TANGLED
WIVES
By
PEGGY SHANE
Copyright by Peggy Shane
WNTU Service
SYNOPSIS
A girl finds herself in a taxicab In
New York with a strange man who
speaks of "an awful shock.” Escaping
from him, she stops at the Blitmore,
wondering who she is. Her memory is
gone. She has a wedding ring. At the
hotel & young woman vanishes with
the girl's $900. An elderly woman, Mrs.
Oscar Du Val, greets the nameless
girl, addressing her as "Doris," wife of
Mrs. Du Val's son, Rocky. Rocky is
abroad, and Doris Is taken to the home
of Mrs. Du Val and her sculptor hus-
band, Oscar. Doris falls in love with
Rocky's photograph, but cannot re-
member having married him. Rocky
returns. He demands to know who she
is and why his wife sent her to his
home. She cannot tell him. They
agree, for the sake of his parents, to
pretend they are husband and wife.
Rotky takes Doris to his New York
apartment to confront his wife. He
finds the flat empty. Doris sees the
real wife's photograph and recognizes
her as the girl who stole her $508.
Doris finally tells Rocky she has lost
her memory. In a newspaper they see
a headline, “Killer Bride's Gun Found:
Diane Merrell’'s Father Identifies It.”
Doris faints. When she recovers, her
memory has not returned. Rocky in-
forms her he is going to take her to
Canada by motor. They set out.
CHAPTER VIII—Continued
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This time when Doris opened her
eyes, she discovered that two men
were watching her. One was the same
old man. He had brought a friend in
this time, a person of equally respect-
ed years.
As Doris looked up, he was putting
on his gold-rimmed glasses to nugment
the mechanical stare which he was
directing at her. Having finally ad-
Justed them so that they would stay
on, he transferred his fumbling fingers
to a folded newspaper which he had
been holding under his arm. This he
opened up part way so that the other
man could see,
“You see?” he said.
The other man nodded. He glanced
furtively now at Doris and sald some-
thing which she couldn't hear to the
man ‘with the newspaper,
Doris gasped. There was a terrific
leer on the old man's face,
“Rocky!” she called,
Rocky had followed the mechanic
into the garage office, but now he came
running. She noticed with relief that
he was wearing his coat again and a
smile,
“Okey once more”
front door of the car. “Now we can
start—" Then he noticed the two
men. He got into the driver's seat
quickly without a word to Doris. He
started his engine just as the hand of
one of the men fell on his arm. “Hey,
look out,” he yelled, swinging free his
arm, “If you don't want to get run
over.” The car started backing out,
but the two old men clutched at him
excitedly,
“Wait a minute young feller,” eried
the one with the newspaper, “we want
to speak to you!”
But Rocky's car with a blustering
commotion had backed out to the road.
It sallled a minute, reversed, took an-
other gasping leap forward and was
up the road in a long diminishing
streak.
Rocky drove like a mechanical de-
mon. His head was pitched slightly
forward, his arms and shoulders mo-
tionless as he held to the wheel—his
senses alert to only one thought,
speed. Doris felt frightened.
“You seem to know these roads?
“Yeah, Friend of father's lives near
here. 1 used to visit him every sum-
mer. Rockwell St. Gardens.”
Their way lay through dark wooded
hills, “Are we going to ride all night?"
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?" she wanted to
ask, but she felt too drowsy. There
was hardly any use anyway, as he was
sure not to answer. He was going so
swiftly now. They were racing ‘up the
long mountain, taking curves reck-
lessly.
And something was following. Rocky
was right.
She couldn't worry any more. Her
head sank down. She was leaning un-
consciously against him. She slept.
The car stopped with a Jerk. A
white light flashed over her face. Men
were shouting. She sat up,
A man was standing beside the car.
fn’ the gush off light that’ streamed 1
fromm his harZ she saw his uniform.
He was a policeman, In the reflected
light, the shadowy outline of his fat
face looked stern.
Another man was shouting, Doris
turned her head and saw that a road-
ster full of men was drawn up ai-
rectly behind them In the pine-fringed
road. She could see another police
man getting out of the car, He held
a revolver,
Rocky's nand quivered on the wheel,
“Don't say anything,” he whispered to
Doris.
White lights stabbed the road, threw
queer shadows into relief, Again the
strong white glare of a flash-light
struck her between the eyes,
He opened the
Ny
*Looks like her, Murphy, all right ®
“1 want to speak to the young lady,”
sald the policeman at Rocky's elbow,
Rocky's voice was without a qualm,
“Speak to me Instead.”
