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Show l'AUli MX ! - ( r... - . . ' I ' ' ' ' ' ' 1 1 ' - f " v 7 " ' : .:. -J -i Cookie'9 face had gone white. i The phone rang. With trembling I fingers he lifted the receiver, j "eah, Davie? You say ... in the second . . . it'B White Queen, Yeah . . . yeah." 1 Cookie dropped the receiver. He roae unsteadily from the chair, 'took two steps and fell flat on his face. When his partner revived him, he moaned In a weak voice: "She breezed in by four lengths at seventeen to one! Oh!" Then came another shock. Sleeper, the strong-arm man for gambler Branigan, arrived. He wanted that seventeen thousand for his boss. "It'll take time to get that much money together," ventured Kandy. "Sure that's a lotta clams," chirped Cookie. "We'll have it in the mornin'," he said desperately. "Okay. Til tell the boss," whispered whis-pered Sleeper with a yawn. "Brani- T : ...ia-j 7 don't want million. Just a nice Utile pay check eacK week." MilSELSB Adapted from the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture by JACK HARROWER CAST OF CHARACTERS Randolph Haven. . 9 . Robert Young Norma Havan . Ruth Hussey Dr. Ladislaus Milic t Felix Brossart Eric Santley - Lee Bowman Johnny Branigan Sheldon Leonard Cookla Farrar - Sam Levene had to be done, and quickly. She was fed up with chasing his get-rich-quick schemes. She recalled some of hia million - dollar dreams the gold mine in Colorado, the oil well in San Diego, and the meat packing company in Chicago. She didn't want millions. mil-lions. Just a nice little pay check every week. In a word, she said that Randy had to go to work but steady. She was fed up on leaving hotels without checking out In the accepted manner, and picking him up at the my agent that you liked the book." 1 lour book?" The puoUsuer ioon-ed ioon-ed puzzled. ! Tnen cleverly the super-salesman put over his act. How silly of him. He had come to the wrong publisher pub-lisher ... hia appointment was with the Singer Company . . . the excitement or selling his book auei four years of hard work had , him all rattled . . . and so woulan t Mr. Santley forgive the stupid in- i trusion? ... so sorry . . By this time Santley was obvi- , ously interested. If the Singer concern was so anxious to sign a contract with this author, he must have something unusual The publisher pub-lisher suggested that he leave the manuscript with him for perusal. , The title intrigued him. He was particularly interested in that type , of literature. And he had some sales methods in mind to appy . . . radio, and the modern slant, ; you know. "Surely," urged Santley, as Randy hesitated, "you can hold the Singer people off till tomorrow. I'll read it tonight, and let you know my decision at once." And so Randy gave In with a great show of reluctance. Santley asked for his phone number so he , could reach him at once. As Randy left, he sat right down to read the manuscript. I That evening Randy and Norma visited the furniture store and I then attended a movie. Returning I to the apartment, Norma was all filled up with the joy of their new existence living like regular folks and enjoying the small pleasures pleas-ures of life. Her husband was very uncomfortable uncom-fortable as he listened to her happy hap-py chatter. He knew her dreams were due for a rude shock. Finally Fin-ally he braced himself to tell her. He had barely started when a knock sounded at the door. Randy opened it to greet Cookie who was unceremoniously shoved into the room by a tough Broadway gentleman gentle-man with an unlighted cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth. "Hello, Branigan," greeted Randy with a show of cheeriness. The gambler walked into the room without a word. Sleeper slouched in after him. Branigan nodded to Norma as Randy introduced them. The visitor went right to the point. "Where's my seventeen thousand fish? I picked that nag named White i Queen. If she hadn't come home, I'd, have laid a thousand clams on the line. She clicked. And now you're failin' to deliver." Norma took it all in. Her quick mind saw everything clearly. She arose, and started toward the bedroom. bed-room. She gave Randy a frigid look as she disappeared. The taut, tense silence was broken by the telephone bell. In relief, Randy lifted the receiver. It was publisher Santley. He had finished read'ng the manuscript. Would Dr. Haven be at his office at ten o'clock in the morning? Would he! Randy hung up, and in a few well chosen but excited words, explained it all to Branigan. Brani-gan. If Branigan would play along with him, he'd deal him out fifty percent of what he earned on the book. The publisher was crazy about it. Said it would be a sensational sen-sational seller. Branigan was undecided. He looked at Cookie. "Okay. I'll hold Cookie as a sort of a deposit till I know this is official." Cookie groaned. Then Branigan left; with him and Sleeper, as Randy assured him he would see him at Cookie's office after his talk with the publisher. Can Randy Haven get Santley to publish the ' book so he can start paying his debt to Bran'.ganf And now that Norma knows he deceived de-ceived her about his job, will she forgive him t Read next week'r chapter. Printed in V. 8. A. OODyrleht 1M1 hy Loaw's Tnrt. Chapter On PAY THAT BET! The dapper and handsome young man cume Jauntily down the hotel corridor, and burst into a room. A fnminine voice called from