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i I mmk P< * A I» VKMI snvtal 7^ V $ 'UJTmtirA SYNOPSIS Brook* Reyburn vlalta the offle* of lad Stewart, a lawyer, to dlacuaa the tarns of an aetata ah* has tnborlted from V e. Mary Amanda Dana. Unwlt- ttnyly Mia overhears Jed talking to Mark Treat, a nephew of Mrs. Dane who has l--** disinherited. Mrs. Dane had lived at Look'wt House, a huge structure on the sea, built by bar and Mark’s father. Brook* had been a fashion expert, and Mrs. Dane, a *'shut*ln.” hearing her on tba radio had Invited her to call and de veloped a deep affection for her. Mark dladoeee that Mrs. Dan* had threatened to disinherit him U be married Lola, from whom be Is now divorced. He says he does not trust Henri end Clotlld* Jacques. Mrs. Dane’s servants. Leaving her department store )ob. Brooke re- fuses aa offer la • «* stepping" with Jerry Field, a carefree young man who wants to marry her. At a family con- •srenee’she toe ms the must live at Look- aasTber mother piaa to staTto the eny Jad and Mark are astounded when they hoar (rose Mrs. Grocery, a family friend. What do we do next?" waiting seems our at the blaze. “Watchful best beL“ “You would nay that" “I don’t like the implication, but we'll let that ride—for the present What move would you suggest?” “I don’t know, but let’s do some thing. I hate sitting on the sfde- iines. I hate waiting. First we must find out who took the key from the storeroom door. If you hadn’t held me. I would have dashed at him and found out” “I had a hunch you would; that’s why 1 grabbed you. Afraid I crushed your gardenia.” Brooke put her hand to her shoul der. “They're gone! Where could I have lost them?” “Don’t make a tragedy of it I’ll get you another.” Mark Trent had never seen brown eyes so flamingly gold, cheeks so rad as Brooke's. "I'm not making a tragedy of It and I don't For an am* to the word with a are dewee Mark Tn «»? at “Witt that ae near. weuMa't you think thoaa dumb balls would know ttalr parts? I ask yo*.' Besides that the leading man has walked out on us.’* “It’s tough. Can I help. Sait?” “Ctn you help! I’ll >ay you can. *Now la the time for all good men ? com* to th* aid at their party.’ Take th* lead.” He caught Trent’s arm. “Be a good scout Help a poor, distracted playwright-produc er, will you? With you and the Crane woman in the leads, we’ll make a two-star offering of it That girl’s good.’’ Sam’s despair had changed to ex ultation. Mark Trent temporized: “How do you know I’m good?” “How do those bozos out in Holly wood know an actor will be a wow on the screen sometimes before they give him a try-out? Something here, mTad, something here,” Sam tapped his broad brow, “tell* me you'll be stopping the show.” “That same something couldn’t tell you where I’m to get the time for a theatrical career, could it? All right, all right,” Mark conceded in response to Sam’s groan. *T11 take the part Give me the sides and 1’H try to know the lines at the next rehearsal" Sam caught Brooke as she entered th* room. H* hugged bar as b* exulted: “What d'you think, gal? Trent has signed up for 'Islands Aria*'I Will b* pack 'em in as tba lead? I ask you!” Jerry Field appeared at th* door caB iar th* dtatag cart M W* re al ”■ hoaff ■ ae a *• -to il What ffe you weat?—Mot tatcroctad. If you Ilka sailing gas. sail It, only remain- bar that the allowance stops.—Is sho? Mrs. Gregory's word goes, bar*. You should ba«o mad* sure of that baforu you sot up shop.— What? What sort of paper?” Mark Trent looked at Jed Stewart who had come close and was moving his Ups withbut making a sound. Ha nodded understanding. “I haven’t rung off.—Yea, I heard what you said. I can’t imagine bow any pa per you may have will interest me, but bring it here tomorrow at five. —Sure, I’U be alone.—Yes. Good- by.” Mark Trent cradled the telephone. He looked up at his friend. "Lola has a ’paper’ to sell me. She suggested that I have my check book in hand tomorrow. What do you make of it?” “If it is the ‘paper’ Mrs. Gregory witnessed, how could she get hold of it?’’ “Henri?” “She said he had written to bar, didn’t she? She’s bringing it tomor row afternoon! There’S a catch in it somewhere. It sounds too easy. You don’t think she'U back out at the last minute, do you. Mark?” “Not if there la money in It. She said also that Mrs. Gregory waa putting the fUling-statioo out of busi ness. It was started without a li cense. Started for the sole purpose ■of chiseling money off rra, I sus pect ” “Right as usual What say we call this aa evening * I'm due la ■ mj beat Jury style, for- Something Varied. 