Illin o is V a lle y N e w s. T h u r s d a y . N o v e m b e r 21. 1946
How Sluggish Folks
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RIGHT from the Start
BROWN
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TA IK OF
THF
TOW NI
D u k e M r C a le , p r iv a te d e te c tiv e
fo a rd ln g the w edding present« a t the
3lgelow m an sio n .
He senses th a t old
Miss A d e la id e B ig elo w Is a f r a id of som e
thing m o re serious than th e ft. H e m eets
the b rid e and g room -to -be, V e ro n ic a and
C urt V a lla ln c o u r t, and V e ro n ic a ’ s m oth-
• r , S y b il, and her b ro th e r and sister,
Stephen and V ic to r ia . W h ile a t a nig h t
ilu h M c C a le spots V a lla ln c o u r t In c o m
pany of the c lu b ’ s singer, S h a ri L y n n . He
talks to J e r r y T a te , a n e w s p a p e r m an .
and le a rn s th a t V a lla ln c o u r t Is a big
ip e n d e r and g a m b le r, and th a t he was
the h e a rt In te re s t of M rs . Stephen B ige
low fo r a sho rt tim e , acc ording to ru m o r
As soon as he m e t V e ro n ic a , he concen
Lr a ted on her.
CHAPTER VI
“ F o r a lm o st nothing, but thanks
a n yw a y.”
He le ft the Club and trudged
through the m id n ig h t c ity , a sullen
gloom c u rta in in g his thoughts.
The lig h ts of an a ll-n ig h t lunch
room w in k in g th rough the m u rk
drew D uke inside
I t was a d ism al
enough place, peopled w ith a few
'dow n-at-heels strag g le rs.
The re s ta u ra n t door banged and
a ta ll, wasted fig u re in a bedraggled
coat and h a t slouched to the coun
ter. T he re was som ething fa m ilia r
about th a t back. In s tin c tiv e ly , M c
Cale h a lf rose to his feet to see,
but his m ove m e n t was too la te Joe
Leach saw h im as he turned, tra y
I
in hand. He shuffled o ve r and sat
down.
" H i. sham us.” he said. "W e ll, a ll
turn e d out in ta ils, I see. Excuse
me, but you look as though you'd
J u s t been th ro w n out o f the Ritz.
W hat are you disguised as—a ma-
1 g icia n ? ’ ’
fishy. I w a sn 't p u lle d r ig h t off the
ta il, see? It was o ve r a week be
fo re Stevey cam e in to pay up. We
h a d n 't heard fro m h im to the con
tr a r y . so I ke p t on the Job. B u t the
blonde bom bshell never went near
P a re c in i’ s studio again. She m ust
have backed down som ewhere along
the lin e ”
"T h e y p ro b a b ly had a nice old-
fashioned h e a rt-to -h e a rt ta lk and
patched it up. M y guess w ould be
th a t she wanted to continue her
studies w ith the idea o f going on
the stage, o r som ething o f the sort,
b u t Stephen put his foot down. The
fa m ily p ro b a b ly w o u ld n 't stand for
it . ”
"Y e a h . F unny, is n 't it? N o t that
e ith e r o f them seem s o c ia lly con
scious.”
“ Y o u r in s ig h t is am azing. They
are both good fa m ily , b u t not quite
—as you say.”
"W e ll, w hether you know It or
not, Stevey was q u it^ a gay dog
" I ’ll buy it. D on 't p la y guessing
once Used to do a b it o f chasing in
games w ith me so e a rly in the
the old d a y s ."
m o rn in g ."
" I d o n 't doubt that, but I th in k
"W e ll, the present and the past
he's in love w ith his w ife .”
"U m m . B e tte r to have loved, et G la m o u r Boy N um ber One, and
cetera. He sure seems nuts about good old dog - like, ever lo v in ’
C h ris .”
h e r."
“ Oh.
He im pressed you that
"D e c id e d ly ."
way? C h ris to p h e r Storm . I m ea n ? " I
"R e m e m b e r, I only got a short
gander a t the past and present J
crow n princes, as they entered and
left. He was the second one, by the
way
M r. B ig came firs t.”
"G o on.”
Five Dollars’ Worth
Of Information
One n ig h t late she cam e out w ith
m iddle-aged guy.