the bfidroom. "Who's there?" ; "Hurry up. Norma darling. I've got a lot to tell you." i A pretty girl appeared at the ; bedroom door. i "I've got a lot to tell you, too, Rnndy dear," she echoed with a sweet smile that her husband had learned might mean something anything but sweet. They embraced fondly, as young couples madly in love do. She pushed him back gently and surveyed him, still with that deceptive de-ceptive sweet smile, and said: "JIow are things?" "Darling," he cried, Ignoring the question, "you're beautiful. So lovely. love-ly. So ,r "Randy how are things?" Still her voice was deceptively sweet but firm. "Oh, you mean things! Wonderful. Won-derful. I was just over at the Crolghton Investment Company. They think my ideas are tremendous. tremen-dous. They "They phoned." "Who?" "The Crelghton Investment Company." Com-pany." "Oh," he said, flustered. "Well, the Better Business Bureau is very Interested " "They phoned, too." Her voice had lost its sweetness. "Hm. Anybody else phoned?" "The hotel manager. And I've packed the bags." That was all Randy needed to know. Now It was time for action. They had developed a clever routine, after unfortunate experiences experi-ences in various hotels in many cities. Randy grabbed the bags, and placed them on a serving table after disposing of the dishes in various places around the room. Covering the bags with the tablecloth, table-cloth, Randy tipped the waiter handsomely when he arrived, and accompanied that unsuspecting person per-son right down to the- kitchen. He gave the puzzled waiter a lot of fast talk about having an appointment appoint-ment with the chef to discuss a special dish they were concocting together. Arrived !n the kitchen, Randy grabbed the concealed bags, as the waiter went searching for the chef, and disappeared through the back exit. Norma, with perfect timing, was waiting in a taxi. Some hours later, as they traveled travel-ed on a long weary day coach trip to New York City, Norma mado Randy realize that something So Randy gave her his word that he would cultivate the steady job and the simple life. Anything to make his darling happy. When they were located In a small apartment in Washington Heights, Randy was soon able to announce that he had a job with the Ajax Collection Agency. Norma found a position with a department store, just to lend him moral support in his new life of honest work. In their modest apartment they were quite happy. Every morning they dashed out to work together. Over the evening meal they discussed dis-cussed their day's experiences. But Norma little suspected that Randy was still pursuing his dream of easy money running a book-making book-making office under guise of a collection agency. He had a partner part-ner named Cookie. They specialized special-ized in two-dollar bets. Norma was so happy. Every day they met in a cafeteria for lunch. On this day she was extra cheerful, cheer-ful, for in the evening they were going to buy some furniture on the installment plan. "Now we're getting some place, Randy," she said joyfully. "And I like the feeling of security in knowing you have that collection job. It's steady and honest." That made Randy wince and think. So when he returned to his partner Cookie, he announced abruptly that he was quitting the bookie game. He had to make the little woman happy, so he was going to grab himself a respectable respect-able job. "But we're going great!" remonstrated re-monstrated Cookie. "We're " Then his eye fell on a betting tab among a batch that his partner had laid on the table. "Hev!" he yelled , in sudden fright. "What's this? Am I seem' things? A thousand thou-sand dollar bet on "White Queen'?" Randy nodded. He said he took it from Branigan, a notorious Broadway gambler. gan's funny. Don't like nobody to owe him nothin'." When he had gone. Randy and Cookie feverishly scanned a memo book showing their bets. Only a bare hundred owing. But there was a gent named Professor Ladislaus Milio, who wrote books. He owed three hundred and thirty dollars. "Let's get him," said Randy grimly. "That dough might save our lives." They found Professor Milic in his frowsy one-room apartment covered with manuscripts and dust. He was broke, and quite unconcerned uncon-cerned about Cookie's desperate pleadings for that money he owed him. Randy spoke up with a sudden sud-den idea. "How about those?" He pointed to a pile of typewritten manuscripts manus-cripts on a table. "Help yourself," shrugged the professor indifferently. "If you can sell one, that's more than I could do." Randy was reading the title of one out loud: "The Neurological and Physiological Manifestations of Marriage in Relation to Twentieth Twen-tieth Century Civilization," by Dr. Ladislaus Milic. "Do you like the title?" asked Milic. "You can have it." "Look!" protested Cookie. "He owes me over three hundred iron men. And you want to settle for a book!" Randy soothed his pal, and took leave of the professor, carrying the manuscript under his arm. Then he left Cookie, and hunted up a public stenographer. It was the work of a few minutes to change the title page to read: "By Dr. Randolph Haven." Not long thereafter he stood before be-fore an office door on which was lettered, "The Medallion Press. Eric Santley, Publisher." Randy found Santley a young, attractive at-tractive man. He put on his best selling act, smiling breezily. "I was delighted to learn from |