Argosy All-Story Weekly, November 12, 1927 — page 62: what you’re looking at

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506 “ That’s all right, Mr. McQuissick,” sang the young man. “ We won’t let her down.” To Carola he said: “ Didn’t you give Mitchell Minturn the air?” “T don’t understand you,” said Carola. The young man illustrated with a gesture. “ Didn’t you fire him?” I mustn’t injure Mr. Minturn in the newspapers, thought Carola. “ Certainly not,” she said coolly; ‘ Mr. Minturn took care of my property all these years at a sacrifice to himself. Now that I have come of age he has his other business to attend to.” The young man gave her a quick smile as from one good sport to another. ‘“ Good stuff,” he said, and scribbled rapidly on his wad of copy paper. “Is it nice to come into your own money?” he next asked. “That’s a silly question,” said Carola. “Of course it is.” “ Tfow much have you got?” “ T don’t know. And I wouldn’t tell you if I did. I won’t answer that kind of ques- tion.” He was perfectly unabashed by her re- buke. ‘ What are you going to do with it?” he asked. Oh, if he thinks he’s so smart, I can be smart, too, thought Carola. “ What would you suggest?” she drawled. He laughed delightedly. “ Fine stuff! We'll ask our readers for suggestions.” “ Oh, Lord!” groaned McQuissick behind Carola. ‘‘ We’ll have to hire a hall to han- dle our mail in.” “Well, invite your readers to send their suggestions to the paper, and not to me,” said Carola. Many questions of a personal nature followed that Carola steadily refused to an- swer. Finally she said: “Here I am. You must make up your minds about me according to your own ob- servations. I’m not going to give myself away.” There was more laughter, and a voice from amid the group said: “ You're all right, Carola!” Finally the young man put his paper in his pocket and said: ‘“ That closes the joint interview. Now I want to make a per- ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. sonal request. Will you grant me a special interview for a full page story in our Sun- day edition?” Carola liked his boldness, but had no in- tention of giving in to it. “ Certainly not,” she said. “No special interviews to any- body. I would hate to see myself spread all over a whole page.”’ There was a general laugh at the young man’s expense, but perfectly good natured. “T like this crowd,” thought Carola, “ they can give and take.” The young man laughed as loud as any. “Well, can we come to see you again in a body?” he asked. ‘ Something tells me you will be making news.” “Certainly,” said Carola, “ delighted te see you at any time.” McQuissick, feeling that this was a good exit line for her, opened the door and she slipped out into the hall, “You did fine!” he whispered to her as she passed him. “ After this you’ll have these birds eatin’ out of your hand!” Carola ran upstairs. CHAPTER VII. THE INSIDE WORKS. EN FARLEY found his new life comfort- able, but dull. The manager of the Elysia Night Club, M. Paul Chablon, engaged him at a glance. Len’s instinct told him that this polished and experienced restaurateur was only a figurehead at Elsyia; Marcus-Breedon was the real boss there. It was something everybody knew, and nobody mentioned. M. Chablon told Len that he would not be expected to start work until he became proficient in dancing. It was arranged that he was to take a lesson from Miss Adelade Sanders every afternoon on the dance floor at Elysia before the place opened for busi- ness. Len might have got some fun out of these lessons; but, unfortunately, Miss San- ders proved to be a woman of forty, thin and embittered. She could dance like a dream, but she HOW hadelost her looks. Her cynicism was proof - against all Len’s jollying. She was sore on men: He soon gave her up. Gomichooks (E@)