"T h a t's a ll o f m y little o ffering.
Do I get the fin?”
“ Oh, sure
. . T ake i t ”
He slid the m oney over to the
big m an. He had the exa sp era tin g
feeling th a t he'd been cheated. He
shrugged it away.
M cCale had set h is -a la rm fo r sev
e n -th irty the next m orning. I t had
s h rille d in vain. A feeble ra y of
su n lig h t flicke red across his face as
someone shook h im by the shoul
de r. S hrugging out fro m under the
none too gentle pressure, he blinked,
yaw ned, and saw by the clock that
it was m uch la te r
M cCale began to dress as R ocky
headed fo r the in n e r sanctum . It
d id n 't take h im long His to ile t co m
pleted, he went d ire c tly to the office
windows to p u ll back the c u rta in s
on another d re a ry m o rn in g He took
the cup o f coffee his assistant h and
ed h im and w aited u n til they sat
fa cin g each o ther across the desk,
before beginning conversation.
"W e ll.” he said, between sips of
the hot black liq u id . " le t's have
yo u r birds-eye or keyhole view o f
the goings on o f last n ig h t."
“ You m ay not th in k it's w o rth the
five, but here it Is
A bout six
m onths ago th is Stephen Bigelow
cam e in to see W atkins. W anted a
ta il put on his w ife
He d id n 't say
I
m uch, but the boss figured it was
the old d iv o rc e routine. I got the
n ig h t Job— fo llo w in g her around to
“ N o thing sensational to report,
the nig h tclu bs
She went out a lot
boss, outside of a lo t o f nervous ru n
alone
I tra ile d along fo r a couple
ning in and out t ill about one a. m.
of weeks She'd stop in a t a lounge
I had a look-see at about everyone
b a r now and then, a lw a ys m e t peo
b u t the dam e called V ic to ria She'd
pie she knew, b u t never seemed to gone out som eplace to d in n e r when
g ather in anyone p a rtic u la r Then
1 got there and m ust have slipped
one n ig h t I fo llo w e d her as fa r as in w ith o u t m y la m p in g her. if she
» studio b u ild in g in C opley Square
cam e home at a ll."
A dum b e le v a to r boy co u ld n ’ t place
“ No trou b le w ith the s e rv a n ts ? "
her o r te ll m e w here in the b u ild in g
" I on ly saw the b u tle r
V e ry su
he look her
I'd w a it and In a few
p e rio r guy. He kept looking in the
hours she'd com e o u t—alone
This
d in in g room where 1 was s ittin g
happened two o r th re e tim e s a week
w ith an eye on the door. 1 d o n 't
u n til one nig h t, late, she cam e out
know w h e th er he thought I was go
w ith a m iddle-aged guy
They went
ing to snitch some of the tingerbow ls
to a q u ie t lit t le re s ta u ra n t around
o r sam ple the fa m ily bourbon. A n y
the co rn e r
I tagged along
It
how. he kept popping up at odd m o
looked lik e the old, old sto ry to me
m ents u n til around te n -th irty
Say,
“ You found out who the m an
w hat a parade o f Junk th e y 'v e ac
w a s *"
cu m u la te d ”
"S ure
W ell, here's w here tne
"Y e a h
What do you th in k of the
d ra m a fa lls a p a rt.
H m m . I see
set-up"
In general, I mean.
A t
w here I d o n 't get paid o ff
He was m osphere— th a t kin d of th in g ."
a piano teacher, nam e o f P areclm .
•‘1 m ay be wrong, but outside of
Not an old fo xy grandpa w ith a
the lit t le old lady, th e y 're a bunch
weakness fo r blondes, a fte r all. We
o f scre w b a lls
She's okay
A little
turned Ute news o ve r to Stevey boy,
Jum py, but fo r th a t m a tte r, the
and damned If he d id n 't seem re
lieved
He cam e In a week o r so w hole caboodle a in 't m y idea of
w h a t I'v e been led to th in k o f as
a fte rw a rd s to pay his b ill
He told
us his w ife had once shown gre a t ca lm , quiet, u n ru ffle d bluebloods.
talent fo r the piano, but had lost T h e y 're a ll as J itte ry as a h ang
the use o f an a rm fro m nervous o ve r "
" D e fin ite ly ."
shock or a r t h r it is o r som ething.
