9 eo des T° = ly NWR WV 0. V << "MD ee ~~ Chapter One THE $5,000,000 SUIT Half dressed for his noonday mar- riage to Gladys Benton, Warren | Haggerty, managing editor of the {New York Evening Star, was called ‘back to the office. The paper had pulled a boner — had printed a (story about Connie Allenbury, daughter of J. B. Allenbury whom tthe owner of the Star, Hollis Bane, had fought for twenty years, keep- {ing him out of the United States {Senate and from being named Am- Ibassador. The story, cabled by the {Star's London, representative, had istated that Connie Allenbury had '*stolen” another woman’s husband ‘at a garden party. Then had come a frantic cable that it was all a mjs- take — Connie had not even been at the party. It was another woman. Presses were stopped, the papers al- jmeady sent to newsdealers recalled, but fifty copies of the paper had {been sold. Scarcely had Haggerty finished bawling out Walden, the city editor, lend gone to his office for a drink imvhen his fiancee, Gladys Benton, divorced wife of Jerry Simpson, flung open the door and entered fin angry mood, kicking the train of her bridal dress out of the way. What are you doing here?” asked Haggerty, startled. “Didn't Ching ‘tell you — ” “Sure, Ching told me, and I told him, and now I'm telling you — I won’t stand for it! You can’t do this to me! The first time it was a fire that interrupted our wedding, next time hs kidnapping. What's the gag this time?” “It's not a gag. The paper has made a terrible mistake!” “So has little Gladys! Engaged to & newspaper man — ” The door opened and Hollis Bane, owner and publisher, entered, stop- ped at sight of Gladys in her wed- ding finery. “Get rid of that woman and come to my office,” he said curtly, and walked out. Gladys grabbed the whiskey bottle and would have hurled it after the pub- lisher had not Haggerty prevented. “That's Mr. Bane, owner of the aper. I've got to see him at once. ’e're facing a big libel suit.” “You're facing a breach of pro- mise suit! If you don’t want to marry me just say so!” “We'll get married today. Tell the preacher to wait. I'll come the minute I'm free,” promised Hag- gerty. He called to an office boy to get a cab for Gladys and hurried into Mr. Blane’s office. “This is terrible, Haggerty,” said Mr. Bane. “A mistake like this can ruin the paper. Pure libel and slan- der, our lawyers say. I've got to get on my knees to the man I’ve fought for twenty years. I kept him out of the Senate, from being named ‘Ambassador. I've just put in a call to London for him.” “Let me talk to him,” said Hag- gerty. “He hates you. I'll take all the blame. You knew nothing about it. ” When the call from London came, Haggerty put on all his Irish charm, explained that the paper had made a slight mistake — nothing import- ant — but he was calling up to apologize. What he heard on the wire held him silent until he was cut off. Mr. Bane, who had been listening at an extension, stood up, stunned, unbelieving. “A libel suit for five mil- lion! His New York agent must have got one of those fifty copies and cabled him at once. His lawyers will serve the papers tomorrow! It's a chance to strike back and he’s striking! The paper will go!” “That's not going to happen to us!” cried Haggerty. “We've had other big suits. Remember that Fer- rleginl™ 5,» “But they were after money. [fhere’s never been a breath of scan- dal against Connie Allenbury.” “Not yet there hasn’t, but she's B girl and she’s human. I'm going to throw a man at her! The best man we ever had on libel, Bill Chandler.” “Yes, Chandler's the man! But fired him!" “And I'd do # again. He's a heel - x ¥ lo os by > ha LEABEUS MITCHELL rom the YE + ort (Fo ln But he’s the only man in the world to swing this case.” “Get him then,” said Mr. Bane: Gladys Benton was not married that day . . . oh For two days Haggerty tried to trace Bill Chandler — he'd gone to Chicago, to San Francisco, then to Singapore. Capitals of the world were reached by cable, ‘all in vain. At last, in despair, Haggerty gave instructions to call in'the Pinkerton detective agency. An office boy who overheard the conversation then came forward and said that Bill Chandler, who used to work for the Star, was in New York — at the Grand Plaza, . . , Haggerty waited in the lobby of the Grand Plaza until he saw Bill Chandler, clothed in the height of London fashion, go to the desk for his mail. He contrived to give Chandler an artful dig in the back with his elbow, turned to apologize, but Bill spoke without turning around: “Warren Haggerty! From Brook- lyn to Dompsy, a stab in the back spells Haggerty!” i Gladys seized Bill's arm and berated him for leaving his friend | Haggerty in the lurch. yh “I never stabbed you in the back. Chandler!” began Haggerty resent- fully, then controlled his anger. “That was two years ago — ” “And we should let bygones be bygones,” said Chandler. “Well, good-bye. Nice to have met you.” “By the way, Bill, what are you doing for yourself?” “Just finished a book, Warren, treating of my foreign adventures, the early hardships of my news- paper days and the rats I met run- ning about. I said rats!’ He looked Haggerty straight in the eyes. “Listen, if you mention me in that book — ” “Sue me for libel,” said Bill suave- ly: “Got a good man on the hush stuff?” “We get along, Bill, you're a darned good newspaper man and maybe I was a little hasty — ” “You mean you want to give me my job back? Start right where I left off — until the next time you have indigestion?” “It wasn’t indigestion.” “All right. You want to talk busi- ness. You're in a jam over the Al- lenbury girl. You ran a hot story and can’t find an out. What's she asking?” “Five million dollars.” Bill whistled. “Who does she think she is? I know all about her: “America’s international play girl’ — and she thinks it’s worth five million! Well, when I'm through with it, she’d take five cents.” “Done!” cried Haggerty. “You're on the payroll.” “Oh, no more $125 a week,” said Bill airily. “Here's the proposition. I've been expecting you for twenty- += & conceited, dou ing heel. four hours and I've got it all drawn up: $5,000 down plus expenses and, $50,000 on delivery.” : ggerty cried robbery, but he found Bill Chandler adamant and at length reluctantly signed the agreement. Bill had his plans all laid. He would go to London, sail home on the same boat with the Allenburys, have a private detective find Connie Allenbury in his room having a cocktail, and then his wife could bring suit for alienation ef affections. ‘lily “Only I have no wife,” said Bill. “We'll hire some attractive girl to marry me. When the time comes she'll stage a pretty little scene over her erring husband, sue Con- nie Allenbury for alienation of af- fections and then sue me for divorce.” “Duplicate the situation of the story we printed!” exclaimed Hag- gerty delighted. “Only this time it will be true! But how about the girl to marry you? Know any- body?” “It's tricky — we've got to get somebody we can trust.” “Listen!” cried Haggerty, an ecsta- tic look on his face. “I've got the very girl! I'll pons her now and we'll meet at the City Clerk’s of- fice in an hour! . ..” In a corner of the City Clerk's office, Haggerty sought to con- vince Gladys Benton that she should marry Bill Chandler until the libel suit was quashed, then get a divorce and marry him. Gladys was raging. “I've taken plenty from you for that paper, Warren Haggerty, but this gets the blue ribbon — trying to marry me off to another guy — to that baboon! If you don’t want to marry me, just say so.” “Of course I want to marry you, but this comes first. It’s our only chance. Why, no other paper in the world would take me on as office boy if the Star loses this suit! You remember Ed Glover when he lost that libel suit? They found his car gone over a cliff, a revolver in his hand. Besides, you're not marrying him really. A wedding ceremony, six hours in a hotel apartment with him—and I'll be there every minute — then after the suit is thrown out, to Reno for a divorce.” : “No, thanks, Pm not having any! I want to get married and stay married!” Bill Chandler, with a wink at Haggerty, then balked; said he wouldn't go through with it with Gladys for a million and was walk- ing out, when Gladys seized his arm and berated him for leaving his friend, Haggerty, in the lurch. The marriage was performed, the fake telegram calling Chandler to London, , delivered in Chandler's hotel apartment while Haggerty was present, and the bridegroom torn from the arms of his new bride in the path of duty, with wit- nesses to the bride's heart break at the separation... : ry Boarding the boat at Southamp- ton on the return to New York, Bill Chandler hired some reporters and photographers to pester Connie Allenbury for a statement on her suit against the Star and to pose for pictures. He then knocked down one of the offending reporters and held the others off until her father rescued her and took her on board. He had counted on Mr: Allenbury’s wanting to thank him and was not surprised when the great man’s sec- retary arrived and invited him to join his employer in a cocktail at the grill room bar. While they were still there, Connie Allenbury joined them. She was strikingly beautiful in a pure white dinner gown. She responded indifferently to her father’s introduction of Chandler, and explained that she had run away to avoid meeting Mrs. Van Arsdale and her gushing daughter, Babs, fellow passengers on the voy- age over but whom they had man- aged to elude on their stay in Europe. } “We're in for it,” said her father resignedly. “They'll be asking us to dinner.” “They’ll have to find us first” said Connie. “I've been ducking them all day.” She turned negligent- ly to Bill. “Are you having fun, r, —— “Chandler,” Bill supplied the name. “I'm simply in stitches.” “Father, did’ you cable about my plane, I'm dying to feel the stick in my hands again , . . Do you fly, Mr. — ” . “Chandler,” supplied Bill. “I crossed with Lindbergh a couple of times, but fishing is my sport.” His reference to Mr. Allenbury’s favor- ite sport elicited no response. And Bill had spent hours getting up on the art of angling — from books. Mrs. Van Arsdale and her blonde, willowy daughter, caught sight of the Allenbury’s and bore down upon them — typical American social climbers who wanted to make use of the Allenburys. They invited them to have dinner with them. Bill noted Mr. Allenbury’s lame ex- cuses, and went auickly nearer, as though just arriving. “Sorry, if I'm late, J. G. IT had to get a wire off. Shall we go in to dinner now?” Connie gave him a look, covered her father’s puzzlement, excused themselves from the Van Arsdales and took Bill's arm. © (T96—Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Cop, (To be continued.) ORAW ALINE FROML TO 40 Fi IND YOU'LL HAVE A PORTRAIT. § OF ARTISTIC ARTIE'S ~~ < UNK ORY... nh 2 56 A HOT CONDIMENT 78 A GENTLE BLOW | 9-40. 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