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But there is one thing certain ... you will go farther with Quaker State because it gives you “a* rxtra quart •/ lubruution /* tPtrj g*U*L ” You can easily prove the economy of Quaker Scare by making the "Fine Quart" Test And remember... the oil that stands up longest is giv ing youri QUAKER STATE MOTOP OIL Be* r* kto ■■ n'y I ■ awl art t «• tow to I * K tag fto • to I a #•*»' ae*. art I waa tar ewer to • TWCt why Ma«rt * FB toff pan "Tito to tta pa*» pew * pa* I *Ttato ewaattaffr* ra were aw tawa a oaawk Jawp Fnas of a a tea? I "Ha wae while, all right Com* on. we coa l gat bark to Lookout Houao through this door We d bat ter beat It downstairs and out that way. Lucky I pocketed your key.” “Hurry! Hurry! Suppoea it was Henri who left those keys in th* doors? Suppose he remembered that ha had left them and stola back from the movies? I told him thst you and Jed Stewart would be with us for supper after rehearsal. He may be looking for me now to see if I was telling the truth.” In the lower hall, which was slightly scented by the smoky aro ma of open fires, Mark laid a de taining hand on her shoulder. “Wait! Listen!” The stillness of the high-ceilinged rooms was accentuated by the low moan of the wind at the comer of the house, by the muted thunder of the sea, by the sharp crackle of a burning log; was haunted by the weird wail of the distant siren, but no bumao sound intruded. “Coast’s clear. Let’s go. Hold on!” Mark Trent frowned at her bare arms and throat, ivory tinted above the lace of her frock. “You need a wrap.” “To go from one door to another! Don’t be foolish. If we don’t hurry. n • gwfe I wmsS have more than I rare fu low. That soimds like a car. Caa they haw coma so soon?” * Batter not speak at what w* discovered.’’ Mark suggested hasti ly. ss she started tor th* halL She left the room without answer ing. He salvaged the flower and thrust It Into his pocket H* was not keeping It for sentimental rea sons. he assured himself, but ss a reminder of how near he had come to forgetting that all he had to ouer a girl was “warmed-over*’ love. Sam Reyburn entered the living- room end flung his blue covered script tc the table. He dropped into the wing chair with a groan. Voices in the hall thinned in the distance. Mark Trent could distinguish Jerry Field’* laugh, Lucette’a rather high- pitched tone, Brooke’s questioning murmur, and Daphne’s drawL He looked at the dejected figure in the chair, at the long legs outstretched. “What’s wrong. Sam? Aren’t you home early?" ‘What’a wrong with you, you’re white as a sheet?” “I'm okay, it'c these artistic lights thst play th* dickens with one’s color. Didn’t Stewart and the rest at th* cast com* with you?” “Jad stopped at your bouts tor a minute, hal ba bore pronto; th* ham*, n say ras hare oarty. After » 1*4!“ Sato’s teas _ Is offspring. "That isn't a topic tor group discussion Ws don’t moke people punch th# Ume-clock la this family ” Jerry Field’s taco turned a bright and lively crimson; hta vole* and eyas were furious. “I wasn’t asking Brooke to punch th* time-clock. I thought I might find the gardenias for her.—I” He stopped as Jed Stewart ap peared on the threshold. He was tapping a gardenia against his lips. “Run to earth, Mark. Who’s the charmer who leaves a flower out side your door?” CHAPTER Vn An hour later Jed Stewart slumped deeper into a crimson- cushioned chair in Mark Trent’s li brary and demanded: “How was I to know that Field had brought Brooke the gardenias? Didn't he look like a meat-axe though, when I barged into Lookout House waving that flower and giving the whole show away by telling where I picked It up? 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Thar* war* two ways to *•- cap* from th* 11 tti* haleony under it Drop to th* terrac*. or through Lookout House. Had Jad and aa In truder crashed la there? Brook* would be frightened. He’d follow them. H* swung his lag over th* sill "Stop!” Ha went rigid in obedience to th# hoarse warning, but only for .an in stant Why was he perching like a dummy with the light from the room behind making him a perfect target for the person who had grunt ed? He moved his leg. No responso to that from the balcony. Quickly he flashed his powerful light in the direction from which the sound had come. That would blind the per son watching. 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