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KiGHT BIATHKVFLLE, (AUK.) COURIKR NKWS WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 193(T PHAPTER I ONIE 1 ,DUNDEE »tretclied out « long and rattier fine pair of Jen, regarding the pattern ot his dark'blua cocks with distinct satisfaction; then lie rested his black be*d with a tlgh of satisfaction •gainst the rich upbolilery ot nn armchair Dot at nil Intended fur bis use. His cheerful blue eyes turned at last—but not too lout' a last—to tbe small, upright figure tested nt a typewriter desk In the corner ot the office. "Good moralug, Punas," lie called out lazily, and waited eood-hu- muredly (or the ntorm to break. "Miss Craln-{9 yoii!" The fly- In; fingers did not itop an Instant, but Dundee noticed with glee that the eltm hick itiffencd even more rigidly and tint there was a decided toss of th« hrown head. "But Fenny Is so much more like you," Dumleo protested, unruffled. "And why should I be forced always to think of you as a long- legged bird, when ejen our mutual boss, District Atlofnuy William 3. Sanderson, baa the privilege uf calling yon yhtJt you lire—n bright Bud shlnini new penuy." "I've known Dili Sanderson since I wu born." the unseen Informed 1 him truculently, erim ne the unseen finders continued thnli fiercely staccato typing. "Ah! That erplntns a lot!" Dun dee 'conceded handsomely. "I just wondered, amidst all this bun ftomma-'of 'Bill 1 and 'Penny,'' wjiy : -I. only call .Mr. Sanderson 'illll when I forget!" the small crealuic defended herself sharply. "Ooinl ness knows-1 try to be an efficient private secretary! And I could be a lot ' more efficient If liuj strangers didn't plump themselves down In our best visitors' clialr ami try to flirt with me. I don't flirt! Dp you hear? I don't flirt with anybody!" ' "Flirt with you, you fimny lltlli Penny?" Dundee's voice wna a lit tie sad, the volcp ot a ranii who finds himself grievously inlsuuder stood. "I 'only want you' lo lll;e me, It,you can, and be a Hltfe iilr.o to -"me,, for after all I—" "Oh, : I know!" . I'cmiy L'rnln Jerked-.tbc finished letter frm.1 bu typewriter, and spun abiiut on lior chair, to face'him. "I know you are 'Mr. James F. Dundee, Special Inresllgatpr nrfacheY'lo tl:o olTlce of the District 'Attorney,' ami Hint you liare a rltfht to ilrlvo me crazy 11 you want to." y<7ra£|/!" Dundee woa genuinely amazed, coulrilc. "I beg your p.ir- don most humbly, Mis* (Jrr.In. I'll go back to my cell—" "Your office Is almost ns big ami lilco as this one," Penny retorted, but her sharp, bright brown eyes softened. • . . • • • THUNDER did not fall to nollc_ ^-'the softening, nor did tlie Hide heart-shaped face, wil!i its Inn wldow'a-p.enk/ Ila "straight, «hor nose, and its pointed little clitu falj to please him any more acutelj than on the 'other days of tho ont short week he had been privilege* at Intervals to gazo npnn It. "But the files arc in tills oftlci and—other things," he told her his blue eyes twinkling happil- once-more. •".-.' "Don't you lore touch my flic again!" Penny cried, springing li her feet and almost running t'owan the wall which was complete!; concealed by drawers, cabinets an shelves, filled with tho records o which she was tie srouii custodian piurdcrca'B'/iilc "dumnty" ql brldgt. "J'hut'a wiiy J eald Just now that district tUorr.ey's office? you wer« driving me crazy. Thurs- lay jrbu took a whole folder of correspondence out ot the letter files »nd put It buck under the nrong nltial." "I'm nwtully sorry. I shan't ouch your flics ncnin, Mlas Grain!" "Oh--go on and call me Fenny." shci conceded luiimtlently. "What lo you want roiv? And you •an g(t anything yon need oul or li:: lilcs if you'll jiift put llir older