© Ben Ames Williams,
SYNOPSIS
Barbara Sentry, seeking to sober up her
escort, Johnny Boyd, on the way home from
a party, slaps him, and attracts the attention
of a policeman, whom the boy knocks down.
As he arrests him, Professor Brace of Har-
vard comes to the rescue and drives Bar-
bara home. On the way they see Barbara's
father driving from the direction of his office
at 12:45, but when he gets home hy tells his
wife it is 11:15 and that he's been playing
bridge at the club. Next day Sentry reports
his office has been robbed and a Miss Wines,
former temporary employee, killed. The
evening papers luridly confirm the story,
and Sentry takes it hard. Mary, elder
daughter, in love with Neil Ray, young in-
terne at the hospital where she works, goes
off to dinner at Gus Loran's, Sentry’'s part.
ner, with Mrs. Loran’s brother, Jimmy
Endle. Mr. and Mrs. Sentry call on old Mrs.
Sentry, and Barbara, alone, receives Dan
Fisher, reporter, who advises her not to talk.
Phil Sentry, son at Yale, is disturbed at the
pogatble implications and suspicion of Miss
nes’ absence from her rooms for three
days during August. He goes home to help.
Sentry is arrested and booked for murder.
Dan Fisher explains the evidence against
him-that the robbery was a fake, the safe
opened by one who knew the combination,
<hanged since Miss Wines’ employment
there—that a back door key, a duplicate
of Sentry’s, was found in the girl's purse,
and that Sentry, too, had been away those
three days In August. Brace calls, and
backs up Barbara in her denial that Sentry
could have done it, because of the dis-
crepancy of time between the slaying and
their seeing Sentry on the road. Phil, show
ing the police over the house, finds his strong
box open and his gun, which only his father
knew of, gone. Meanwhile, the police find
the stolen money burned in the furnace.
Mrs. Sentry sees her husband, who swears
his innocence, and tells her he had known of
the robbery and murder the night before,
but failed to call the police, and came home
at 12:30. Mary quarrels with Neil Ray,
and runs away with Jimmy Endle to the
Caribbean. Linda Dane, friend of Barbara
and Phil, tries to comfort Phil
noted criminal lawyer retained, inspires
hope but not admiration. Dan Fisher, whom
Barbara has been meeting at her grand.
mother’s, tries to use influence to keep the
family out of the papers, and everyone
Shiela Barbara, on the verge of a break-
own.
Falkran,
CHAPTER VI—Continued
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One day when Brace was to meet
Barbara at her grandmother's for
tea, and arrived before the girl, the
old woman spoke to him of Bar-
bara’s condition, said stoutly: “I
wish someone would marry her and
take her away from here! She can't
stand much more. She hasn't the
strength to go through all this. She
shouldn’t have to do it!”
He dissented gently. “People
can’t shirk such things. Barbara's
sister did, I know; but she will al-
ways regret it. We have to accept
our burdens, our responsibilities.
Face them squarely.”
She said grimly: “Maybe! No
doubt you are a level-headed young
man, but I suspect you're too level-
headed for your own good!”
He smiled tolerantly., “I'm sor-
ry,” he said. ‘“‘But—dear as Bar-
bara has come to be to me—I can’t
advise her to dodge or to evade.”
“Dear to you, is she?”
“Very!”
“Then marry her,”
an counseled.
feet.
her.”
He said gravely: “I hope to, some
day. But if I asked her now, she
might come to me just to escape. I
want her to come to me because
she wants me.”
“Fiddlesticks! If you want her,
take her, on any terms at all.”
He shook his head. “I shall have
to be a witness at the trial, you
know,” he confessed. ‘The District
Attorney has warned me to be
ready. Barbara need not know, yet;
but if we were married, and then I
testified, she would blame me, nev-
er forgive me.”
“Get out of the reach of a sub-
poena while you can.”
“lI can’t do that. I've given my
word!"
“Pah! If you've the courage of
Ae
But Barbara arrived, putting a
period to their words; and after
that Mrs. Sentry did not attempt
him again.
She found Dan Fisher more to her
taste. Between these two something
strong and binding had developed.
He came to her often, even when
Barbara was not there. Once he
came dispirited, and she saw this
and demanded, “What are you so
down in the mouth about?”
He grinned. ‘“‘Been barking down
a rat hole,” he confessed, “‘and the
rat wasn’t at home.”
“Talk sense!”
He hesitated. “Well, Linda Dane
and I have been putting our heads
together, trying to see some way
out of this. I thought we had a
lead. Old Mr. Wines, the dead girl's
father, told me that in her letters
home the girl spoke of a man’s
having asked her to dinner. I start-
ed to check on him.”
“Who was it?”
