The Wilmington morning star., 1947-07-05
94e. BY Agatha Christie Monowen Distributed by King Feoivre. Syndicate

Very well. She's just the same
as ever" Nudge smiled a little.
More So
'Ye-es." Sir Henry drew on his
pipe. He said unexpectedly:
Sometimes, you know, Nudge,
I get worried about Lucy"
"Worried?" Nudge looked a.
him in surprise. "Why?"
Sir Henry shook his head.
Lucy" he SAID, doesn't re-
alize that there are things that
she can't do"
Nudge stared. He went on:
"She gets away with things.
She always has," He smiled.
She's flouted the traditions of
Government House - she's played
merry heck with precedence at
dinner parties (and that, Nudge,
IS a black crime!). She's put dead
ly enemies next tc each other at
the dinner table, and run riot owe
the color question: And instead of
.aising one big almighty row and
setting everyone at loggerheads
and brining disrace on the Brit
ish Raj-I'm darred if she hasn't
got away with it! That trick of
ners-Smiling at people and look
ms as though she couldn't help
it! Servants are the same. she
gives them any amount of trouble
and they adore her."
81 know what you mean" said
Nudge thoughttully. Innings that
you wouldn't stand from anyone
else, you feel are all right il Lucy
does them. What is it, I wonder?
Charm? Magnesium"
Sir Henry shrugged his Shout
ders.
"She's always been the same
from a girl-only sometimes l feel
it's growing on her.. I mean
that she doesn't realize that there
ere limits. Why, l really believe,
Midge," he said amused, that
Lucy would feel she could get
away with murier!"
Henrietta got the Delage out
from the garage in the News, and
after a wholly technical converse
ton with her frierd Albert, who
looked after the Delage's health,
she started of.
Running a treat, Miss" said
Albert.
Henrietta smiled. She shot away
Gown the News, savoring the un-
failing pleasure she always felt
when setting off in the car alone.
She much preferred to be alone
when driving. In that way she
could realize to the full the init
mate personal enjoyment that
driving a a brought to her.
She enjoyed her w skill in
traffic, she enjoyed nosing out
rev short cuts out Of London. She
had routes of her own and when
driving in London itself had as
intimate a knowledge of its streets
as any taxi drive.
She now took her own newly
discovered way southwest. turning
and twisting through intricate
mazes of suburban streets.
When she finally came to the
long ride of Shovel Down it was
half past twelve. Henrietta had al
ways loved the view from that
particular place. She paused now
just at the point where the road
began to descend. All around and
below her were trees, trees whose
leaves were turning from gold to
brown. 1t was a world incredibly
golden and splendid in the strong
autumn sunlight.
Henrietta thought. I love au-
tumn. It's SO much richer than
spring.
And suddenly one o. those mo-
ments of intense happiness came
to her-a sense of the loneliness of
the world-of her own intense en-
joyment of that world.
She thought, l shall never be as
happy again as / am now .
never.
She stayed there a minute, gaz-
ing out over that golden world
that seemed to swim and dissolve
into itself, hazy and blurred with
its own beauty.
Then she came down over the
crest Of the hill, down through the
woods, down the long steep road
to The Hollow.
(To Be C0ntinued)