The Hght flicked up and over Rocky's
face, “What's your name?
“Rockwell Du Val”
“See your license?”
Rocky produced it. This had all
happened before, but this time Doris
knew that the looking at the license
was a pretense, The man on her right
on the motorcycles was so close. And
why did he have his gun in his hand?
“Who's the young lady?”
Rocky did not falter as he lied: “My
wife,”
Two more men were coming from
the car behind, There was a fearful,
quiet tread, a breathless expectancy in
thelr walk. Knowing nothing yet,
Doris felt terrified. She tried to con-
trol her panic. Rocky was being so
bold, and yet she knew that he, too,
was frightened,
“Has the lady any-identification?”
“Yes, Plenty.”
“Let's see some of it.”
Doris could feel Rocky's nervous In-
ward tremor while she listened to his
assumed belligerence: “What's this
all about?”
“We'll come to that”
A small wiry man in plain clothes
interpolated briskly: “We've got you.
No use trying to pull anything. Bet-
ter get out of the car, mister.”
“Am I under arrest?
“You'll find out what you're under.”
“You bet I'll find out what I'm un.
der. And I'll find out before I get out
of this car, too.”
The fat-faced cop elbowed the small
wiry man aside. “Just wait, Let's
find out about this. Nobody's under
arrest yet"
“That's better,” said Rocky.
A dozen flashlights played over
Doris’ face. Now she heard a mur.
mur among the men,
“Looks like her all right™
“Sure it's her™
“Have you any other identification
besides your license?"
“Yes”
“Can you prove that this lady Is
your wife?’
Again the lights bombarded her.
She covered her face with her hands
What did they mean?
“Don't do that?" sald Rocky to Dorls
out of the corner of his mouth. “Look
them straight In the eye!" She
obeyed, quivering.
Rocky addressed the officer stand.
ing beside him: “I'm a friend of Rock.
well St. Gardens. He'll Identify us In
a minute”
There was a slight sensation,
The wiry man came and stood be.
side them,
“You say you know Rockwell St
Gardens?”
“Yes, I know him very well”
“Does he know your wife?
“Your name is Rockwell Du Val?
“Yes, I'm named after St. Gardens.”
The policemen conferred. The man
on the motorcycle still balanced close
to Doris, the engine of his motorcycle
shuddering gently as he guarded the
car,
The officer returned. “I'm sorry to
ask you, but you'll have to come to the
station with us. We received a tip
over the telephone that Diane Merrell
was in this ear!”
“That's utterly ridiculous.” Doris
felt Rocky's strong grip on her arm.
The bluster in his tone was a thinly
concealed artifice.
Nevertheless she could feel a change
in the atmosphere. The policemen
were uncertain. Rocky knew it too.
She could feel a new strength In his
voice as he said again, “Look here
Are we under arrest?”
“Nothin’ like that. We just got to
take you up to the station If you don't
mind, mister—=
Rocky cut In crisply. *But I do
mind, I've been driving all day and
my wife Is tired”
“Yeah, but, mister, In a case like
this we gotta be mighty careful. And
we got this tip—"
“If you want to arrest us, that's
your lookout,” sald Rocky.
The fat-faced cop pushed his face
into the car, looking over the wheel at
Doris, “We'll go up to St. Gardens’
place with you. How's that? If St
Gardens can identify you—"
He opened the door of the roadster
as he spoke.
“I'll drive,” he said to Rocky. “You
can come along in the car behind.”
Doris protested involuntarily, “No.
No, Don't leave me, Rocky.”
“If we're not under arrest I think
I'll drive,” sald Rocky gravely.
The cop grunted. He walked around
the car and got In beside Doris. “0.
K. Let's go.”
The man on the motorcycle sent his
machine leaping ahead of them.
The cool alr came rushing grate.
fully to Doris’ pale cheeks as the car
got under way. Her shoulder was
tucked under Rocky's like a small
chicken nestling under its mother's
wing. What was the name of the girl
the police wanted? Anne Somebody.
Was that her real name? Had her
she a criminal?
Doris put these thoughts away. Sup-
posing they accused her of the worst
of crimes, How could she deny them?
What, oh what could she have been in
that other lost life of hers?
They turned at last between stone
gate posts,
the cop.
They rode for three-quarters of a
mile before the lights of the house ap-
peared.