In tho bottom drawer of my desk. EO that I can "file It myself — coricclly!" "Tlmnk you, Penny!" Ilonnle )nnilce said gravely. "I'd like tin 1 - ully to luivo the -complete trail•script of 'Tho Statu versus Mil- glnly.' Mr. Sanderson la ilct'cr- nined lu' yet n canvlcthm where nur former' district nitovney most notoriously failed. Tho new trial comes ui> in two weeks, and ho vaiiis me to try to uncover a missing link of evidence." "I know," sho nodded, and itrctclicd her short, Blender body to imll down the two heavy volumes he. reiiulved. Without a by-your-lcavc, Special Investigator Dundee resumed his comfortable scat and laid Ibu first of tne volumes open upon* ills knees, lint ho did not seem to lake a great deal ot interest In tho Impaneling of jnrnis in tho cnse, ot one Ithtiis Magiuly. * • » DATHKR, his eyes followed I lie **• small, brisk figure of Mlas Penelope Crain, ns it moved about tho room, and his ears listened lo tho topping of her Krcnch becln . . French heels! Hadn't sho been wearing sensible, Cubnn-hcelcd Oxfords all other days ot this first week of bis "attachment" to th« nlng little thing, for all her thorn! ncs* and her sharpness with him which he now saw that ho had dc served, Pretty, too. Darned pretty! . . .. What coloi WES that dress of hers? . . Chartreuse, ilidn't they call It Chartreuse wlth'lilg brown dun li It. llct It was sleeveless under tha short Illllo jackcl ot Eolden-brpsvi chiffon velvet. By Jove—an Dundco lapsed Into one of'the'Jitig llsh-i»niii ho bad picked iin.'d liis «i.t mouths' work In Kugbni us a fyi'o lu fbe, records depaitmcn of Scotland Yard, before 'he Imi come lo Urimfit'ou to mako a liniii bio beginning as a cub reporter. "Of course! . Because..It's tiatnr ilny and you have tlie uttc: off!" Dundee finished his revcr! nluitil, -toUhe .astonishment ot Hi .nmnll portion trying to reach n III drawer just a little too high fo her. "I mean," ho Imsleutil to ci plain, "that I've'just noticed hoi beautiful yoiir costume is, an found a reason for It." 'Micro was sudden color In th creamy fnco and Penny mil dn\v abruptly lu lief swivel chill reached nci-uss' tho iminaculat desk, snatched up n morning p;ipe and tossed it, without a glance, I her tormentor's general dlrcclloi "Page three, column two, Horn," fibe informed him. liunnlo Dundco grinned Iniln gpnlly as ho opened The llutiiiltfi Morniny jVcirj. "Ah! My old friend, tho 'so'r.tet cdlU'osf, 1 in her very best styk- ho commented, as he began to rcn aloud: "'.Mrs. Juanlta Scllm. r.eu- ar cbttrmliig member, is entcrlalnli tli< Forsyte Alumnai- Drldsc Cli thu afternoon, luncheon tjfcrl at Ice exclusive new vtjr luu on Sheridan Head.—' "I've, read It—and- I'm busy, *n nit up!" Penny comiimiulc-d. Quito meekly, llotinle Dundcu ibfthicil lulu n stloni pcrnsai pf i Hem l:o was suro could h:\vo > possible Interest for tilinnelt, (i\ '(her a pcrsoual or professional i|»ndly, nulc-fis Penny's name was i it somewhere: "—after which the jolly parly of mini; mat ions and maids will nd- win In Jim. Benin's delightful HUD In the PrliurosQ Meadow; Ad. Illon." lie chuckled, ami dari'ri iuleniii'l tho high Importance |K)lnl lug-up pencils. "T any, nit's funny, Isn't It? ... Trim- oso Me.idowH Addition'!" • ' "I don't think it'll funny," lV:ii- y nlorli:d roldly. "It KU luipticiis ml my mother named It. flint my itlinr wunl into bankruptcy- trying iinko n i;0 "f It, nnd that '.Mrs. itn'n ih'ili'.hlfnl home 1 was built i ho nur liuine, and In wlili'h wn j •ero foilimnlc ciioiiKh in llvu only wn moiilhn hernia dm cnisli ! ami 1 ," . . . I /"\II!" Ilumlcn Eroriueil. "Penny. | *•' I'ennj! I'm dreadfully sor. i "Sin,I 1111!" nho ordered, but her - ilc« was biiMkler tlmn ev.ur with