Screenland (May-Oct 1942)

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At stores which sell toilet goods 25(! for 5 rinses lOji for 2 rinses Guaranteed by ^ i Good Housekeeping II Highly Irregular Continued from page 33 who had already loaned him his clothes. He felt bewildered "until he saw Jan flicker an eyelid in a complacent wink and realized the butler had managed to warn the family. "Darling," Chris whispered in a low, rapturous voice, making a quick step toward the girl. He put his arms around her and kissed her and knew he was playing in luck. "I'd forgotten how lovely you are!" "Please," the girl gasped, pushing him away. "No, don't," Chris whispered, avoiding Jan's vigorous warning look which told him he was doing the wrong thing. "I need you so. I want you so. Every night at the sanitarium was a year, a year of torture without my angel." "Poor, poor Hendrick," Mrs. Woverman sighed, but somehow she managed to inject more warning than pity into that sight. "Anita is divorcing you tomorrow." "What, so soon?" Chris asked involuntarily. "You must excuse how he acts," Mrs. Woverman turned to Major Zellfritz and then with a glance at Chris's ill-fitting clothes, "and how he looks. The sanitarium, you know." "Yes, of course." Zellfritz gave him a measured glance. "My dear fellow, you must take all this with fortitude. After all, a woman is a woman and . . ." He broke off abruptly as he smiled at Anita. Chris didn't like that smile at all. It showed he and the Major were enemies in more ways than one. "Not my Anita," Chris said staunchly, taking advantage of the situation to seize her hand and press his lips hungrily against it. "Darlingr look into your heart. Surely I must still have a place there. For the sake of all we've been to each other, for all those unforgettable moments, let us try again." "No," Anita said firmly but she sounded a little breathless and her voice didn't match her eyes at all. They were just a little too eager. "A moment ago you loathed him," Zellfritz said coldly. "She still loathes me," Chris put in quickly. "I've been a beast. But at least we can talk it over." Zellfritz gave him another zero glance and turned to Anita. "Reconciliations are often very unsatisfactory. Don't be hasty, my dear." He clicked his heels and bowed to the others. "I shall see you all later." Everyone breathed easier as the door closed behind him and Chris turned gratefully to the girl. "You were magnificent," he whispered. "Thanks, thanks to all of you. Now I'll have to be pushing along." "But you can't go now," Mrs. Woverman said quickly. "Everybody in town is searching for you. That's why the Major came up here to Hendrick's room. He insisted on searching the entire house. And we'd have to make explanations. It would put us in a dangerous position." "But I've got a job to do," Chris insisted. "I must get in touch with . . ." "Of course, I understand," Mrs. Woverman said helplessly. "And I mustn't keep you from your duty." "Our aiding you, sir," Jan said quietly, "has put us all in serious danger. Can't you stay until morning? It would be safer for you too, sir. The searching parties will have gone." Chris hesitated. He looked at Anita and knew he couldn't go. "Very well," he said. "Until morning." "Then that's settled." Mrs. Woverman breathed a sigh of relief. Then she tensed. "But there's one important thing we are overlooking. Hendrick! He may really arrive any moment. What shall we do about him ?" "You'll have to stick him in a closet," Chris said. He grinned ruefully as he looked down on his oversized suit. "A large closet," he amended. Chris met the rest of the family before dinner : Thomas, the elder of the Woverman sons, a pompous little popinjay of a man, and his blonde wife, Maria, neither of whom seemed in accord with Anita's intention of divorcing Hendrick. And afterwards when they were having coffee in the living room, Chris felt a little uncomfortable under Thomas's polite scrutiny as he devoted himself to Anita. But that was nothing to what he felt when Zellfritz turned and stared at him with hostile eyes. "You two." His glance included Anita now, too. "I watched you very closely at dinner. You hardly touched your food. You seemed worried about something. Your divorce, maybe?" "You're exceptionally observant, Major," Chris said dryly. "Naturally." The officer smiled complacently. "It's my training. I rank very high in the Division of Propaganda. Do you know that in the first three weeks of the campaign I scattered three million leaflets over England?" "Three million leaflets !" Chris pretended awed innocence. "Did they do any damage, Major?" "Irreparable damage," Zellfritz said smugly. "They informed the misled people of the true situation." "Ah, but you can never tell about the English." Chris risked a wary wink at Anita. "It would be just like them not to believe a blamed word of it." "Then I pity them." The German shrugged. "They are lost to the New World Order." Mrs. Woverman seemed to shrink at his words, even though she managed to keep her polite smile steady on her lips. "Don't you think we should be going to bed?" she asked. "We'll have to get up early tomorrow morning." "Yes," Thomas said sententiously. "The divorce case is the first on the docket. I warn you, Anita, I shall fight it every inch of the way." "I'll be free tomorrow morning," the Major said. "I shall be there to lend you both my moral support." "But Major," Anita said in sudden panic, "you mustn't put yourself out." Here, above, is result of the first formal portrait sitting posed for by Dorothy Morris, one of the promising M-G-M starlets. Not bad, eh? 78 SCREENLAND