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THE STORY SO FAR: Joan Leland,
secretary to Arthur Mulford, San Fran-
cisco Importer, Is amazed and angry
when he discharges her without notice or
explanation. Her sister Sybil, with whom
she shares an apartment, loses her posi-
tion also and Joan accepts a secretarial
position with handsome Karl Miller, night
club proprietor. He pays her well be-
cause of the unusual hours. She is fasci-
nated and accepts his lovemaking. Lat-
er she meets his manager, Paul Sher-
man and his partner, Eric Strom, who
both express admiration for her. Paul
warns her against Karl but refuses to
give his reasons. Returning to the office
unexpectedly, Joan overhears Karl and
Eric in a mysterious conversation. Paul
drives her home and they quarrel over
Joan working for Karl. Later Karl in-
vites her to inspect a freighter, whose
captain he knows. Both Paul and Joan’s
sister, Sybil, warn her against Karl.
Paul is found following her.
Now continue with the story.
CHAPTER VI
Sybil shrugged. “There are a lot
of people I don’t trust. For instance,
why is Paul Sherman following
you?”
“I intend to find out tonight. He
has an appointment at the club at
ten-thirty. I’ll try to see him alone
for a few minutes. I’m going to ask
him to explain.”
“Karl probably knows about it al-
ready. It may be his orders.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Joan flared.
“How can you dislike Karl so much?
After he got you your job and has
been so kind to you?”
“You’re just tired, honey!” Sybil
said as she put comforting arms
about Joan. “You don’t get enough
sleep. You need more sun and fresh
air. Working in that shut-in office
with no outside windows is enough
to make anyone ill.”
“Let me alone!” her sister wept.
“You don’t understand. No one un-
derstands how I feel.”
Sybil sighed as she went back to
the kitchen.
But before Joan left for the office
she had kissed Sybil affectionately,
saying, “I’m sorry, Syb! I guess I
am tired. One of the things that’s
making me nervous is having Paul
follow me all the time. I can’t
stand it any longer, and I’m going
to settle it tonight.”
Later when Joan hurried from the
apartment and walked to the trolley
line through the dark night, she felt
strangely exhilarated. It was a
thrill even to go to work when her
boss was Karl Miller.
“The whole world is different
when you’re in love,” Joan thought,
a#d she pitied the girls who were
neglected by this great emotion.
At the Club Joan paused to look
at the crowd. The low ceiling was
flooded with a soft indirect lighting.
It was a pleasant intimate room.
The dance floor was small but ade-
quate. It formed a circle in front of
the band which, according to Karl,
was “going over big.” The Club
Elite was definitely a success.
The bar at one side of the room
was crowded. Joan, glancing casu-
ally at the well-dressed men and
women, saw Paul Sherman. She
glanced at her watch. It was a
quarter of eight. She had fifteen
minutes before she was due in Karl’s
office. Now was her chance.
“Hello,” Paul said. “Is it possi-
ble that you want to see me?”
Joan sat down beside him. “I
have been seeing you almost con-
stantly for three weeks,” she said
significantly.
“That’s a tricky hat,” Paul said
admiringly.
“Be serious, Paul. You know what
I mean. Why have you been fol-
lowing me?”
“Must have been two other peo-
ple. Want a drink?”
“No, thank you!” Joan exploded.
“There’s no use trying to evade the
issue. I saw you down at the boat
that night.”
His brown eyes were serious.
“You didn’t tell Karl?”
“No! I didn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t want you to lose your
job,” she confessed. “I couldn’t be-
lieve that you meant any harm.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Joan!
I appreciate your confidence.”
“Well? Aren’t you going to ex-
plain? If you don’t, I’m going to
tell him.”
Paul looked at his watch. “We
haven’t time to talk now. You have
to be in the office by eight, don’t
you? I’ll come in later and we’ll
talk then. Meanwhile, please don’t
say anything to Karl. Promise me,
Joan!”
“I won’t if you’ll explain.”
“You have all the instincts of a
detective,” Paul laughed.
