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TENTH INSTALLMENT
"Certainly, if you wish.” Mrs.
Duane agreed politely. "Thank you
for the book, my dear. As for your
driving, I am sure that it is better
than having no one with you but
that new chauffeur. I don’t like his
looks, Cleo.”
"Oh, I know Kennedy looks
wicked. I think he isn’t used to this
kind of work, and taking orders
from women makes him sulky. I
think he’ll soon be settled down,
for he seems to be very much inter
ested in one of your maids. I’m sure
I caught sight of him waiting out
side when I came tonight.”
"I must look into that.” Mrs.
Duane's voice was edged.
"What’s the use? They’ll only
deny it.” Cleo shrugged lazily.
"Dear me, I believe we’re going
to see the clandestine meeting. How
exciting!”
Down the shadowed path a girl’s
figure moved quickly. She skirted
the far end of the garden and went
with slower steps toward the hedge.
The hedge was lower at that end
of the garden. On the other side of
it a.man nodded slightly and saun
tered along toward the rear gate.
The girl in the garden followed
him.
Cleo was on her feet, breathing
apologies.
"Oh, Mrs. Duane, please forgive
me. I didn’t dream—I didn’t mean
to intrude, like this. I’ll never for
give myself. . . . I’ll go now.”
"My dear Cko, you have not in
truded in the least. I shall speak tc
bertha, of course.”
Grey-faced in the darkness, Mrs
' Duane held her head high. No one
| not even Cleo Pendleton, should bt
allowed to discuss this shameful
thing with her.
j Cleo grimaced slightly, unseen
The lights flashed on. But aftei
jCleo had gone she plunged the
room into darkness again and stood
rigidly unyielding.
"My son’s wife!” Her face was
white in the darkness.
Barry was reading when his
mother entered the library.
"Still up? But I suppose you had
callers.”
"It was Cleo,” said his mother
briefly. "Barry, I wish you would
come with me to my rooms.
Quickly.”
"Of course, I will. Anything
wrong there?”
"Everything is wrong,” said Mrs.
Duane bitterly. "I have had the
humiliation of seeing my son’s jjvife
steal out through the garden at
night to meet another man.”
"Mother!” There was a note in
Barry’s voice that she had never
heard before. "I am afraid,” he said
carefully, "that I shall have to ask
you to explain that—extraordinary
statement.”
"I have told you. Come and see
for yourself.”
"Nancy and I don’t spy on each
Kther. Besides, she went to her
room with a headache. Why do you
assume that it was she?”
"Our maids do not appear in
evening dress.”
"Nancy gave Bertha one of hers
last week. Someone had spilled
coffee on it.”
"It was not Bertha,” said Mrs.
Duane coldly. "I know it was
Anne. -The man was obviously
waiting for her. I did not see his
face, but I have the unpleasant
knowledge that a common chauf
feur—that insolent creature who
drives Cleo—was hanging around
outside only a little while before.”
"You didn’t even see them
meet?” He laid a pleading hand on
her arm. "Mother, why can’t you
be kinder to Nancy? Do you think
that it has been pleasant for me
to see that my mother refuses to
accept my wife as her daughter?”
"Do you think that it is plea
sant for your mother to know that
this place is buzzinz with sordid
innuendo because Barry Duane's
wife never refers to a single day of
her life before she came to that bar
barous place where you met her?”
"And who has been spreading
such precious gossip as that?” The
moment of pleading was gone. For
the first time Mrs. Duane was afraid
of the thing she had done.
"I overheard it,” she said wth
dignity. "The very way it was said
showed that it was common gos
sip.
"Who said it?” His eyes were
hlarinpr
"How should I know? It is en
ough that it could be said -at all.”
He did not answer immediately.
"I suppose it is impossible to es
cape the malice of other women’s
tongues.’’
"It is useless to argue with you.
But I know what I have heard and
what I have seen tonight. Once
more. Barry, will you come and see
for yourself.
"I will not.”
Mrs. Duane went stiffly back to
the door.
"You are your own master, and I
am only your mother, pushed aside
for a woman you scarcely know.
But the time will come when your
eyes will be opened. And you will
regret this night as long as you
live.”
For several mintues after his
mother left him Barry paced
gloomily up and down the library.
The whole thing was sickening, and
that his mother should have been
the one to bring this precious story
to him had left him worried and
depressed. Why were women so
hard on each other? Even his
mother. . . .
The trouble probably was that
rancorous gossip. He flushed darkly
at the recollection. So Nancy’s
name was being bandied about like
that? A whispering devil of suspic
ion slyly jogged his elbow and was
thrust out of the way.
He could easily settle this. All he
needed to do was to go upstairs and
look in at Nancy. He smiled to
himself and swung quickly toward
the stairs.
Barry let himself in quietly. Anne
was not there.
He turned toward the door,
blindly.
’Thpr.pi W3C flip cli<*hf cminH its
opening. Anne stood there, staring
at him.
"Oh—Barry!” She said it breath
lessly. "You startled me.”
His eyes swept over her swiftly,
suspiciously of her slippers. On
the side of one of them, marrying
lits delicate sheen, was a lo,ng earth
I stain.
The blood sang in his ears again,
! so that he scarcely heard his own
voice. "Anne, where have you
been?”
Before that hard note she stop
ped short.
"Why, Barry, what is the mat
ter?”
'Where have you been at this
hour of the night?”
"At this hour? Why, it isn’t
late.