cars. v' ' ;•'. Dum1i'ii'n now thoroughly Inter- sk'd eyrg raced down the column. "Although not an nliinina (it Ihnt niiions nnd snlci-t fchnnl fin' nil I?, i;ylcnir-tlic llnilson. crmlmillnu rum whli-h iilncca'liny llnmllton girl In the very linic-r ulivlu nt lamiiiou Knclely. Mm. Kellm lius lecu closely lili'iilillcd with Hie >nl, havitig for ilin pa^l tuo rs directed nnd staged T i 'nrftyte'f auniml pby which u-:hC!9 In I he Casler viicatlon. "Indeed It was Mm. Si'lliii 1 ? rn nai-kable sncress with fills ypiir'i ihiy which caused .Mrs. Puter .Huh- iip, long lutcTcslcd In n i.Ufle Theater for Hiuiilllon. in Induce be lic:iiiiifiil and i-liai iniiu; i.'iiiig llrcclrers lo return lo Hamilton ivllli litr. "Lovely 'iXilii' vv;i-i (.-iL'ii.Ml In cmhernhi]! a toii]iEj:Lii ngo, \v!ii n i vacancy ni-rurn'il. dni< in tho u-.-i- ignation of .Miss Alice Hnmiiliroy. wlin has ijune abioiid for a ycni-'.s slndy In the Smlx>:inu. 'I'lu.. two I* clnh IHIW luiliiuvs: ,Mn»ilnmi>f gn Marshall. Tracey A. Mi<t'.s, Peler Dunlap. .loiiu C. 'llralio. .fiui nita Hellm, nnd Mlrsi-s Polly 1 Scale. Cr.iin." liiiidiio b.v.i-rcd the paiicr m:.1 fed :il thu proliL- of Dlslrhf ,\[- lurncy KiiiHlersiurK private eei-if tnry. Ko she was a "society gh-]." n "iMiisyle" Klrl! Was lh.il Hie rensiiu. pci'Iiaps, why plio liad he:ii. so (horny wllh him, a mere "die!.';' Uul there was more, anil he rc.-n! on: "As is well known. I he 'girls'- have their 'hen lislil' bridge luiicj. cou every S:iturd:iy afternoon fro:n; the first of October to the first •«.(, June, and n hrldgc dinner. In which mere mon arc graciously in- rhiilcd. rvcry Wcdiicsdny evening dnrli;g the season. ,Mr. ami Mis. Traccy A. Jlllea are scheduled ad nest Wednesday's host nml ho.-f- ess." "I Inka off i.iy l.rit lo your 'E,I- ctoty cdllrrss,'" l)nhil.:c commented with false cheerfulness, wlini l:o had laid Hie paper dark ii[inu Penny's desk. "She iv.alira halt n column ot Ibis ono Ilrm in wbni ninsl ho a mc.iscr Saturday hiinrli of 'Society Notes.' then writes It all over again, In tho past ten.:e, for an equally mengcr Monday r.,1- umu. . . . j.lko bi-Iilgo, Misi Cralnr' A/ANNE AUSTIN / Q.u.tn.or of j "THE BLACK PIGEON* "THE AVENGING PARROT* * MURDEP-BACKSTAIRS" © i93o bt/ i\/£A\ SERVICE, //vc. pKNN'V innlrhed up tho ]>nper and crushed It Into her waste haskel. "1 ilo! And 1 like my pld fi lends, even If I am not able, unan rl.illy to kec-p up with them. . . . If dial's why you've suddenly decided lo flop bctug—comrades." "Pleaso forgive me again, Penny." lie begged gently. "You thought I was a 'snclcty Kirl.' i>laylug at work." she accused him 1 as uecuralely ns If she had read his mind. "I'm not! 1 was born Into that crowd, and 1 atll) \\e\aas to it. because all o! them nrc my real friends, but tet this into your thick Scotch-Irish head, Mr. Dundee!—I'm worklnp uecfume I have to. nnd—and because I lore II. loo, aud because. 1 waut to learn to make enough hefofe I'm many ytarB older to give mother 601110 of the things she's missing no dreadfully Blnce—since my father failed and—and ran away." "Jtan away?" Dundee echoed In- creCi'.lously. How could any man ' deter' a daughter like tliiu!" "Yes, run away!" sli« repealed fiercely. "I might as well tell you Plenty of others will be willos lo. as soon as they know yo'i are—my friend. , . . As I "*J you. my father.—J used to call him Dad—" and her »olco broka— "my father went bankrupt, but be- Inre the courts l;ncw It be had sent tome scrnrltlc.i to- a—to a womqn In Xev. York, and when Jie—lvlt'tin, he ivrjit to iH-r. liccause he left niiiiin'r a noto saying 60. Ills defrauded creditors here have tried tu—(ti rulcli him, hut they haven't —yel-" Very gently Huniile Dundee took thesniiill li.ii:d that was distractedly ruiupliiu; Hie hrown waves which sn-ejit l;r:c!t from the wldow'n-pcuk T.