"W e ll, here's five to yo u r one th a t
She was g e ttin g back her old wal-
Icp again, slo w ly
She'd been going th e re '* som ething cooking th a t'* go
in g to am ell to heaven "
to the old b ird fo r lessons, keeping
Jittery Family,
Think* Rocky
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It from the fa m ily to r a su rp rise ,
or so he said
Now. how do you
lik e th a t* "
" I lik e I t "
You th in k it was the tru th ? Now.
•ee here. In spite o f the fa c t th a t It
looked on the le v e l I th in k It was
You start right when you measure the
required amount of C labber G irl into
your flo u r. . . You are sure to get just
the right rise in your mixing bowl*
A4« a mg Row/
LIGHT from
the Oven
followed by that final rise to light
and f lu f f y flavor in the oven . . .
That's the story of C labber Girl's
balanced double action.
Far batter baiting u tn fbn baking
w ith tbn B A L A N C E D doub/e oclion
Bafsiruf 'R hv J ca
" Y o u 'v e no ta k e r In me
g rinn e d and lit a c ig a re tte
McCale
"S m a rt, as usual. The old dam e
acta as though she was w a lkin g
th ro u g h a bad d re a m but doesn't
d a re wake u p ."
"V ery a p tly p u t "
" I take it you d id n 't w a rm to
Rom eo.”
"N o t me. Obvious as heck, don 't
you th in k ? "
“ I don’ t know.
The boy’ s got
som ething Ju s t w hat is it? ”
" I t 's as old as the w orld, chief.
The V a lla in c o u rt can ju s t m ake his
eyelashes go boo.”
"T a k e th a t needle out of yo u r
a rm . He's in love w ith the g ir l. "
" A ll rig h t. So he's in love w ith
h e r."
"W h a t's y o u r im pression o f the
g irl? You d id n 't show a g re a t deal
of e n thu sia sm ."
" I guess I don’ t like ’ em q u ite so
wide-eyed, chief. She's nice. You
know what I mean—nice— and when
you've said th a t, you've said e v e ry
thing. R ig h t out o f a M ignon E b e r
h a rt novel, if you get what I mean.
Just b e a u tifu l and wispy and too
d u m b to take off her rose-colored
glasses.”
Rocky had already settled fo r
h im s e lf the fa c t th a t Veronica Bige
low was both b e a u tifu l and dumb.
McCale leaned back in his c h a ir
and sm iled, fo r Rocky was a good
guy. m ostly am using
Searching fo r the coffee pot,
Duke's eyes slanted up q u iz z ic a lly
a t R ocky as he said, "W e ll, boy.
w hat's the word on C hristopher
S torm , now th a t you've dusted e v
eryone else o f f * "
Odd (roittfis On
In the Mansion
"J. P M arquand has
done h im to
a turn, on both sides and in the
m id dle
M ore than once. T ha t guy
was born to the Yankee purple, has
gone to the best schools, and never
stepped out o f lin e in his life . He
m ay be a little shocked a t the B ige
lows. but they are Bigelows, a re n 't
they* So they c o u ld n 't be w rong
Veronica has tossed him overboard,
b u t would he say a word about It?
Would he rid e up in his Stanley
Steam er and rush her off to the
nearest Justice o f the Peace before
she makes a fool o f herself?
No
sirre e
It ju s t is n 't done by people
in our set. doncha k n o w ? "
"H e d id come to see h e r.”
"O h, yes
Had a short confab
w ith her in the lib r a ry
I d id n 't get
a chance to Eavesdrop, o f course,
b u t I did see them when they said
goodnight at the door He had the
m ost m ise ra b le little-boy-w ho-has-
been-kicked expression on his puss
when he kissed her good-by "
“ He kissed h e r? ”
"D o n 't le t i t th ro w you. I t was
Just the old ril-b e -a -s is te r-to -y o u
act
She sort o f put her head up
and he gave her a solemn b ro th e rly
kiss on the forehead before he went
into the n ig h t lik e the last act of
an old m elod ra m a
I could havq
sp it in his eye, the dope!”
“ M y, m y
You are ta k in g this to
h e a rt."
