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MONDAY, OCTOBER 21, 1946 THE DAILY TIMES-GAZETTE ¢ PACE FIVE © baad aad aod a od a od a od aod a od) . SYNOPSIS Ginnie en loses r way " and seeks shelter armhouse. to London, where they live with their uncle and aunt, Dick and Lou Fosdyke. Later, Kit is mother, Lady Mary, to invite the young or a week-end at their home, Wanders- lay. At dinner Jerry learns of his hostesses' black pearls. He com- lains of a headache and goes fo Bea. Kit accompanies Ginnie to Jerry's door. CHAPTER VII Kit and Ginnie stood outside Jerry's door. A metal holder con- tained a card on which his name was written: "Mr. Riven." Gently, she tapped. There came no an- swer. Slowly, she opened the door. In the firelight, the room could be seen quite clearly. So could the occupant of the bed. Je lay, a little curled up, his head low on the pillow. Because she loved him and would like to see him once more tonight, she slipped off her shoes. Swiftly, she crossed the room. Smiling, she stooped to look at him-- He was not there at all. She nearly cried out. A second ssed, and thought came flooding ack. St ose the garetally arrang ummy was a joke-- Jerry's joke. She turned to the tall, half-seen figure that watched her from the door. Her lips had parted to say "Come and see--" and then she remembered that Jerry didn't like his jokes inter- fered with. She said nothing. She tiptoed back to the door. And carefully Kit closed it behind them. 'He was asleep, I suppose?" he asked. Ginnie nodded, as if not actually to speak would make her answer less untrue. One didn't like tell- ing a lie to Kit Stone. She was ave as they descended the stairs. he felt discomfort at the memory of that dummy in Jerry's bed. It didn't, somehow, seem funny, Kit laid his hand on the draw- ing room door. He smiled down at her. She looked up at him but she didn't smile back. Her in- secure brief moments of happiness were ended. Next morning, however, she no longer felt that shadow. A fire had been lighted before she woke, The clock on the chimney piece showed the hour to be quarter past nine. She had dressed slowly, stretching about the room like a cat. She had seen her host, a half hour since, stroll at the edge of the lake, Belle at his heels. She pulled on her nut-brown jersey. She belted her thin waist with a broad leather strap. She ave a last flick to her hair and, umming a little tune, stepped out into the passage. And there was Jerry, not too punctual either, coming out of his bedroom. "Oh, Jerry, is your headache gone?" "Yes. Quite. Thanks." But he had, she thought, an un- rested air, as if he hadn't slept much. "You look tired," she said. He smiled. "Don't fuss, kid." They came out into the gallery that ran.round two sides of the hall. They began to descend the stairs. "Jerry, what were you doing last night when you | put that dummy in your bed?" His hand shot out. He seized her wrist, wrenching her round, "You little fool!" he said. = Her twisted wrist was an agony. His face, blazing white with such ter- ror as was almost hatred, was thrust into hers. "Darn you! Shut up!" She sank back against the wall. A footman appeared in' the hall below. Before the man could glance up, Jorty's face was gentle, along, e, we're pret late," he said. » We're Pretty Vacantly, she gazed at him. He took her bruised and trembling hand. Her feet stumbled on the easy stairs. If he had released her she would have stood there, « blindly wavering, uncertain, stun- ned. They crossed the hall to- gether. The servant had disap- peared through a swing door. Out- side the dining room Jerry paused. He gave her a shake. "Buck up, can't you? My God--you'll have to learn--smile!" From somewhere she d ed' up a stiff little smile, The oe had opened. "Ah, here they are." The jaulet voice ig Shep host fell r ears and on her hea "Good morning." i, The boy and girl entered the dining room. A laughing chorus greeted them. "How's your head, Young Ran?" azited Lady Mary.' i you sleep well?" Kit Swe asked Ginnie. e n umbly. She gave him a silly smile. Sry, aye looked round for her place at table. It was, it seemed, beside him. She hardy saw him. It was as if the cold of the winter morn- lay over her mind and heart, and they were frozen, * =» The little red sports car fled like a meteor on its way to Lon- don. Ginnie hadn't looked at the road or, if she had, she had seen nothing. She had seen only Jerry's face as it had been in that one wild flash on the stairs at Wan- derslay. So like a dream . . . it might have been a dream, only that her. wrist still hurt her, She felt strangely tired; perhaps from the effort of being so bright |. at breakfast. Spurred by fear she had indeed "bucked up" through the meal, through the "good-byes", too. And now as the car swerved, skidding a little round an island, nh PN Las das das dad acd pod aod aod bod she remembered how when Jerry took the Wheel, Kit Stone had said to him, not laughing, "Look here; don't risk your necks on the way " "No fear--not with one sum- mons pending" Jerry had grinned cheerily, boyishly. And it was perhaps there that the heart of one's terror lay; first that hideous moment on the stairs and then the lightness and the brightness. In the hour and three-quarters since they left Wanderslay Jerry had spoken only once, when her bewildered misery had risen in tears. Slowly, those tears had fallen. Furtively, she had reached for her handkerchief. 