. Il sabato sera post. d whistle ruggito addio. Annas partito aveva perso il treno e duna itwas Leacys guasto! In quell istante ha catturato dalla vista di himthrough il filo d'acciaio partizione. Un porterhad appena il dumping Bly bagagli su theflagstones, e dune, allegramente puffing acigarette, è stato consegnato un dollaro a theobviously lieta servile. Fece una pausa per amoment per conversare in chat con l'uomo e ex-modificare una barzelletta o due. Era evidente a duna seethat Leacy non era una preoccupazione in theworld. Egli è venuto piacevole attraverso il cancello, movimento hisevery esprimenti indifferenza lacoppia di passaggio del tempo. Un indulgente smi

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. The Saturday evening post. d whistle roared farewell. Annas party had missed the train, and itwas Dune Leacys fault! At that instant she caught sight of himthrough the steel-wire partition. A porterhad just dumped the Bly baggage on theflagstones, and Dune, jauntily puffing acigarette, was handing a dollar bill to theobviously pleased menial. He paused for amoment to chat with the man and ex-change a joke or two. It was plain to seethat Dune Leacy had not a worry in theworld. He came leisurely through the gate, hisevery movement expressing indifference tothe passage of time. An indulgent smilewas on his lips. He threw away his cigaretteand removed his cap with a gesture whichintimated that he was meeting her for thefirst time that day. Where have you been? she askedrudely. Looking out for your baggage, Anna, he replied in an innocent tone. Ive got itall safe for you. You can count it.(Continued on Page 65) The BELMONT NEW YORK One of thegreat Pershing Square Hotels Under the Direction ofJohn McE.Bowman President. OPPOSITE GRAND CENTRALTERMINAL Hand your bag to the Red Capand say Belmont JAMES WOODSVice-Pres. & Managing Director Its quiet, conservative luxury makes auniversal appeal. It has always beenparticularly attractive to men andwomen prominent in the business, financial and professional worlds. The Belmont is famed architecturallyfor the restfulness and beauty of its in-terior, the accessibility of its publicrooms and its absolutely fireproof con-struction. 27 stories. 800 outsiderooms. Every modern comfort, withthe concentrated effort of expert man-agement along personal-service lines, makes The Belmont mean Home — inNew York. As with the other Pershing SquareHotels, the traveler arriving at GrandCentral Terminal goes directly to TheBelmont without taxicab or baggagetransfer. Close to theatres, clubs, libraries, music and art exhibitions andbut a few steps from Fifth Avenue —the heart of the fashionable shoppingdistrict. Surface cars and elevated athand. Di

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