At last Rocky drew up before the
door of the great house. He shut off
the engine, opened the door
Jumped out. '’ ;
“Come on, Doris.” 5
The motorcycle cop drew up beside
them, “Not so fast”
Doris knew then that the policemen
were still suspicious, Rocky had run
ahead up the steps of the house, and
was ringing the bell. Dorls with a
policeman on either side of her fol.
lowed more slowly,
Her heart was beating wildly, The
door opened slowly. A blond impas-
sive face looked out.
“Hello, Swenson.
dens In?"
The butler swung the door open.
“Yes, Mr. Du Val. Come in.”
Rocky motioned to Doris, She went
into a square hallway. The policemen
came too,
On a landing above a short, square-
set figure appeared, He had on a
dressing gown, and held a book In
his hand. He stared at the group for
a minute In amazed silence,
“Rocky! Is it Rocky, for heaven's
sake?”
“It's Rocky. I've brought my wife,
Rocky was bounding up the siairs to
the landing. Doris saw him take the
short square man by the shoulder and
say something. Then St. Gardens
turned and came down the stairs with
outstretched hands.
“Doris! It's so nice to see you
again, 1 was wondering when you
would turn up. You must be tired
from your journey. Been traveling
all day?”
Doris was confused. She took St
Gardens’ hands gladly, smiled at him
without speaking, but it was the
Is Mr. St.” Gar.
"
hausted child.
She sat down in the nearest chair.
The room was going round and round.
She hardly heard the policemen,
She knew that everything was being
arranged. Everything was all right,
Rocky had fixed things,
The policemen went away.
door was closed,
“Beatrice isn't in. Someone's giving
her a dinner and dance at the countty
club. I didn't stay. I just got in”
sald St. Gardens. “Lucky 1 did, too.
Wasn't that
dumb cops picking you up like that?”
“Terrible,” sald Rocky, “They were
so suspicious I thought it would save
a lot of trouble If you pretended you
had already met Doris. May 1 intro.
duce her now?"
Doris roused herself. St Gardens
was holding out both his hands,
“This is a great pleasure, my dear,
Rocky has always been llke my own
son to me”
The
ing badly, but it was all so puzzling to
her tired mind.
“She's exhausted,” said Rocky apolo
getically.
St, Gardens apparently didn't know
her. He had pretended to recognize
police,
fooled the Du Vals. She rose trem
bling, a hand préssed against her
cheek,
“No, no!"
“What's the matter?
She was really that girl—that erim-
inal the policemen were seeking, She
looked at Rocky with widened eyes
“I can't stand it. I'm"
8t. Gardens took her elbow,
voice, rich and caressing, spoke to her
softly: "You are very tired
I can see that. And now you want to
go to your room.”
“You are right
She's knocked out”
Rocky.
to go to bed
8t. Gardens sympathetically. >
Doris looked at him,
A murderess,
That's what she had done,
committed a murder. The room was
still rocking, but she no longer felt
tired. St. Gardens’ words
vanized her. New life, like
wind coming to =a
flooded her. She looked at Rocky In
agony, What did St. Gardens mean?
Rocky read the question in her eyes,
but he deliberately ignored it.
“Come, you must go to bed”
Doris wanted
mouth felt dry,
if anticipating her purpose, had begun
to talk hectically about their trip. And
he was pushing her up the stairway.
A mald came,
get her bags, leaving her standing at
the top of the stalrs beside St. Gar.
dens, She looked at him with twisted
brows, 3
“What did you say a minute or two
ago about a murder?”
St. Gardens smiled. “Oh nothing.
I was just referring to the stupid
business of the local law enforcers In
mistaking you for what's her name
the girl who shot her husband at a
wedding.”
Doris clutched the stair railing. She
was looking into a hottomless gulf.
“What's her name-the girl who shot
second
She was what's-her-name—a girl
who shot her hushand at 8 wedding.
Rocky ran up the stairs, bag In his
hand,
“What's
sharply.
Doris sald shakily, “He sald, what's
her-name-a girl who shot her hus
band at a wedding—am J-—"
Rocky took Her firmly by the arm.
“You come to bed” To Bt. Gardens
he sald: "She's hysterical”
“And no wonder."
St. Gardens left them, but she did
not notice, She knew that Rocky was
pushing her Into the bedroom, and
sending the mald away, He was clos
ing the door,
(TO BR CONTINURDY)
the matter? he sald
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