'She had supposed, concentrated on ~ his driving, he wouldn't notice. But sharply the words had come: "Oh, my God--must you cry?" Through the choking in her throat, she had said, "You see, I-- I don't understand--" "But you will." And the unexpected fone had struck her to stillness. She had glanced round at him and if, in- stead of her brother, with his loved face and reckless hands, she had found a stranger beside her, it would in that moment hardly have surprised her. She didn't speak again. It was only in her thoughts that she said to him: Jerry--don't you care any more if I'm unhappy? And a thou- sand memories of childhood, of happiness together, thronged her mind with almost the vividness of fever, If Jerry were to--to stop caring for her, she was done; un- armored against the world. Seated quietly beside him, her hands lay in her lap, she knew that. For she would never cease to love him. And could she ever cease to be proud of his fire. his looks, his charm? Swiftly, the miles passed. Not so swiftly, the minutes before, after endless nosing through traf- fic, Bellage's Hotel reared its facade before her. Neatly, Jerry drew up under the glass portico. The liveried man sprang to open the door of the car. Another man would deal with the luggage. A third would drive the car round to the hotel garage. Together she and Jerry passed through the re- volving door. The familiar atmos- phere of a luxury hotel assailed her, How different from the scent of the hall at Wanderslay. That was a mixture of potpourri, polish, leather, lavender. . . . Ginnie felt a sensation that was like home- sickness. 'And what right had she to homesickness for Wanderslay, where she had spent forty-eight hours? 'It was ridiculous! The hall was rather empty. There were some Americans. There were two foreign attend- ants upon a foreign Royalty who was staying at the hotel. There was a plain woman and her very plain daughter; and that was nearly all. A. page approached Jerry as he made his handsome way, followed by the glance of the plain daughter, toward the lift. "Mr. Riven, sir," said the page. "Well?" said Jerry. "There's two men to see you, sir--the police--" Behind Jerry Ginnie saw two large men approach. They wore fawn raincoats, large boots. - She turned to Jerry-- He was watching, in a great mirror, the men as they advanced. His face was like paper--a sick white. It wore for an instant a kind of savage grin. That instant was like a blow on her heart. She didn't know why, nor who had struck it; nor did she understand anything. But her terror this morning and the look in Jerry's eyes now were some- how spun together in her mind. "Mr. Riven?" "Yes, officer?" said Jerry of the smooth, untroubled face. "Were you the driver of a car-- No. BYL 6777--proceeding on Fri- day, the twenty-first, down--" Just a ®speed cop", Ginnie, watching Jerry's hand unclench itself, passed on into the lift. The lift man smiled at her in greeting. She didn't notice him. There was a seat in the lift. She had never used it. She used it now. The gates shut with a clang. The lift shot upwards. She stared at the floor. Funny, almost as if he were beside her she could hear Kit Stone's voice: "Well, Ginnie, have you enjoyed your country week-end?" He had said it after he had said good night. That was yesterday, before she had stepped into any nightmare. She could see, now, his long brown fingers on the knob of 'the drawing room door, (To be continued) GET RUSSIAN CONTRACT Belfast--(CP)--The Russian gov- ernment has placed contracts valu- ed at more than £100,000 ($400,000) with a Belfast engineering firm. The contracts are in connection with the Soviet Union's third Five Year Plan and the equipment is for boiler plate for powtr stations. International Women Have Say In World Affairs Pan-Pacific Women's Associations: Miss Faye Stephenson, national president C.1.O. auxiliary; Mrs. Mara Kavavariati, UNRRA, Greece; Miss Asta Stene, university professor of Oslo, Norway; Mrs. Lindsay O'Connor, hostess, immediate past president of New York state federation of women's clubs, of Hobart, N.Y.; Mrs. J. 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