glow from the fire.
Her head was bent little thought
fully, and there was in her face
again. despite its indubitable beau
ny, a hint of underlying cruelty.
Then looked at Nicky and saw
exactly the same thing, a subtle, in
defnable twist of his red mouth, a
brooding quality in the soft repose
Of his face something cruel.
Maud Chivery's dark little face
twisted over her white stock TO
watch US go up the stairway. Then
we went above the landing and could
no longer see the silent group below
Peter Huber was still with me
when | turned along the corridor
toward my patients room. Once
we had passed beyond earshot of
those in the hall below, he said,
Wait a minute, Miss-Nurse I'd
like to talk to you. 1t won't take a
moment. Here's a chair"
Well, suppose it could have been
called that, although it had almost
certainly been culled from one of
the bigger and better medieval tor
ture chambers. A bulbous-legged
cupid leered at me from a dark tap
estry across the opposite wall, and
Peter Huber asked, as he going to
die?"
81 hope not. l don't think So"
He was a nice-looking fellow, as
I've said; very blond and very big
but not so boyish as my first impress
sion led me to believe. He was tan
ned as Craig Brent was tanned.
There were fine lines around his
large blue eyes and around his
squarish mouth; his features were
large and rather blunt, his hair
curly and strengthening. He had
rather good hands, long and muscu-
lar and was dressed IN very British
tweeds but was not British, al
though there was a slight flavor Of
something European about him /;
perhaps it was his enormous polite
ness. Anyway, he looked cat me
earnestly and worriesly, and said
Has he told you who shot him? I'm
sure he knows
Telling Peter Huber the things
Craig had said was not like telling
Conrad Brent. Conrad was Craig's
father; besides. he was in a posi-
ton of authority.
at was accident" replied dis
creetly. "He was cleaning a gun"
Peter Huber looked straight at
me. I'm the garden" he said after
a moment. AT night-no, Nurse.
What really happened"
| got up. "You should know more
about it than |. I've got TO get back
TO him now"
Butch, all right" He walked
to the door and put his hand on the
doorknob. 81 won't bother you" he
said, smiling n little, "but If | can
do anything -"
Thank YOU" He glanced in the