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THE CINEMA MURDER
Her face suddenly fell.
"No good," she sighed. "Haven't got any clothes."
"If I am going like this," he expostulated, "why can't you go as you are? Take your apron off. You'll be all right."
"There's my black hat with the ribbon," she reminded herself. "It's no style, and Stella said yesterday she wouldn't be seen in a dime show in it."
"Never you mind about Stella," he insisted confidently. "You clap it on your head and come along."
She swung towards the door.
"Meet you in the hall in ten minutes," she promised. "Can't be any quicker. This is your trouble, you know. I didn't invite myself."
Philip opened the door, a civility which seemed to somewhat embarrass her.
"I shall be waiting for you," he declared cheerfully.