-htch mado her forehead so irresistible. It Iny flutterltif! In his Mg?er palm for a moment, then Eimlclicd ItBClf away. "1 won't have you feeling sorry for me!" she cried angrily. "Who owns your—tho Primrose Moadows house uow . . . Mrs. Selim?" he asked. " 'Tlio lovely Nila'?" Her voice wns srorntul. "No. Slie rents it from Judge lingo Marshall—or is riippoECd to pay him rent." she added with a' trace of malice. "liu- ",o Is an old 'darling, but h* in fearfully \vcak where prcliy women are concerned. Nila Selim bad known lingo In New York—somehow— aril as snoii as I,ols—Mrs, Dunlap, I ii:e.iii —had got Nila off the train. Hie snanger in our midst hied lier- j self 10 Hugo's office and lie's been t.ii^inc, rftcr her ever since. . Thijui;li most of tile men' in our crowd an- as bad or worse thali poor nhl lingo. How Karen keeps on !onl:ini; so blissfully hapjiy—" "Knrcn?" Dundee interrupted. '1711 IIS HUGO MARSHALL," she 1 '- ! - t.\|d:iiued Impatiently. "Kar en mm]'.} lier debut a year ago this !:isi winter—a ilarllng of a girl Judge Marshall—retired judge, you know—had hccu proposing to the prettiest girl in each season's crop of debts for the last 20 years, am Hugo must have been the rnos nonplussed 'perennial bachelor who ever led a grand march when Karen suappc-il him up. . . . f/>vc him—actually! And they've been blissfully happy ever since. . . A baby Iwy three months old," sh concluded In her laconic, style Then, ashamed: "I don't know wb I'm gossiping liko this!" "Because, you can't find anothc blessed Fcrap of work to dn, yo llttlo cflictcucy fleud," Dunde laughed. "Come on! Gossip som more. My Maginly case will wal till aftcrcoo>, to bo mulled ove earned salary at bridge wllh rich women." "We don't play for high slakes." she corrected' him. "Just a twentieth of a'cent a point.'thnush contract can run lut'j money even at that. The winnings all go lo tin; Forsyte Scholarship Fund. On Wednesday evenlngi the crowd plays for higher slakes—a tenth— and winners keepers. Therefore I can't afford to go, unless I sink so low us lo lef my escort pay my losses—which I sometimes do," she confessed, her brown head low for a moment. "Is this Mrs. IMer Dunlap n deep-bosomed club woman, who starts Movements?" be asked, niuro to bring her out of her depression than anything else. "Hither and Dctler Duhlrs Muvunciils. and Homes fur Knlleu Girls, and Mttlc Theater Movements?" The brown head (lung Itself tip mrply, and the brown eyes hard- ned Into bright pennies iRaiu I.ois Is tho sweetest, finest, most ofiifortablc woman in Hiimllton, nd 1 adore her—as dr.t-s ereryonc Ise, Peter Dunlap hanlly more ion l.hc rest of us. She ft Inicr- sfcd In a Little Theater for llaru- Ion, .but she won't manage It. 'hat's why she got holil ot Nita ellm. I.ols will simply put up arrals of money, without missing tiem. and give a grand job to n ttle Hroailway gold-dEggc-r. l-'nnuy hlng Is, she really delights in iita. Thinks she's sweet and lias lever had a real chance." "And what do you tliink?' Dun !eo asked softly. "Oh—I suppose I'm a cat, hut 1 an see through her clearly. Not hat she's- bad; she's simply 'Pportunist. She's awfully sweet nnd deferential and 'frank' with women, hilt with men — well, she j Imply tucks her head so thai her ilaelc curls fall forward enchant!ng- y, gives tlieni one wistful smile nit of her hlg eyes that are like )lack punsies and—the clink of Hugo to linish It up for her. It looks," she added with n shrug, 'as if Xlta will get what she wants —as usual." "And Ralph lias acquired a set of Elate chains?" Dundee suggested, wllh just the slightest uote of sympathy. "And how! Penny