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Show H BORROWED HUSBANDS j 111 By 1 ! I MILDRED K. BARBOUR J 14 B Mildred K. Barbour, i svtn A ri. i in MAI.. (I op right. 1991, by The Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.) When Dr. Ixingwell had rejoined Nancy, she waited for him to mak-mention mak-mention Of tho little man who had played so important a part In Flenr-ett's Flenr-ett's traRedy. All he said was. "You look unusually .stunning tQ-iv tQ-iv 1 m quit proud to ho your SS-i SS-i ...ri. 1 notice that other men look jt mo enviously, ami I II bet they say: If' Lucky devil. I wonder how ho man-.-jrcs to get such a peach ." " Nancy made r.o runinunt until they were seated In a palm-sholiercd cor-uer cor-uer and the waiter had Bnm awaj with their order. Thn sin .-ild: "WHI1, now that yoii'vu round him. what are you going to do with him? Me looked from IlKhtlrur a cigar. ' Do with whom . " "Tho man yon were talking to in the lobby the little wretch who Is responsible for Fleurette's death." Very carefully h laid the cigar down "in the u-h-irny, and looked at 9T In amazement. "My dear girl, have you taken leave jf your senses V" it was Nancy's turn to stare. Dut 1 recognized him," she insisted. B langwe)l began to laugh. 1 before. Bat, by Jove, It's a cracker-j J M ingenue: now you'ic the heroine of u. H melodrama. W hat whims you women j.Jw ivol i say, Nancy, cut out t . act-i Zsfl ' M J WjJ 1 1 i j 1 y oui o w u " 1- tell Bflfl ou Qlllte plfwnly that nothing can ( Bl onvlnce me that you were not talk- i ing t- the man who drove the car' EjH .vhich killed poor Fleuretta. Remem- M . i. i saw him the inn. .wins day al s the scene of the wreck, and I don't easily forget people." The doctor picked up his cigar and puffed r calmly. I "As I recall." he said, "he was ; 'very common type. I'll admit he did : look something like this man McAv oy ;whom 1 ran across in the lobby. -Avoy la a former patient of mine, l j haven't seen hlin In years." Nancy dropped the subject. She I felt that It was useless to pursue it. I LangweH was too clever to be easily I caught She was convinced that she : had not made a mistake In recognising recognis-ing the little man she had en in eraation with the doctor, what I'hle reasons were, for denying ihe other oth-er 'a Identity, she oould not fathom, j hoi mor.i and more she became con-'vlnced con-'vlnced that there was a secret surrounding sur-rounding Me irctte's death which she should some day stumble- upon. She recalled Major Desmond's warning; warn-ing; the strange phrasing he had chosen when he had urged her to leav-jthe leav-jthe Lanrwell'a home before some unpleasant un-pleasant Inoldent had occurred. Did he actually suspect something, or was his motive In urging her de-'parture de-'parture liascd upon the Jealousy of a Multor for a rival? A vision of Desmond, big. blond, clear-eyed, rose before her like a reproach. re-proach. .she knew quite well that the young otffil er was Incapable of duplicity. He wus not like the suave smiling sunken opposite her, v, hose magnetically magnet-ically brilliant eyes were capable of an expression be.th crafty and cruel. Langwell was smiling across at her in an amused way, as If ho read her thoughts. There was that In his nrnil" Which said: "You lost on that round, my dear jflrl! You'll have to be a little clever-cr clever-cr if von expect to get anything on me." |