“That’s what Karl told me once,”
Joan informed him. “I’ll see you
later!”
Karl Miller was in his office. The
moment Joan entered, he drew her
into his arms. “That’s an adorable
hat,” he said, kissing her.
“I knew you’d like it!” She
pressed her cheek against his. Im-
possible to think about Paul Sher-
man, impossible to worry, or even
care what happened in the rest of
the world when she was in his arms.
“I’ll be out of the office until ten,”
Karl told her. “Try to finish those
letters.”
“Paul wants to see you at ten-
thirty,” she reminded him.
"I’ll be back. Good night, lieb-
chen!”
Another kiss and he was gone.
Joan turned back to her typewriter
wondering how she could keep her
mind off Karl Miller and type these
letters. Karl was such a man! He
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“Ah! Miss Leland! You are alone, I see. And looking very beautiful
as always—”
had lived. He was not an inexperi-
enced boy in his twenties. Paul must
be twenty-six or seven but he
seemed a boy compared to Karl,
Karl who was so sophisticated—so
completely sure of himself.
“Stop thinking about him!” Joan
scolded herself and, fitting a sheet
of paper into her typewriter, she
began to work.
It was almost ten when the door
opened without warning. Joan
thought it was Paul but it was Eric
Strom, Karl’s partner, who stepped
inside. Joan had not seen him since
the night, he dined with Karl and
her.
• “Ah! Miss Leland! You are alone,
I see. And looking very beautiful
as always.” Eric’s voice was soft
but his eyes regarded her insolently.
“Karl will be back any minute,”
Joan said quickly.
“I don’t think so. I left him only
a few minutes ago, quite absorbed
in a business matter. Mind if I
have a drink?”
“You’re Karl’s partner. It’s your
office, too.” She was trying to con-
trol her dislike of him.
“You are very generous,” Eric
Strom said, but he did not open the
bar concealed in the wall. Instead
he approached her desk.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” Joan
said, suddenly afraid. “I’m very
busy.”
But with a quick step, Eric was
beside her. Drawing her tb her
feet, he attempted «o kiss her. “You
beautiful little devil!” he murmured.
Joan was terror-stricken. She tried
to scream but no sound would come.
She pulled away with all her
strength but Eric Strom only
laughed.
* * *
“Let me alone!” Joan cried as she
felt Eric’s arms about her.
She was not aware that the office
door had opened until a hand seized
Eric and whirled him around.
“Paul!”
Paul’s face was grim. “You dirty
rat!” He smashed his fist full in
Eric’s face with a blow that sent him
spinning across the room.
Eric staggered to his feet but
there was a smile on his evil face.
“You’ll pay for this, Sherman!
You seem to forget I have some-
thing to say about this business.”
Joan leaned weakly against the
desk, sobbing.
“Shut up and get out!” Paul or-
dered, advancing toward Eric again.
And at that moment Karl Miller
appeared in the doorway. His voice
cut like a whip through the tense
atmosphere. “What’s going on
here?” he demanded.
No one seemed inclined to an-
swer him but he read the ..story in
their faces. “I want to talk to Joan
—alone!” She had never heard him
use this tone before. His voice was
edged with steel. His eyes were
hard. He seemed another Karl, a
man she had never known.
As Paul turned to go, Joan ran
to him. “Thanks, Paul!” she said,
her voice trembling.
But Paul did not look at her. His
voice was strained. “Don’t men-
tion it!”
When they were alone, Karl said,
“It won’t happen again, Joan. I’ll
see that Eric doesn’t annoy you.”
Desperately she tried to regain
control of her shattered nerves but
sobs shook her. Karl put his arms
about her and his touch was magic.
“Don’t cry, Liebchen! There’s noth-
ing to be afraid of now.”
She clung to him, feeling strength
in his assurance. “Oh, Karl, I love
you!” The words tripped over each
other in stammering sincerity.
Karl Miller, pressing his lips
against her white forehead, smiled.