"I’ve been in the garden. Barry,
what is the matter?”
"Within the past half hour I
have had to listen to a sickening
story that you were meeting some
body’s chauffeur out in the garden.”
She felt suddenly sick and tired
Barry’s mother must have seen her
and carried the story to him in bit
ter triumph. Who else hated her
enough to do that? She wanted to
tell him the whole hateful story,
but she must not.
"Somebody must have been will
ing to carry tales about me to have
hurried the news to you as quickly
as that.” She saw him flush, but
she went on bitterly. "And whether
I was there or not, I won’t talk
about it! I won’t say things
that we’ll both be sorry for.” Her
hands went upto her throbbing
temples. They really did throb now.
"Ring for Bertha, please. And stay
until she comes.”
He looked at her uneasily. He
rang hastily and came back to her.
"I’m sorry if you’re not well,” he
said jerkily. "Perhaps I’d better and
for Dr. Carmichael.”
"No, please. It’s only my head.”
They waited for Bertha in un
comfortable silence. There was a
tap on the door, but it was Ellen’s
broad face which appeared.
"I rang for Bertha. Isn’t she
here?”
Ellen was a new maid. She grin
ned companionably.
"Yes’m, in a way, but it’s her
night out. She’s been to a party,
Ma’am, lookin’ as pretty as a pitcher
in the grand dress ye give her, and
this good half hour she’s been
standin’ at the end of the drive
sayin’ good-night to the young felly
from Quinn’s Garage. Is there any
think I can do, Ma’am?”
"Bring me some ice cubes, Ellen.
I’ve a headache.”
The door closed on Ellen. Anne
scarcely breathed.
"Nancy, forgive me! I’ve been a
brute and I ought to be kicked for
it.”
He drew her around with coax
ing hands.
"Don’t you know I love you,
Barry? There isn’t anybody else but
you. There couldn’t be.”
"I know,” he muttered. "It’s be
cause you’re so much to me, Nancy
. . . I think I’d go mad if you ever
let me down.”
She tried not to shiver, quaking
a little at the narrowness of escape.
Luck had been kind to Cleo. Mrs.
Duane, outraged and bitter, would
go straight to Barry with her story.
Cleo felt brightly contented as she
snuggled down behind the wheel.
The driveway wound toward the
end of the grounds in a double
curve. The lights of the roadster
swung around and picked up two
startled figures, hastily backing out j
of their flaring range. One of them
was Bertha.
"Alioi!” Cleo said under her
breath. "Damn!”
It was close to midnight when
Kennedy strolled back to that
smaller chateau which housed the
Pendleton fleet of cars and their
attendants, and he was met by a
message that Miss Cleo wanted to
see him. Kennedy was half sulky
about it. Some deviltry, or he
missed his guess.
Cleo received him in the Chinese
room.
"I’m thinking of getting a new
car, Kennedy. Do you know any
thing about racing cars?”
"A little.” Kennedy’s eyes nar
rowed slightly. He hesitated, and
the desire to show that he had not
always been at an employer’s beck
and call was too much for him. "I
know their points pretty well,” he
added carelessly. "I’ve driven my
own now and then.”
"Really?” Cleo smiled encourag
ingly. "That was before you—er—
gave up the Forty-Ninth Street
house wasn’t it?”
All the lines of Kennedy’s face
sharpened.
"About that time,” he said brief
ly. "So you’ve been looking up my
record?”
it wasn t necessary, JVjcnneay.
You’re quite well known.”
He stared back at her suspicious
and half truculent. "Well, you
know, I didn’t try to get the job
under an assumed name, anyway.”
"Oh yes, I’m perfectly satisfied,
Kennedy. But of course I know
that a man of your experience isn’t
taking a chauffuer’s position except
for some special reason. Does John
Gage know that you are in Gran
leigh?”
It must have been a sharp jolt
for Kennedy, but this time his face
—the gambler’s face, after all—was
absolutely expressionless.
"That’s too deep for me,” he
answered indifferently. "If you
mean the big fellow, I don’t know
what he knows. I’ve never met
him.”
"Not even that night last May,
when this happened?” Cleo’s hand
rested for a moment against, just
below her heart.
"You’ve had a busy day,” he said
dryly.
"Things have a habit of coming
my way, Kennedy. And I know
you went out tonight to keep an ap
pointment with Mrs. Barry Duane,
and just where you met her ... and
by the way, how very much she
looks like Miss Curtis! You’re a
wonderful driver, Kennedy, but you
haven’t any intention of staying on
here as a chauffeur, big money. I’m
afraid the courts would call it
blackmail.”
Kennedy lstened, outwardly un
moved but taking lively account of
this new situation.
"What’s you^ game?” he asked
bluntly.
"I’m not playing, Kennedy.”
Kennedy took the hint.
"My error.” He temporized as
tutely. "But I got the idea that you
wanted me to do something for
>1
you.
"Perhaps you could.” She con
sidered him thoughtfully. "There
is someone in Granleigh whose pres
jence is going to bring danger and
unhappiness to some close friends
of mine. Some day there will be a
scandal, and she will be forced to
leave in disgrace. It would be bet
ter for everybody concerned if she
went away quietly, before her—her
past became known.”
"You want me to get Duane’s
wife out of the way—”
He had an unpleasant way of
stripping facts naked and making
her look at them.
"I wish her to go away. Alone.”
"Reno, or a Mexican divorce?”
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
World Is To End
On September 10,
Voliva Declares
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