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Show THIS MAN IS YOURS Telearam Fiction bv Rob Eden ' the dread, too, of saying good night to the gateman. She couldn't remember remem-ber when shs hsd ever felt so broken. Last week she had been so sure of herself. Even four days sgo she had been so sure of herself. Now shs wasn't It was an effort to put one foot In front of the other to walk. A her desk she looked at the phone. The sight of it had been (.Continued from Preceding Pagtt , Yorke is not ons of Wheian's men. Whelan is as much in the dsrk about him as we are. Whelan, incidentally, inci-dentally, Is positivs Yorke is guilty, and when I say positive, I mean Whelan Is going to movs heaven and earth to prove him guilty. Captain Cap-tain Gallishaw is sure Yorke is guilty, too." Myrtle closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. .Hugh. Amazing and amusing. Noth-t ing to worry about! I should just go around calmly as If nothing bad happened!" "That's what I'm doing." 'That's what I do when I'm at the mill, working, and there are people around me. But when I'm alone, or when I'm with you, and we're alone, it's different. I can't keep up, and if I don't get away "First, this Milton Singer is hurt, and I worry about him. I can't sleep because I'm thinking of him, and hoping and praying he won't die. And then Yorke gets our of jail, and I've got that on my mind, too." "If you'd only realise that there's nothing to worry about That everything every-thing is all right " 'She laughed, a harsh laugh. Her body shook with it. "your optimism Is amazing, frightening lately, for It reminded her of the Lakeside hospital, and the Lakeside hospital reminded her of Milton Singer, for three years an employe of the Burton Silk Mills at Fulton City. As shs sat down, exhausted, she wanted to call the hospital, and she didn't wsnt to call. She was torn between the two extremes. It was always that way these days. Even when her phone rang during the day, that frightful feeling came over her that the ring concerned the man who was still unconscious in room BO at Lakeside. Hugh came out his hat In his hand and a brief case under his arm. He patted her hand as he passed, and for the first time In her life the little caress didn't thrill her. After be Was gone, and she didn't hear his footsteps again, she picked up the phone and got the hospital. She couldn't believe It at first She had to ask the nurse who answered on ths fifth floor to repeat what she had said. "Mr. Singer died a few moments ago. Miss Phillips. I was just going to call you. Do you wan to come down and make arrangements with his family?" Somehow she spoke to the nurse after that quite calmly. She never knew where she had aummoned the hidden resources that made her consider con-sider the death of Milton Singer so efficiently. It was only after she had hung down the receiver that her bead fell Into her arms on her desk. Murder, shs thought It's murder . . . And the word kept drumming into her brain like a hammer. (Continued Saturday) (Copyright. 1837, for The Telnram.) tor a wniie a m going ro orcta. That's why I wsnt to take a long vacation, three or four months. I'll be back. Don't worry about that I'll be back, but I can't stay on any longer now not the way I feeL" "Impossible now. Utterly Impossible. Impos-sible. Your vacation hasn't been scheduled until the last of August snd we can't change the dates now. We've got to go on as we were. You'll have to pull yourself together to-gether some way." "I can't!" Their eyes met His were cold, sharp. Hers were frightened, haunted. Hugh wished again that he had never seen Myrtle Phillips. He had been wishing it more and more lately. late-ly. He thought that he had never hated anyone more thoroughly in his life before and his lifs hsd been filled with a good many people he hated. A cold, vicious hate be had for Myrtle. A hate which when he faced her like this made the warm blood in his veins seem lika ice, and the nerves In his body lika ice, too. Some people Hugh hated with a warm, racing, disturbing hate. Huxley, Hux-ley, for instance. But with Myrtle it was different When he spoke, however, none of the ice and cold his blood and nerves felt showed in his voics. Hit voice was kindly. "You can. Myrtle. You can and you wilL I need you now. I've got to have you with me. For moral support, sup-port, you see." She knew he was lying. She knew that he wanted her with him for the saks of appearances not . for moral support , "I'll be all right" she said after a long pause, and she wondered how she could love him as shs did when he hated her so. For in the same way that she knew he was lying, she felt the cold hate about him. She saw it In his eyes, although al-though shs didn't hear it in his voice. "Of course you'll be all right," Hugh was relieved. "And when this Yorke mess blows over, you can go away after a reasonable time, of course. Don't know bow long that will be. though. Should be only a couple of weeks. Whelan lid today that Yorke- bad been reported in California around Los Ang-les. Gallishaw told him." Myrtle got to her feet and walked slowly to the door which led into her own little office. "I'm going." She hoped she wouldn't meet anyone any-one of the watchmen going out. be-aue be-aue she didn't feel sble to summon bsck enough of her nerve to make a decent appearance. There was |
