Argosy All-Story Weekly, February 7, 1925 — page 104: what you’re looking at

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5 re sir?” he inquired of Mr. Sprague. ‘I’ve got two tickets.” “Kind of late, isn’t it?” “partied Suzanne’s father. “No. Bet I can get us icon here ee in time to see the start of the piece! = “Not on your life, young fellow!” srowled Mr. Sprague. ‘“ Not the way you drive. I got a weak heart.” Til. In spite of his temporary victory, the next few days were anxious ones for William. True, he saw rather more of Suzanne. Turkington, since the night of his summary dismissal, had not put in another appearance. William tried € earnestly to fol- low Mr. Sprague’s exper ics but it is difficult to be stern and domineering with a girl who giggles at one’s carefully re-— hearsed declarations. Then came the cruel bolt from the blue. Suzanne decided, overnight, to visit a friend at Sayville. And it was Turkington —suddenly returned to favor, how and when William could only gloomily conjec-— ture—who drove her over in the tomato can, the evening before he started on his South- — ern flight. William had a lengthy interview with Mr. Sprague that evening. When he turned up a week later—unin- vited and unannounced—to drive: ee home from Sayville, she appearec mildly surprised. It was a brilliant, ¢ seen afternoon—an afternoon made for lovers. William was keyed up to such a pitch that he let the car out daringly, between towns, to as much as forty miles. He ‘hoped Suzanne noticed. But she made none of her usual teasing comments about the way he drove. She. was unusually quiet, too. Sitting there be- side him in her crisp, pale green linen frock — and wide white and snattainable as one of the fleecy overhead. William stole frequent, fartive glances at her. _ “Want anut fudge sundae?” he inquired once, ending a long silence. ~ Suzanne shook her head. SE No - thanks, old dear.” Assuredly, there was something = =e le stop ped and pur- — wEOOg ¢ with Suzanne! hat, she seemed 2 as ; remote ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. € Based her favorite brand of cigarettes. _ These, too, she declined gently— tly. And she hadn’t ever = drivil the car. Could she possibl But when he pee ae sd off £2 : € she only inquired mildly: = “What's the big idea? T This j is nothing but a lane.” — == “ Got to see a man,” he told hee ali aly. They — an old farmhouse and con- tinued on down the lane, which ended. ab- ruptly in a Sp of sandy beach. Beyond lay the sparkling blue waters of the Great South Bay. Lazy waves lapped gently against a tiny pier. William drew a Jong sigh of relief when he heard the sudden hum of the trim mahogany Speedboat beyond it. “ Now, hop out,” he commanded curtly, ‘Suzanne stared. “ What for?” “ Never mind what for. “You = as i tell you, see?? “ Why, ‘Will-yum, od bee what's come — over. you?” “You heard me, Suzanne!” arenas William down.” He Sprang out and possessed him- in true villain style. “Step self- of ates @apsur ly Small - ie ie Jeather suit case. “Oh, "you cesterhat recta! atied Suzanne and removing her hoppy straw hat she tossed it into the rear seat. things began to ges Two tall, black- ried her, kicking and struggling, to the boat. William mumbled something to the other, who promptly jumped into the car and drove away. _ Stared hard, her eyes growing rounder and rounder. Suzanne stopped fighting and 7 ‘Then she ‘Siggled. ‘The piant promptly bound her eyes with a blue ban- dann = | “What is this—blind man’s bluff?” ae inquired. The giant’s mouth spread in a- broad grin as he wound around her slender an ing gingerly imto the the rope deftly Jes. William, climb- ‘boat with the Suit case, gave him a black look, =m: er hands—you — fool!” he hissed. _“ Bind her hands.” “Tf you would Jide me,” Shrilled Suzanne indignantly, “why didn’t you wait —- Then ——- Ecos appeared ‘from ‘nowhere. : anne gave a shrill little scream as the | alee one lifted her 2 none too gently and car- comicbooks CO