assured him grimly. "A simile as out-of-date as my clothes aru going to he if I don't get EoniD new ones soon. Not that the crowd minds what I wear," she added loyally. "1 could dress up In a window drape—" "And be just as charming as you ro in that grand jiew party dress you have on now/' Dundee finished for her gallantly. "Now!" Penny snorted and turned back to her desk In a futile effort to find eoincthiug left undone. Dundee Ignored Ihc rebuff. "How many suckers—1 mean, how many gentlemen with modci-ato ir.comes actually built In Pi-lmvoso Mead- ov;s?" "You tire inquisitive, aren't you? . . . Kone! Our house, or rather (ho one Nita Stlim is living in now, is tho only house on what used to bo a big farm. . Why?" . Now go on and lavo chains! lilnk I'm catty, which 1 Enjipose fim!" [JOXN1E DUNDEE grinned at her reassuringly. Not for him to explain Hint practically all women "I was just wondering," Dundee said Eoflly, almost absent-mindedly, "why the 'lovely Nita' chose Isolated a placo In which to live, when Hamilton has rather a large number ot 'For Kent' signs out just now. ... By the- way, know wlmt lima It la now? . . . Twenty to one. (Jet your hat on, youug wo man. I'm going to drive you oul to Breakaway Inn." "You're sot! I'm going to take a bus. One runs from the Square right past the !r.n," ehe told" him firmly. • • • AXD just as firmly Dundee ^* escorted her out of the almos descried, rather dirty old court house to where his brand-new sports roadster was awaiting then in tho parking spaco devoted io tin motors of those who ofliclnlly served Hamilton county. "1 know why you want to me out to the Iru]," Penny told hln suddenly, as the proud o'.vne maneuvered his car through Silur day DOOII trallic. "You waut to se N'ita Sellm. Clank! Clank! 1 cai and many men found themselves hear the padlocks snapping oa th 'gossiping" wiicu he led tbeai on s ] ave c ii a | ]ls right now." adroitly, for reasons of tits ^ Which helped mako him tho excel- 1 lent detective he was. of course. | ' '"Ho all the men in ynur crowd I liave fallen for Nita Si-lira, hiivc! they?" I "Practically all. In varying de- 1 grees, except Peter Dnr.hip, who lia:; never looked at another woman since be was lucky enough to get I.ois, and Clive Hammond, who's engaged to Polly Eealc," Penny answered reluctantly, her color high. "Including your young man?" "I haven't a 'young man.' in the sense of being engaged." Penny retorted, then added honestly: "I been letting Ralph Hammond —that's Olive's brother, you know — tako jue about a good dtal. . . . Ralph nnd Clive have plenty of money," she defended herself hastily. -I hey are architccls, Clive being the head of the firm and Italph, who hasn't been out ot college EO long, a junior partner. It was the Hammond lirm that drew up the plans for my father's Primrose Meadows Addition houses. He had our house built as a sort of show-place, you know, so Hint prospective builders out there could see how artistic- a homo could he put up for a moderate sum of money. But he didn't quite finish even that "Mcnw!" Dundee retorted, the grinned down r.t her with as muc comradely affection as it tjicy.ra heeji friends for years Instead o for a couple of hours. "Is Nit very small?" ho added. "Little enough to titclr bersc under the ami of n man a lo shorter than you," Penny assure iiim with curious vehemence. "An If Penelope Crain is no mea prophet, that's exactly what she' do within live minutes after si meets you—>ust as sho is wistfull inviting you to join tho other me for the cocktail party which scheduled to break up the bridg gams at five-thirty. Then, course, you'll bo urged to join i all at the diuner-daiicc. at the- Cou try Club tonight." "Will she?" Dundee