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"Level is not exactly the word," she said. "The figure is noticeably growing. But wait until she signs the chit and leaves the booth--then see what she does."

"She keeps away from all of the beach wolves. And that," Della Street announced, "is rather difficult."

"For about two weeks, according to the waitress."

"Level is not exactly the word," she said. "The figure is noticeably growing. But wait until she signs the chit and leaves the booth--then see what she does."

Della Street said, "That's nearly five pounds in the last eight days."

"Undue!" she exclaimed, "I'm fascinated! I told you I bribed the waitress. They're talking about it in the kitchen. The help have totaled the calories consumed each day and the result is what would be referred to in Hollywood as supercolossal."

Mason signed the chit for their meal, said, "There must be a gag tied in with it somewhere, some sort of a publicity stunt."

"I've been watching and marveling. The girl seems to be making a desperate, deadly, determined effort to put on weight, and she's carrying plenty already."

"Level is not exactly the word," she said. "The figure is noticeably growing. But wait until she signs the chit and leaves the booth--then see what she does."

"I know," Della Street said, "but what in the world could it be?"

"Nothing. She's been busy planning the details of the chicken-dumpling feed with all of the fixings."

"I take it," Mason said, "that you haven't been entirely successful."

"She keeps away from all of the beach wolves. And that," Della Street announced, "is rather difficult."

"But Mae didn't admit anything?"

"In return for a five-dollar tip."

"In return for a five-dollar tip."

"You've certainly looked the situation over," Della Street said, as the blonde went through the door.

"For about two weeks, according to the waitress."

Della Street said thoughtfully, "I think she does, Perry. She had a smug smile on her face. She kept her dark glasses on while we were in the booth and sat back under my umbrella. I think she was trying to keep the blonde from seeing and recognizing her."

"You've told your Aunt Mae about this?" Mason asked.

"Mae doesn't know her?" Mason asked.

"This information was readily volunteered?" Mason asked.

"Nothing. She's been busy planning the details of the chicken-dumpling feed with all of the fixings."

"In return for a five-dollar tip."

"It takes that to keep the figure at its proper level?" Mason asked.

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