“I can’t very well"
“Nonsense! I can keep my mouth
shut when I choose.”
“Well, it was Mr. Loran.”
“Gus Loran?” She considered,
nodded. “He's an old goat,” she
agreed. “He never would have mar-
ried that Endle woman otherwice.
Go on. What about him?"
Dan Fisher said: “The thing
ed possible at first. I found
Mr. Loran was away in August,
the same time Miss Wines was
the old wom-
“Sweep her off her
Marry her and take care of
away. But that blew up. Two ways.
It turned out that Loran was in
Maine. I've talked with his guide.
He has a camp on a lake up there.
Flies up, flies his own plane. He
was there.”
He added: “And just to make
sure, I checked on him for the night
she was killed. We know what
time she went to Mr, Sentry’s of-
fice. Mr. Loran boarded a New
York train about the same time,
went right to bed. The porter saw
him in his pajamas a little after
eleven; and the porter's sure Loran
didn’t get off the train after that.”
She demanded, “Why couldn't
Miss Wines have been in Maine
too?"
“Guide says, No."
“Maybe he’s lying.”
“Didn't seem like a liar.”
“Maybe she was near there. May-
be he flew over to where she was.”
He hesitated, and she said sharp-
ly, “Speak up, man!"
“Miss Wines wasn't in Maine,” he
said reluctantly. “They've found
where Miss Wines was. She was at
a hotel in New Jersey.”
The old woman's fingers twitched,
her eyes closed, then opened again,
shrewd and keen. She said in a
“Why Couldn't Miss Wines
low tone: “You're not looking at
I suppose Arthur was with
her?”
He nodded. He said miserably:
‘““But it's Barbara that gets me!
She'll have to go through it all, the
trial, everything. She may even
have to testify! I wish I could—mar-
ry her, get her out of this.”
“In love with her, are you?”
“Yes!”
She demanded, “Then why don't
you?”
Dan looked at her quickly, and he
colored, and then he chuckled.
“You're a girl after my own heart!”
he declared. “I'd do it in a minute
~—if she'd have me—but I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“Money,” he confessed. *“‘And--
this is the only job I've got. If I
could land a promise of a job some-
where else—But these are tough
times in the newspaper game.”
“I'll finance you."
He grinned, shook his head.
“Easy come, easy go,” he remind-
ed her. “I've never been able to
hold on to money unless 1 earned
it myself.”” He added: “But I'd like
to find some way to keep her out of
this. Keep her out of the trial, any-
way. Why don't you take her away
yourself, to Europe or somewhere?”
The old woman said quietly, ‘“The
next trip I take, I shall have to go
alone, Dan.”
He met her eyes honestly, with-
out denial. ‘“This must have-—hit
you hard,” he assented. ‘‘The
shock, the worry, the uncertainty.”
She said, half to herself: “There's
no uncertainty. I've accepted that.
It's more Ellen's fault than his, per-
haps. She shut him out of her life
long ago. He had to turn some-
where. Yet I don’t mean to blame
her. At least she went on living
with him. This is hard on her; but
—it may change her, soften her.”
She added: “Yet he is my son!
Whatever he has done!”
Dan's eyes filled. He gripped her
hand. She said with a sudden faint
smile: “Professor Brace thinks it's
Barbara’s duty to—see it through.
I judge you don’t agree?”
He shook his head. “Lord love
you, no!” And his eyes began to
blaze. ‘Sometimes Brace—'" Then
he checked himself. “I wish I could
take her away!”
ter upon Barbara.
every way to cheer her;
Christmas approached he tried to
ing she interrupted their discussion
to say:
“Phil, tell me truly, do you think
father killed her?”
He was shocked into silence for a
moment; countered then, “Gosh,
Barb, what do you take me for?”
“Do you?” she insisted.
“No, of course not.”
“I read all the newspapers,” she
said. “If he didn’t, how could all
the things they say be true?”
He said: “But you haven't read
father's side of it, Barb. Wait till
he tells his story.”
“What is his story, Phil?"
“Why, he doesn't know anything
about it at all.”
She looked away from him. “Phil,
shall we all have to testify?”
“Not mother,” Phil replied.
“Probably not any of us.” He add-
ed: “Mother can testify if she wants
to, though. ' She probably will if he
wants her to.”
“I won't!"
“Well, if he wants us to—"'
“]l won't!” she repeated tensely,
eyes still averted. ‘No matter who
wants me to. I won't! I'll—cut out
my tongue first.”
Her voice shook, and he said:
“Whoa, Barb! You're scared.
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ake! { i
Have Been In Maine Too?”
There's nothing to be scared of!”
She looked furtively all around.
“Phil,” she whispered, ‘do they
know for sure when Miss Wines was
killed? The papers said at first
someone heard the shot a little past
one, but—Mr. Hare said they think
maybe she was killed earlier.”