"N o t so y o u 'd notice i t
Well, do
I go on In the o rd e r o f th e ir ap
pearance’ “ he asked, a sour sm ile
on tus lips
"O h, of course. No offense, p a l."
Rocky w aited a m om ent, looking
a t McCale s k e p tic a lly , not quite
sure he w asn't being m ade fun at.
Then he resumed.
" L e t's see F irs t there is M r Ste
phen. Now th e re 's a Jumpy guy.
Surly, wedded to the bottle, too.
• TO BE CONTlNl'EDl
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CLABBER GIRL
"W e ll, I ’d ju s t got settled in the
s ilv e r and crocke ry departm ent,
| when Johnny W e ism u lle r comes
I sw inging fro m tree to tree c a llin g
1 fo r his m ate. Such a flu tte r they get
into o ve r h im , don’ t they? The b u t
le r scu ttle d around a fte r him as if
he’ d Just b rought the fatted calf. I
Then the bride-to-be comes down
the sta irs in a flu rry . B u t a flu rry ,
I said. And he ju s t te lls her he's
off to d in n e r w ith some friends. She
looks at h im w ith the tru s t o f a
I b ird fascinated b y a python. You
know — 'W hat enorm ous eyes you
have, G ra n d n to th e r.’ And off they
go to the lib r a r y .”
M cCale g runted n o n c o m m itta lly
"W o n ’t ta lk , huh? I t ju s t happens
I'm a b it o f a d ic k m yse lf, bud, so
I ’ll d ig down in m y bag of tric k s
and p u ll out the fa c t th a t yo u 've
been hobnobbing w ith the e lite —the
j B igelow trib e to be exact.
What
have they been* h a vin g —a s o ire e ? "
"G ood God. Have you had a ta il
on m e? ”
“ D eduction, shamus
No. To be
honesty, e ve ry agency in town knows
you’ve knocked off the B ig e lo w Job
How’ d you do it?
W h a t’ s it a ll
a b o ut? "
“ W h a t’d you give to k n o w ? "
“ Oh, Ix>rd. I'm Just c u rio u s ."
“ I t m ig h t be w o rth yo u r w h ile
“ Look. I w o n 't argue w ith you
E ith e r you te ll me or te ll it to the
i m arines. I'm in d iffe re n t now W hal
'does it m a tte r ? " He m ade a slig h t
m ove m e n t as If he w ere about to
get up and go
“ A ll rig h t, a ll rig h t. 1 ju s t thought
I m ig h t soak you fo r a five
1 lost
m y pants In a gam e to n ig h t
The
tru th is. Stephen B ig e lo w ca lle d our
office to get the low -dow n on you.
late this afternoon.*'
"C a lle d y o u r office? To get dope
on m e?” D uke gave a raucous, de
ris iv e how l " T h a f s too darned fun
ny. W hat's the connection—between
y o u r o u tfit and Stephen B igelow . I
m ean?"
"W e d id some w o rk fo r him
o n ce ."
“ You d id ? "
"U h , uh "
"W h a t kin d o f w ork the u su a l? "
“ S u re ."
"W h o was the d a m e ? "
" H is w ife ."
M cC ale's spine began to p ric k le
He hoped his sudden in te re s t did
not show too m uch on his face
He
not show too m uch on his face
"She meets me last night, shows
me around, sort of im p erso n a l-like.
So fa r as she was concerned. I
m ig h t have been the p lu m b e r's
helper com e to re p a ir a leak. V e ry
cool and c a lm ! b u t b u rn in g up w ith
som ething inside her. A cts a ll the
tim e as i f she’s scared stupid but
w o n 't a d m it it i f it k ills h e r."
Rocky poured h im s e lf a second
cup o f coffee and took a deep breath
before he continued.
"She w ent to her room early,
about nine. I d id n 't see her a fte r
that. Veronica, the b rid e and jo y ,"
he looked at McCale to see w hether
he was amused by the p la y on
words, " o f the old la d y —she is that,
is n 't she?— it sticks out a ll o ve r—
stayed home a ll evening, too. She
was in the back lib r a ry m ost of the
tim e ."
“ D id she look good to yo u ? "
"O h, yeah, if you lik e the placid
type. She had tw o v is ito rs . Guess?”
F ringe A lbert
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