SATURDAY. JUNE 21, 1930
PAGE SIX
THE CAPITAL JOURNAL. SALEM, OREGON
By Harold Cray
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LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE FuK J-'pm Ahead
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Chapter 13
TROUBLED THOUGHTS
Clarice unwillingly disentangled
herself from Brynmor'a anna.
"Who on earth can It be?"
"Did you ask any other fellow to
meet you here tonight?" Brynmor
asked auspicoualy.
She ahook her bead. "Of course
I didn't."
'WWell go together and ee who
it ii," he said decisively "And I
tell you frankly, whoever it Is, I'm
going to give him to understand
that you're my property from now
on." !
Arm In arm they walked across
the floor. I
Lorna Grey whispered to Clarice,
"I don't know who the fellow Is. I
left him In the dining room."
The visitor rose aa they entered
the room. Clarice knew at a glance
that she never had seen him before.
Be was a short, squatty man, with
a penetrating glance under his
bushy eyebrows.
"Pardon me for troubling you like
this, Miss Day." he began. "I
wouldn't except that the matter Is
urgent. Mr. Ricardl of the Emerald
Dragon told me I should find you
here."
"Yes?" Clarice raised her daintily
plucked eyebrows.
"There was a robbery at the club
tonight. You may have heard of
it."
"I hadn't heard. How dreadful!"
Clarice exclaimed. "Tell me about
it."
The man cleared his throat.
"Well, the safe in Mr. Ricardl 's
private offloe was broken Into. It
must have occurred when he was
introducing a new dancing troupe
for the cabaret. That's the only
time he was out of his office. Tills,
we feel, rather Indicates the thief
had inside information. Besides
the money, which was considerable,
some valuable jewelry belonging to
his wife was stolen."
That's terrible." Clarice said.
But what can I do about It?"
"As soon as the theft was discov
ered, Mr. Ricardl called the police."
the man resumed in unemotional
tones. "I'm a plain clothes man
and they put me on the Job. Now I
was wondering, Miss Day, If you
noticed any strangers hanging
about the club tonight?"
"I don't remember seeing any
one," Clarice replied. "You see.
officer," she flashed him a smile, "I
didn't pay much attention to any
one new at the club tonight. I was
eager to get away so I might come
on to the party."
"Quite understandable, Miss Day.
I'm sorry to have troubled you."
He was about to depart when Bryn
mor Interposed.
"Can I get you a drink before you
go. officer?" i
The man smiled. "Well, picking
up Information is thirsty work.
Thanks, sir, I don't mind if I do."
While he sipped a whiskey and
soda, Brynmor talked with him.
"I don't suppose you may have
any theories as to whom may have
turned the trick? I frequently go
to the Emerald Dragon myself."
'Well, sir, we always have our
pet theories. Judging by the way
tills little show waa carried out. it
looks as if a West End crook, now
on parole, one we called 'Gentle
man Freddy', may have had some
thing to do with It. His specialty
used to be night clubs."
The mention of the name "Gen
tleman Freddy" stirred a singular
response in Brynmor's mind. He
had a vision of Freddy Mason whom
he liad met in Clarice's flat the
night of the raid. Instinctively he
had disliked the fellow. It was an
noying that the chap was Clarice's
cousin especially in view of his
engagement to her.
"I'd like to meet this 'Gentleman
Freddy," Clarice laughed after the
detective had gone. "He sounds a
romantic sort of crook. I dton't feel
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like shedding tears because some
one has helped themselves to the
contents of Rlcardl's sale. He's as
much of a robber as any of 'em.
Look at the prices he charges for
champagne 1"
As lite party continued, Brynmor
was conscious of a certain depres
sion. This night should nav been
the happiest of bis life. Wasn't he
engaged to Clarice Clarice, the
idol of London night life?
Yet when Lonia Grey, climbing
onto some man's shoulder's, an
nounced their engagement, the
thrill he had anticipated was curi
ously absent. He thanked them, of
course, acknowledged the cheer that
greeted the news, but he did so in
platitudes from which he hadxrt
the wit to escape.
Clarice raised herself on tip-toe
to whisper, "Embarrassed, darling?
. . . ru dance. That should quiet
them."
Wild enthusiasm greeted her sug
gestion. A floor space was cleared
and Clarice danced. Her black
satin aaudals seemed scarcely to
touch the floor.
Brynmore watched, but be didn't
see her clearly. He saw, instead.
the long white face of Freddy
Mason. And In the back of his
mind. Bounded those last words he
had overheard the fellow saying to
Clarice: "Remember what I told
you. Clary. You've no alternative.
You've got to consent."
What the devil had he meant?
Clarice herself mentioned his
name as they drove home in a taxi.
"I must write and tell Freddy,
you know Freddy Mason, my
cousin, about our engagement," she
said. "He will be so pleased. He
liked you tremendously that night
you met. I had a letter from his
today."
"Isn't be in town?" Brynmor
asked quickly.
"Didn't you know?' I thought
I'd told you. He's over In Paris,
having no end of a gay time. He
said in his letter that he's going
to Brussels tomorrow. He should
be home in a week or so."
That was a relief. Brynmor rep
rimanded himself for his suspicions.
"What's his Job?" he asked.
"He hasn't one. Private money,
you know."
Upon hearing that information,
Brynmor determined to dismiss all
thoughts of the fellow.
He was marrying Clarice, not her
relatives ... AH the same, as he
walked homeward, a nasty little
doubt still gnawed In the back of
his mind.
(To be continued)
LITTLE FOLKS ENJOY
OUTING ALONG CREEK
Kinewood A croup of the
younger Mt hiked out to Glen
creek Thursday afternoon. The
children were members of the in
termediate Ep worth League of the
Ford Memorial church and their
leader. Mrs. A. C. Hennlngsen, and
this occasion marked the end of
this year's work. The next year's
work wilt begin In the fall at the
time when the schools reopen.
Those enjoying the outing in the
country were Kenneth Oodkin,
Margaret Green, Muriel Kaster,
Marvin Keko, Maizie Radkey. Roy
Ramey. Fred Warren, Lloyd God-
kin, Margaret Kaster, Velma Kelso,
Theresa Greene, Richard Kelso,
Bill Thomas, Elma God kin. Doro
thy Kaster and Mrs. A. C. Hen
ningsen, superintendent.
MOVING TO FALLS CITV
King wood Mr. and Mrs. W. J.
Page, who have lived on the Peter
P. Toevs place on the Glenn creek
road for almost a year, coming here
from Saskatchewan. Canada, have
bought a house and several lots In
Falls City, and will make this place
their home.
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SONeR.BUT-LOOK'.lSLUfr HAS OH& .
I'D FRgElLOOK BACK! TOHrTY, LOOK BACK.
By Paul Fung
By George MrMunus
DOCTOR. COME
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1 THINK OMETHlN
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By Bud Fisher
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