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I ]11 I I I I I THE SAGUACHE CRESCENT WITH BANNERS son with the lines spoken on the mean something. Were they leav- Guess I&apos;ll have to date her up!" stage. The curtain fell slowly on the mi- nor climax of the first act. The setting and theme had been estab- I lished and the characters present- ed. The audience applauded enthu- siastically. From a hole in the cur- tain Brooke saw the New York pro- ducer go up the aisle. Would he re- turn? "Don't you dare go away, don't you dare!" she flung at his straight back. "How did it go?" Sam's voice was hoarse. "It's wonderful, Sam. Not an un- necessary word; every line was Forward march!' for your story. The acting is the best I've ever seen in an amateur performance." "6o what? Does it prove" any- thing? They're all good except Daphne; she isn't getting her lines over. I hold my breath every time she opens her mouth. Isn't Trent great? He's the spark-plug of the cast. Wait till you see him in the crucial moment in the next act, when he thinks the girl he loves has double-crossed him." Jerry Field appeared beside her dressed in leather jacket and knick- ers, with a gun in his hand. "How's it going, Brooke?" "I can't see the stage, but from the response of those out front I'd say it was a hit. You're grand in that sports costume. You've made every point, Jerry." "Thanks. That's because when I say a word of love to Lucette I'm saying it to you." He caught her hand and pressed his lips to it fer- vently. "Please--don't, Jerry." "You've said that too many times, sweet thing. After the play we'll have a reckoning--get me?" "After the play." Brooke repeated the weeds to herself. So much was t happen that Would change lives, after the play. "Hey! Field! Field, come on!" Sam's whisper. Sam's beckoning hand. Brooke followed Jerry as (ar as the wings from which she could see him drop to a log on the stage, left center. "Why don't you turn thumbs up and end the poor boy's torment?" asked a low voice behind her. She turned quickly. Something in Mark Trent's voice made her furi- ously angry. "That's quite a suggestion that I end 'the poor boy's torment.' I will. Tonight." "Don't do it until I change after the show. I want to drive you home, Brooke. There is something I must say to you." Brooke felt the blood rush to her face and recede. Had Henri double- crQssed her and told him about the will? Did Mark Trent think she in- tended to hide it? She wouldn't give him a chance to accuse her before she produced that paper locked in her desk. She said as steadily as she could with his eyes boring into her soul: "Sorry. The minute the curtain falls, I shall dash to Lookout House to change into something snappy for the grand celebration. You wouldn't have me come toyour grand party in this green knit, would you? Quick! Sam wants the wings cleared." She backed out, conscious of Mark Trent's disturbing presence close beside her. "The music has stopped! There go the loots!" She caught his sleeve, looked up and begged in an un- steady whisper: "Do your best, Mark. This act will kill or make the play." His lips were on hers so quickly that she had no chance to protest. He kissed her passionately, thor- oughly; said in a husky whisper: "Credit that to the silent police- man. Now, I'll play that part to the hilt." Brooke tried to ignore her racing pulses. She mocked: "I seem to be in the path of an emotional cyclose; first, Jerry Field; now you. I suppose Jed will be the next. Your cue! Quick! Quick!" In an instant he was on the stage. Brooke shut her eyes tight in an effort to steady a whirling world. Mark Trent's lips on hers had been like an electric current through her body. Every pulse, every nerve re- sponded. She listened. It was very still in front, a sort of hypnotized stillness. She could hear the voices on the stage, but she couldn't keep her mind on what they were saying.- Even as she supplied properties, even as the actors made their en- trances and exits she-was thinking of Mark Trent's eye, s as he had looked down into hers, was wonder- trig what he wanted to tell her on the Way home? How Reyburnish! The incurable dramatic streak in the Reyburn temperament had been in the sad- dla when the'had planned that. CHAPTER XIII As the curtain fell with dramatic slowness for the last time, the audi- ence stood clapping and calling. As it rose agn, Brooke saw the blond marcelle, second row center, make its way up the aisle followed by a .mtm  sleek black hair. The pro- ing before speaking to Sam? He was on the stage now in the midst of the cast who had taken their bows; the arms of the women were heaped with flowers. He had put on coat and collar and tie but the white bow had gone rakish. He looked very young as he stood grinning boyishly and waiting for a chance to speak. His voice shook as he said: "Thanks lots! Glad you liked it. Couldn't have put it across without their help." He indicated the men and girls around him on the stage, and the audience broke into thun- derous applause. The curtain fell slowly. Brooke's eyes were blinded by happy tears as she started for the dressing-room. She must get back to Lookout House to change for the party. The girls of the cast were going to Mark Trent's in the eve- ning frocks they had worn in the last act. Leaving the wings, she collid- ed with the marcelled blond. The New York producer! He was un- aware of her murmured apology as he gesticulated and talked to his sleek-haired companion. She lis-, tened unashamedly and heard him say: "It's got everything. Humor, sus- pense, moving simplicity, fidelity to ideals, and unfaltering movement." "But has it got box-office?" 