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Scanning the arriving audience, Bell suddenly locked eyes with Lillian Hennessy as she took a seat across the way She looked own and with her blond hair piled high upon her head He siving hi her Packard auto at hiirl on the brink of total infatuation-which was the last thing either of them needed

“Look at that girl!” blurted Abbott

“Archie, if you lean out any farther, you’ll fall into the cheap seats”

“Worth it if she’ll weep over my body-you’ll tell her how I died Wait aat you”

“Her nahter you were gawking at thi

s afternoon is na that floats that’s owned by the railroad She’s old Hennessy’s daughter”

“Rich, too? God in heaven Who’s the stuffed shirt with her? He looks familiar”

“Senator Charles Kincaid”

“Oh yes The Hero Engineer”

Bell returned Kincaid’s nod coolly He was not surprised that Kincaid’s check for poker losses had still not arrived at the Yale Club Men who dealt from the bottoht they could get aith it

“The Senator certainly got lucky”

“I don’t think so,” said Bell “She’s too rich and independent to fall for his line”

“What makes you say that?”

“She told me”

“Why would she confide in you, Isaac?”