prcter.de to bo vastly intrigued, which cause the remainder of the drlva to he aiitly. "And Nlti Belim,As Dundee helped bli new trtend '. alight his cyos wer» un(m the wo wos-ricu being assisted by a' nlformed chauffeur - from Lola uulap's limousine. In a moment tho four were a ughlng, exclamatory group. "Oh, what a tall man you've got mrself, Penny darling!" the liny, cautiful creature which could only 6 Mrs. Selim cried out happily. Ifoy I meet him?" "I shouldn't let you," Pcnuy nswered frankly, "but I will "rs. Scllm, Mr. Dundee. . . . And !rs. Dunlap, Mr. Dundee. . ow are you, Lois? And Pcler an. ho brats?" "All well. Fenny. Petey's oil week-end fishing trip, andj no of the brats 1ms measles, et fever or hay fever," DiJ card Mrs. Dunlap say In tho ortable, affectionate voice ent wllh her comfortable, ut face ami body. . . , lan! • • • JUT bis eyes were o! ncci •^* upon Nita. Scllm, for miniature Venus was, as Pennl redlcted, almost lucked undel nn by this time, her black-pip yes wide and wistful, her fln.r., soft lack curls falling forward as she coaxed: "You'll come to the cocktail purty :t my house'at 5:30, won't you, Jr. Dundee?" " "Afraid I cau'I make It," Dundee milcd down at her. "Pin a busy, man, Mrs. Selim. . . . You see. I'm pecial investigator attached in the district attorney's office." iip explained very deliberately. "0-o-oh!" ' js'ita Selim breathed, "heu, step by step, she withdrew, as sho retreated, Jjuudco'e keen eyes noted a hardeuing ot the eyes, the sudden throbbing of a pulse in her very white neck. . .'. "Xo. don't mind about calling tor rje," Penny protested a mnmcm later. "Ralph has already volun- Decree!.-. . . Thanks awfully!" As Dundee hacked out i,r Hit driveway his last glance was for a. very small figure In a brown silk summer coat and palest yellow chiffon frock, slowly rejoining Penelope Crain and Lois Dunlap. What the devil had frightened her so? For she had been alumni terrified. . . . Ot course she might ha one of those silly women whc shudder at the sight of a detective, because- they've, smuggled in n diamond from Paris or a bottle of nacardi from Havana. . . . Ilut long before, his car made the distance back to the city Dundee had shrugged off the riddle and was concentrating on all the facti ho knew regarding the Maglntj case. It was his first real nssigu- ment from Sanderson, and he was determined to make good. Four hours later he w.is Interrupted in his careful reading of the trial of ItuEus Maginly by the ring- ' Ing of tho telephone- hell. Thai. mado four times he hn.d had to snap out tho fact that District At- •" torney Sanderson was playing some well-earued golf at the Cour.lry Club, Dundee reflected angrily. But the call was for him. And the voice on the other end ot the rather silent one, due to Penny's 1 wire was Penny Grain's, although unrcspousivcncss. Breakaway Inn was intensely Spanish in architecture and transplanted shrubbery, but its stucco walls were ot a rather more violent raspberry color than Is considered Quite esthetic in Spain or Mexico. '"There's Lois Dunlap's car just driving up," Penny cried, her face soflcning with the adoration she — left half tho gabled top story un- hcd freely professed for her friend. urged. "What's tint . . Good Lord! You sav alninsl unrecognizable. "Speak more slowly. Penny!" Dundco again? . that .N'ita Selim—" After a minute of listonins. un-J P. promise of Instant ohcrlieuce, Dundee hung up tho receivur. "My God!" ho Bald slowls blankly. "Of all things— murder a'. Again Tomorrow Mrs. Dougan, Domestic Science Expert and Famous Lecturer, will tell you more of the intricacies of Cookery at the Courier News Free Cooking School

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