'Tll gamble my last dollar on it. It's the old recipe for play-writing carried to perfection: "'Make 'era laugh; make 'era weep; make 'em wait.' Where'd you say that boy got his start?" Brooke dodged acquaintances and strangers in evening clothes who were crowding on to the stage to "Get Going! Get Going!" greet the actors. In the dressing- room she slipped into her fur coat and ran downstairs to her town car parked near the rear entrance. The snow was falling half-heart- edly as if it had not quite decided if it were worth while to come down at all. She drove swiftlytoward had home. Mark Trent ed her ask to plan his party, had told her to go the limit in preparations to make it a success. "Go as far as you like with every- thing, only be sure that there is enough to eat and sufficient help. To have plenty is an obsession of mine." There would be plenty and then some, .Just before she left Lookout House for the Club theater, the caterer "had arrived with' his van and a horde of waiters. They had sounded like an army making camp. Trent's Japanese cook came for- ward to open the door of the car when she arrived. Snow powdered his shoulders and cap. His eyes glittered in his swarthy face. His teeth gleamed as he ducked his head in a funny little bow. Brooke let down the window. "I won't get out here. Taku. I'll run into our garage. All the space outside will be needed for the cars of the guests." "You right, Mees. Thank you. Much big party, Kowa say." Would there be room for Sam's coupe? Brooke wondered, as she drove into the garage. One corner had been filled with ice cream tubs. He could leave it outside, she de- cided. She shut off her engine and partially closed the door as she went out. As she reached the dark hem- lock behind the Other House, she lingered for an instant in its deep shadow. How still the world was. Snow fell as softly as if someone had slit open a pillow and shaken down its feathers. There was no near sound of surf tonight. She shrank deeper into the purple gloom under the tree as two men came down the back steps from the :,itchen--waiters, she knew by their clothmg. Not more than five feet from her one of them stopped to light a cigarette. He growled: "The boss can wait for them ice cream tubs till I get a smoke.'" The other man closed his hand over the match. "You an' your dames! Forget 'em for tonight, or you'll crack up on this job. Come on!" As Brooke dressed in her room, the words and suggestive laugh of the man who had produced the plc- ture kept boiling up through her jubilation over Sam's success, through the inescapable memory of Mark Trent's eyes and voice as he had caught her in his arms. She was adjusting a rhinestone and synthetic emerald clip to the shoulder of her white satin frock when a thought forked through her mind like lightning. The amber and brown eyes of the looking-glass girl frowning back at her widened with amazement; her red lips moved. "He said--he said--'I'll have to date her up!' " In an instant she was on the floor beside her desk with a big manila envelope in her lap. She pulled out a bunch of clippings. She had it! the picture of a girl, Maggie Cas- sidy, and under it the caption: "She said that the man she saw in the garage was a swell-dressed fella." The waiter who had shown the other man the clipping was the Bath Crystal Bandit, the man she had recognized at the Supper club! He was the man who had tied up Hunt in the garage! Was he also the mur- derer of Lola Hunt? Why was the man in Mark Trent's house tonight? His pal had said: "Forget 'em, or you'll crack up on this job." What job? Something big must have tempted him to come so near the scene of his last hold-up, or had that newspaper headline stat- ing that he was being followed to Canada made him feel secure? What was he after? More jewels? "Get a peek at Mrs. Gregory out front, third row, center. She's blaz- ing with |eels." Jed Stewart's words answered Brooke's question as clearly as if whispered in her ear. The man had come for Mrs. Gregory's diamonds. She must notify the police! She snatched her hand from the tele- phone in its cradle on the desk. Not that. Wires had ears. She would go herself. Across the cause- way. To Inspector Harrison at headquarters. She could go and be back before she was missed. Sup- pose she were stopped on the way! Where was Henri? Was he in on this? She must locate him before she left the house. She caught up a green velvet wrap, stuffed some bills into her emerald satin bag. Pelted down the stairs, into the living-room toward the bell. Stopped. Where was the parrot? He was not in his cage! Had he made another break for freedom? She looked between the gilded bars. What seemed to be merely a bunch of green feathers lay stiffly on the bottom. , "Well, if this isn't just one of those days!" she said aloud. '/Oh, Brooke!" Jerry Field called from the hall. As she appeared in the doorway, he exclaimed: "Of all the gorgeous creatures.! You look like a million!" "Jerry, drive me across the causeway, will you? Quick[" "What's the matter?" "I must go. Is your road- ster here?" "Left it by your garage." "By the garage[" Brooke's blood congealed. Sup- pose as they stepped into the car the two crook waiters should appear for a tub of ice cream? Would the men suspect her errand? Into her mind flaslmd her reply to Mark Trent: "That's quite a suggestion that I end the poor boy's torment. I will. Tonight." What a thought for this crisis! What a thought! "Wait a minute, Jerryl While I'm upstairs, set the parrot's cage in the back hall, please. I--I can't bear to have it here. You'll See why." She raced up the stairs, charged into her bedroom, pulled a suit- case from the shelf. On the way down, she took the two lowest stairs in a jump. She thrust the case into Field's hand. "What's the big idea?" "Don't -- ask -- questions! Let's go!" "You can't walk in the snow in those white satin sandals, you'll ruin the green heels." She pushed him toward the door. "Get going! Get going[" "Well, I'll be darnedl Come on." Brooke felt the dampness between the straps of her sandals. It seemed miles to the garage. There was Jerry's roadster! A waiter was com- ing down the back steps. It might be the Bath Crystal Bandit[ She called in a guarded voice to the Japanese who was directing park- ing, but loud enough for the man on the steps to hear: 'Taku! Put this suitcase in the rumble. md, Taku, if you see my brother, tell him--tell him," she raised her voice, "that Mr. Field and I have run away to be mar- ried." 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