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Show ;Km tot JjJ ; --- . .X .J'from the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture 't:- ') KpsX starring Joan Crawford and Clark Gable C-H-yJ tj ty FRABCES BARBCSS ' A ' ; RESUME: Mike Anthony, London correspondent J "-JZ " ' the New York Chronicle, hat helped wealthy Sally V VnV Parker escape from marrying the mercenary Prince " h '" ' .. lijor of Russia. They hare stolen the plane of the -J-- V; x V Baron and Baroness Spanderman, international V V ' spies. The latter are hot on their trail. Also pursuing --:a ' them is Barney Pells, a reporter and Mike's bitterest V- v ; ' ''V V rival. Sally hates all reporters and M ike is afraid v" vv ;,i" "S;-,. that Barney will spill the beans and expose him . Sally L'.. ? :. ;,.V V$!Zfd Mike have spent the nighl at the Palace of F on- )' "V" w taincblcaw. Suddenly, Barney appears through a wall ( i panel. Then. from outside, they hear a party of tcmrisla. Chapter Four THE VILLAIN PURSUES , r I i . - " ? v :J' I ' ') 1 ,"JJ Iiere arc my clothes, Mr, Under wcar-Snatcher?" "Barney, old Pal!" Mike cried, looking around wildly for escape. There 'was a whistle from the door. It was the guide, gesticulating frantically. He was totally ignored. "What did you do with my pants?" Barney yelled at Mike. The group of tourists began to crowd in through the door. Mike made a conciliatory gesture to Barney. "Now don't get your lungs in an uproar." Thundering down the halls came the guides and gendarmes. "He's in here a girl and another man, too!" Mike grabbed Sally's hand. "It's tthe law! Come on!" Yanking her after him, he dashed for the panel. Barney leaped after them. "Aramis is with you, sweetheart!" he snarled. But he was just a fraction of a second too late. The panel closed in his face. One of the tourists turned to his wife, a dreamy smile on his face. "You see, Mama? And you thought we had trouble when we had mice in the walls." A half hour later, Mike and Sally emerged from the little apparel "store in Fontainebleau dressed in the village best. Sally looked at him adoringly. "You're breaking the fashion plate but I'm keeping all the pieces, darling." Mike smiled. "You go across the street to that restaurant while I write a cable." Sally nodded. "I'd like to see your mother's face when she reads the news you've got to tell Ijer this morning," she said. Mike swallowed hard. "Er yeah, sure." Smiling happily, Sally proceeded to the little cafe. ; ' L -a . r; ' s Youvc been lying all the time,'1' Sally cried. As Mike joined her at the table a lew minutes afterwards, the waiter started to unfold a newspaper for her. But instantly, Mike snapped to, like a leaping bass. Snatching the paper, he settled back. "Sure. News from home, eh? You order. I'll read. Nothing much happening " Sally laughed reprovingly. "Now that's polite, isn't it " But suddenly sud-denly her face whitened. She had seen the paper on the next table. The headline read: "Anthony tells of Sally's Ideal Man. Sally's Love Contest. Con-test. Which should she marry, Prince or Reporter?" Sally blazed at him, "Why, you sheer unadulterated worm." Mike began miserably, "Sally darling " in an effort to explain that the contest con-test idea hadn't been his. But hot, eloquent words of sarcasm were pouring pour-ing from her mouth. Every once in a while Mike tried to utter a sound. But he was beaten from the start. After all, he was only a man. "The only girl this side of the moon, you said last night," Sally raged. "And to think I listened to it." For the last time, Mike tried again. "Don't you realize that last night was too important to us to let anything hurt it?" Sally looked at him bitterly. "How can I tell what last night was until I see the' next issue of the Chronicle." At this, Mike jumped up. "I've heard enough! I'm through." He slapped .some money on the table. "There's taxi fare to Paris." As he strode away, Sallv yelled after him, "And I kept a diary when I was twelve years old. Why don't you steal it?" Then she began to sob. . . .. .V .... . ' ' .: f . . -, - . ! "'Pitt up your hands,' the Baron said. She was still sniffling, when, looking thorugh her tears, she found Barney seating himself at the table. He glanced at the paper., "Oh, so you finally read your report card. Pretty brutal stuff, if you ask me," he said virtuously. "Y-yes," Sally moaned. Then suddenly she had an inspiration. "Listen Barney," she said. "You re going to have me for your own personal scoop. You can print anything about me what I eat for breakfast, how I take a bath, things about Mike Anthony and me, anything to make him squirm." Barney stood up and offered his hand. "Parker baby, you call the shots and I'll pull the trigger." Sally too, jumped up. "Come on, reporter! I've got work to do! Woman's work." In the first class compartment of a train en route to Nice, she and Barney gloomily went through the motions of a checker game. Her heart was heavy with woe, for she was missing Mike like the dickens and already regretting her impulsive action. "You wouldn't like to neck, would you?" Barney asked conversationally. conversation-ally. Sally looked at him with a weary air. "No, thank you very much, Barney. Do you mind?" The door opened and she felt a chill run up her spine. The Baron Spanderman, Span-derman, dressed in the uniform of a train conductor, was covering them both with a revolver. The Baroness eyed them vindictively. The Baron and Baroness have caught up u ith Sally. H ill they make her their prisoner?) Don't fail to read tomorrows exciting installment. |