* * *
The days of November marched
by with astonishing rapidity. Joan
was not bothered by Eric Strom
again and her fears vanished. Karl
was more attentive than ever, and
Joan, with the radiant assurance of
a woman loved, checked off each
day as more perfect than the last.
Sometimes she doubted her effi-
ciency as Karl’s secretary. She
typed letters scarcely knowing what
she was writing. But if she was in-
efficient Karl did not seem to notice
it.
One rainy night Joan said to Sybil,
“I’ve never been so happy in my
life.”
“It’s too good to be true,” Sybil
prophesied gloomily. “I still don’t
like Karl. The more I see of him
the less I trust him. And an-
other one I don’t care for is that
Mrs. Murdock who runs the beauty
shop.”
“Is that Karl’s fault? He got you
the job. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
Joan had come home for dinner
and Karl had told her she need not
be back at work until nine, an hour
later than usual.
“I never heard of such crazy
hours,” Sybil objected. “Karl cer-
tainly isn’t very businesslike about
the club. I don’t see how he makes
anything.”
Joan walked restlessly up and
down the living room. “Karl makes
plenty of money. He’s a very clev-
er man.” She glanced at the clock.
“I think I’ll go back early. Karl
might need me.” Shortly before eight
she left.
Happily she opened the door of
Karl Miller’s office but the smile on
her face faded when she saw that
Karl was not alone. Eric Strom
was with him.
“I’m just leaving,” Eric said, and
without a word to Joan he walked
past her and down the corridor.
Karl did not seem surprised that
she had arrived early. He made no
comment upon her appearance. He
read her thoughts, when he said, “I
didn’t think you’d want to see Eric,
so I told you to come later.”
Instantly she was reassured. It
was kind of him to spare her a
meeting with Eric Strom.
“Joan,” Karl continued, with his
quick smile, “I hate to ask you to
do this on such a bad night but I
can’t leave the office and I want
this package delivered.” He held out
a small leather portfolio.
“I don’t mind, Karl! Where does
it go?”
“Do you remember the night I
took you aboard the freighter?”
She nodded and he went on, “I
want it delivered there. Take a taxi
and go immediately.”
Joan fastened her coat and slipped
on her gloves. “To whom shall I
give it?”
‘‘They’re expecting you. Someone
will meet you. Give him the pack-
age and come right back. You’ll
find a taxi outside.” He kissed her
briefly.
When she arrived at the pier Joan
asked the driver to wait, and clutch-
ing the portfolio tightly, ran into
the warehouse. She walked rapidly
through the darkness, through the
opening which led to the ship. There
was no one in sight as she ascended
the slippery gangplank.
She stood uncertainly for a mo-
ment peering through the misty
darkness before she heard a voice.
“Wer da?” She drew back involun-
tarily. The guttural voice frightened
her.
Instantly a man appeared out of
the night and the muscles of his
scarred face relaxed when he saw
who it was. ‘‘Miss Leland?”
“Yes,” Joan faltered, “Here is a
package from Mr. Miller.”
“Danke schoen!” He saluted her
and disappeared into the shadows.
Joan returned through the ware-
house to the street. She shivered
as the wind swept the rain in great
gusts. Thank goodness, her taxi was
still there.
Quickly Joan ran to it, opened the
door and climbed in.
“Good evening,” Paul Sherman
said.
He was sitting in the corner com-
posedly smoking a cigarette. “I
thought you might need me.”
‘‘So you’re following me again!”
She felt his arm nudge hers in
warning as he glanced towards the
taxi driver. “Don’t talk now!” he
said under his breath.
“Take me back to the club,” Joan
ordered.
But Paul said, “Drive straight
ahead till I give you further direc-
tions. And step on it!”
Joan sat in furious silence as the
driver obeyed Paul’s orders. They
climbed the slope of Nob Hill. Not
until they stopped at a hotel and
were settled at a small table in the
grill did she turn angrily to Paul.
“Would you mind telling me what
is the idea of this? I happen to be
working for Karl* and he’s expect-
ing me back at the office.”
The room was warm and gay and
there was a hum of voices.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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