Crossroads of Desire by Amos Hatter — page 59: what you’re looking at

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CROSSROADS OF DESIRE He leered at Jane Whose red hair i le and id j ; enticing and beckoning, ee ee You're SO masterful,” she told him admiringly. cee came over and sat down beside her. He patted her Pot At least I can get things done when I make up my mind.” “Philip,” she said coyly, “can’t sion , coyly, you make one more decision? ee, that you own O’Brien’s saloon you ought really to put Larry ack on the job. You want the place to make Money, I know and he is a drawing card these days.” “For your sake I might,” he said, hi i icki j : : eS , , His mind clicking rapidly. “But I’m beginning to think of bigger things for you. Hise much does Brooks mean to you?” “He’s a good friend.” “Ts that all?” “T guess so,” she smiled. He looked at Jane steadily, a half j is li 5 Smile on his lips, She stared back, her eyes growing wider, Suddenly she got ine idea. You mean, you might want me?” “After working there as you have, you ought,:to know the: business pretty well.” “Oh, Philip!” copes we seal the bargain with a little kiss9” he asked. t developed into more than just another ki it di ) iss. Even as it d Jane Vollmer realized the Possibilities. With Philip’s paces she could make a fortune. There would be none of this Third Avenue stuff for her very long. She’d get him to open up a real high class joint, Over in the plush night club district. She could if she wanted, hire Larry as an entertainer at a fabulous price. Or she might find someone else. Who could tell? oa “Shall we go out to dinner now, my dear ili hour and a half later. eg: iia Jane straightened her stockings. ‘“‘I’d love to,” “The Stork suit you?” “Why not? Money’s no object,” she grinned. 116 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN HE news of Constance Carter’s break with the Ballet du Roi hit the streets in the early editions the next morning. All accounts of it recalled the incident in O’Brien’s saloon and all guesses were that the two events were directly related. Miss Carter could not be reached for a statement. Neither could Philip Hathaway, president of the du Roi Association. No one thought to look for Philip in Jane Vollmer’s room over his newly purchased property. No one was successful in getting by the faithful Yvonne who refused to disturb her mistress who had arrived home very late with Mr. Brooks. At noon, however, Yvonne thought it well to acquaint Connie with what was going on. She knocked discreetly at the door. “What is it?” Connie called happily. The little French maid cleared her throat. “I think you ought to know what all the papers are carrying, mademoiselle.” “All right. We’ll be out shortly. Get some breakfast ready, please.” Yvonne set the table for two and had freshly made coffee and toast waiting. She also had two papers folded to the account of Connie’s severance from her job. She trembled as Connie breezed in a moment later, followed by Mr. Brooks. “What's this about something in the paper, Yvonne?” Connie asked brightly. “There it is, mademoiselle.” She pointed to the papers. Connie eyes widened at the headline. Her face got darker as she read the article. Her eyes blazed when she finished and she had to purse her lips to hold back the invectives. “The skunk!” she screamed. Larry read the article. When he finished he looked at Connie helplessly. ‘What else did you expect?” “The fool is cutting off his nose to spite his face,” Connie railed. “The Ballet is purely a business proposition. Yet he pulls a trick like this just when it starts to pay off. Oh the dumbbell. The idiot!” “It wasn’t all business for Philip,” Larry remarked whim- Sically. “I knew no good would come out of all this.” “He must be out of his mind,’ Connie speculated. “GOMIGOIOOKS EGON