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Matamata Record, Volume XIX, Issue 1787, 30 November 1936, Page 3

Elton Day appeared from the inner office. “Yes, Ad?”

“You know Miss Allison? Oh, of course. You’re the one that insisted on having her on the programme even when everybody else thought . . .” “And wasn’t I right?” Day interrupted hurriedly. “Judy,” said Day doggedly, a little too loudly, “is the best voice in the business. Going to put her on some more programmes, Ad.” “You are not,” the little man said

quickly. “Got to. Judy and I’ve been talking about it ” Judy shook her head, started to speak, but again Day warded off danger with quick, staccato words. “Yes, Ad, Judy and I’ve been talking about the expense she has. She needs to make more money. She can, too, easily. Well, 'never mind now. ’ He clapped CJenks on the shoulder. “Let’s eat first and talk afterward. Business after pleasure always, eh; Ad?” . ' "'"'V

J “Yds, Elton. • You bet. .. Yes..,Miss Otis, I’ll be, out ebout,.two,'hours.'’ ’ ,v Y(iu’ve 4 an appointment : at T.3d,” the girl reminded him. “Let it wait. It’s that Burdette girl. Miss Otis, when she comes in tell her I’ve got no time to see Tell her anything you want. See she stays out of here after this. Understand?” “Yes, Mr Jenks.” “And let’s go, Miss Allison. Coming, Elton ?’ v “Of coui’se,” Day said, taking Judy’s arm, squeezing her elbow ever so slightly. * Saying, “We have a secret, you and I.” Saying, “Didn’t Ido that | neatly?” Saying other things. Lunch went slowly. A tomato juice cocktail which she did not taste, jellied consomme which she hated, some sort of fish, a gorgeous and tasteless salad, coffee in a small cup. Then, suddenly Elton dropped from his repose to the real self Judy remembered so well. His eyes were sharp, his lips had tightened, there was nothing casual or detached about him now. “Ad.” (To be Continued).