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The one thing that did occur to me was that she might have become a trifle bored with dry finance, and — like many people — been drawn to the glamor that seems to surround newspaper work. I didn't get much chance to probe the situation, during the next weeks, for both Mrs. Clements and Don disappeared into a morass of legal red tape and were scarcely to be seen. Whenever they came through the office a flying wedge of lawyers came with them, and Don barely managed to duck his head into my office for a quick wave on the way in or out. But Kay always stopped for a few words, and each time I was further impressed with her sharplyetched beauty and the distinctive, cool voice that was so important a part of her personality. Intelligence and poise were stamped all over her; I began to look forward to knowing her better. On one of Don's quick visits, I thought he looked a little worried. I asked if anything had gone wrong, but he shook his head. "Except that I wonder if the money's worth it," he said ruefully. "I haven't had a night's sleep since Mrs. Moneybags set foot in this joint. Either it's lawyers or brokers or examining files or — golly, Warren, I didn't know you could be that careful about throwing away eight hundred thousand dollars. And a couple of times I've had to get dolled up in the old school dinnerjacket and take her to dinners. They even have formal dinners to discuss business — the lighter aspects of it, you know." He rumpled up his hair and sighed. "Last night it was some club she belongs to. Very gay. I slept. What did you do last night?" I smiled and rolled a sheet into my typewriter. "Wrote some letters. One to Nona, one to Mark." Don didn't answer. When I glanced at him he was scowling. "I see," he said. "The cat's away, eh?" "I didn't have a formal dinner-party to go to," I reminded him with an innocent look. "I have to amuse myself somehow. And anyway, darling, I've been writing to Mark or talking to him ever since I was sixteen. He'd be very much upset if I didn't keep him up-todate on what was going on around here." Don struggled to replace the scowl with a smile, and in a measure succeeded. I wondered briefly if perhaps I ought to stop teasing him about his school-boyish jealousy, but if I didn't keep reminding him that it was a joke I would have to get really angry, and it wasn't worth that. When we had more time to talk perhaps we could talk it all out and put it on a more mature basis, somehow — I didn't quite know how, but Don wasn't a petty person. Surely he could be made to see that the more meaningful friendships one had the richer one's life became. Kay's voice sounded across the outer office then, asking Don to come and look at some papers, and he came over and gave me a quick kiss. "You'd better stay home and write to dear old Anton tonight," he said, "because I've got to go up to Clements' place to meet one of her out-of-town cronies. Doctor, lawyer or Indian chief, I'm not sure which. At least I can think of you with pen in hand, safe at home." He went out quickly, leaving me biting my*' lip. Even if I'd wanted to, I hadn't had a chance to mention that Anton was back in town from a Washington trip, and was taking me out to dinner that night. Anton, with whom I discussed everything, was well aware that Don simmered a little over him as he did over Mark. I had been waiting eagerly for the chance to tell Anton all about Kay Clements and Don and the paper, but strangely, as I sat opposite him that evening and talked away, I found that I was depressed rather than elated. I repeated several times, in several different ways, how wonderful it was that now no stranger would walk in and start disrupting the organization Don had so carefully worked out, and that he would have a free hand to go on building up the great newspaper he dreamed about, but the words had lost some of their magic. Perhaps it was Anton's skeptical, narrow face, which looked at me as though waiting for the really important details I hadn't yet given him. "And so Mrs. Clements backs Don," he said finally, when I'd paused for breath. "An unusual woman, that." "Do you know her? You didn't say — " 7^0 -dfo <>4 *> $fa**tonocc4, Tt/omtut ^efowitenf Listen to "Wendy Warren and the News" Monday through Friday CBS Stations Check Paper foi Time Read the news of women today in reported by Wendy Warren each month in TRUE EXPERIENCES magazine now at newsstands.