Phil hesitated. “1 don't think
they're sure, Barbara. But—it
wasn't a shot that man heard.
They've found a truck that back-
fired about that time.” And he said:
“They know when Miss Wines ate
dinner; and they know about how
long it takes food to digest, so they
go by that, partly; and partly by—
well, things doctors look for.”
“What time do they think she
was killed?" He did not answer;
and she whispered: "Phil, father
got home that night at quarter of
one. I told Dan Fisher, and Dan
told me not to tell anyone, but 1
had already told Mr. Flood.” Her
voice rose, was shrill. “I won't tell
it again, Phil. Never! I won't! They
can’t make me!”
He took her, shaking, in his arms,
intent to comfort her. “You won't
have to, Barb. 1 won't let them
bother you.”
She clung to him.
tongue first.”
“Don’t get so excited, Barb!”
“But why did Dan tell me not to
tell, Phil?"
Phil said almost sternly: ‘Now
listen, Barb! Quit worrying! It's all
right. What do you read the papers
for anyway? Where do you get
them?”
“In at grandmother’s,”” she con-
fessed. ‘I have to, Phil. No one
“I'll cut out my
ever tells me anything, and I have
to know what’s going on.” And she
cried desperately: “Phil, I won't
telll They can't make me, can
they?"
He evaded answering. “Say,
you're doing a great job on grand-
mother, Barb,” he said. “You sure-
ly take a load off mother and me.
Of course, we miss you at home, but
someone has to be with her. Is
she all right? Is there anything she
wants?”
And the shot at random was suc-
cessful. “Yes, there is,” Barbara
remembered. ‘“‘She told me to tell
you, she wants to see Mr. Falk-
ran!”
Phil seized on this. “Sure!” he
cried. “I'll get in touch with him;
we'll take him in to see her this
afternoon. Right away.”
And the enterprise at once en-
gaged them. Barbara went in town
to make her grandmother ready;
and when at half-past two Phil ap-
peared with the lawyer, the old
woman received him in state, sit.
ting very erect in her great chair.
But at once she sent Phil and Bar-
bara out of the room, and when
they were alone she asked Falkran
questions, watched him, studied
him.
He suggested at last, “You
haven't been to see Mr. Sentry.”
“No.”
“He asks often for you,” Falkran
told her. “I shall be glad to tell
him I have seen you so hale and
well.”
She eyed him shrewdly.
want me to go see him?"
“I know it would—help him,” he
admitted.
“Then I will,” she promised, in a
curiously submissive tone. ‘The
first fine day.”
“Splendid!” he said, beaming. “If
you do, Mrs. Sentry, 1 guarantee
everything else.”
Old Mrs. Sentry tried to carry
out her promise to see her son.
“But I shall want to be with Arthur
alone,” she said, then added: “Yet
I'd like for you—for all of you-—to
ride down with me, wait for me
outside. My courage is good, but
I'm not as strong as I used to be.”
They waited for a fair day, but
that winter in Boston was a bitter
one. Not till the first week of Feb-
ruary, on the eve of the approach-
ing trial, did the season serve. Then
came a day when spring seemed
just around the corner, and the sun
shone warm. Old Eli brought the
ancient limousine. Barbara and the
nurse helped Mrs. Sentry dress;
the elevator and down and into the
car. She sat between Barbara and
Mrs. Sentry, Phil on the small tip-
up seat in front of them. They
drove through scant mid-afternoon
traffic to the jail; and the old wom-
an's cheeks shone bright and bright-
er, flushed and hot, and Barbara
saw a pulse pound in her thin throat.
came, go in. As the car stopped,
she collapsed suddenly, not falling,
was not faint-heartedness. In a sud-
den terror, uncertain what to do,
Phil and Barbara stammered and
fumbled; but Mrs. Sentry
steadily:
was too much for her.”
They all stayed in town that night
with her; for the doctor had fore-
in a surprisingly
She said:
spoke,
voice.
she added, with no
he can use-—this—just as well.”
Her death,
per. “Mrs. Sentry Dead on Eve of
Trial,” said the afternoon editions.
Her funeral occurred on Saturday,
two days before the trial was to be-
gin. The brief and premature warm
spell had ended in a blizzard that
clogged traffic. - They followed her
to the cemetery between banked
walls of snow.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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THIS
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By LEMUEL F. PARTON
who became a motion picture star,
develops his toy airplane hobby into
a business.
Robot Planes Is :
Ex-Pug Denny’s of six
Hobby-Business planes to Uncle
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Reginald Denny will be re-
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a side door as Japan slams the open
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He came to this country to attend
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after an Arctic expedition which had
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