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"Lindsey," Carl said, "you've been dangling a decent boy on
the string and tearing around with a vicious crowd. You've
got to stop lying to me and running out on your job"
THE CAST
JOHN BARRYMORE Carl Bellairs
ALAN MOWBRAY Sir Anthony Gelding
HELEN CHANDLER Lindsey
REGINALD SHARLAND Lord Vivyan
DONALD COOK Bill Strong
AN RKO-RADIO PRODUCTION •
Fictionized from the screen play
• by Edward R. Sammis
30
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Lindsey Lane dropped the blade of her fencing foil and leaned back, laughing and quite out of breath, against -* the wall of the gymnasium. Her cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes sparkling as she pushed the mass of blonde curly ringlets back from her forehead.
That last bout had been a hard go. Still there was nothing like fencing to provide the poise and grace so necessary to a successful dancer — especially a dancer who was the toast of London.
"Enough for today! You are getting better every time, Mees Lane," said the little Italian fencing master, beaming proudly on his pupil.
Suddenly she caught sight of Bill Strong lounging in the doorway, waiting for her.
• "Hi!" he called, lifting his hand in careless greeting, a pleased grin on his lean, dark face. It was so like Bill — so American. No stuffy Englishman would do that. Evidently London hadn't affected him at all in the six months since he had come over from the States to take his interneship at Victoria Hospital.
As Lindsey ran across the floor to join him, an ecstasy of happiness welled up in her. It seemed that fate was being kind to her at last Her life had not been an easy one, living as she had in a succession of provincal boarding houses while she had tried to eke out a living for as long as she could remember. But two months ago her specialty dance at the Palladium had scored a hit with smart West End audiences. Then yesterday Bill had asked her to marry him. Her cup of joy seemed just about full.
"Hullo, darling," said Lindsey, putting up her parted lips for Bill to kiss. "Come wait for me while I have a shower and dress."
Bill followed her down a narrow corridor to a row of little cubicles. Lindsey disappeared for a moment, then emerged with a rubber cap sheathing her blonde curls, a flash of white legs visible beneath her striped bathrobe.
"Just be a minute," she said, and slipped into the shower room across the hall.
"Hold these." Lindsey's bare arm reached out from behind the door of the shower room, handing Bill her bathrobe and towel. Bill smiled as he heard her splashing and singing behind the rubber curtains.
"How about lunching at the Happy Hour?" Bill asked casually. The singing stopped.
"No!" Lindsey's reply was emphatic.
"Don't you want to see your father?" Bill inquired mildly. "After all, I thought he might want to know about our marriage."
Copyright, 1934, by RK.0-R.adio Pictures Corporation
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