Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 238, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1929 — Page 24

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CHAFFER XX—(Continued* GOOD!” McMann applauded. "That’s all—no. send Covey in to me. He's in 715 down the hall, you know . . . And now, Hayward, another question, if you can spare the time,” he called out sarcastically to the young man who stood at one of the two front windows, his arm about Ruth Lester’s shoulders. "Yes?” Jack wheeled.

“You’ve said you and Miss Lester attended a matinee. Which theater? When did the curtain go up?” Ruth saw the drift of the question before it w dUS i pparent to Jack, but -there was nothing to do but to stand quietly in the circle of his arm as he answered: “The Princess theater. Til play was ‘Murder.’ The curtain rose at 2:45.” “‘Murder!’ Rather a neat co-in-cident, eli? T hope you both enjoyed the show?” Ruth, remembering how site had wept uncontrollably during the second act because the district attorney reminded her of her dead father, did not answer except with a nervous flicker of her eyelashes, and Jack’s only response was a tightening of his arm about the girl’s shoulders. "Two forty-five curtain, eh?” McMann nodded, his eyes narrowing to points of steely light. “You say you were not in your office at 2:10 when Cowan was plugged in on a busy line after he'd called you’' number, that you were rejoining Miss Lester at the Chester hotel at that moment. Right?” “That’s correct,” Jack retorted curtly. McMann shuffled his notes, pretending to consult them to refresh his memory ‘And yet, Hayward, you were in such a hurry to leave the hotel that you didn’t take time to read the figures on your check, and started off in a rush without your briefcase. According to the waiter’s story, you didn't have dessert after you got back to the hotel. If, as you say, it was only 10 after 2 when you returned, what was your hurry?” “I was not in a hurry,” Jack contradicted. “f had a cup of coffee, sat talking with Miss Lester for a few’ minutes, and left the dining room at 2:25. We were both under the impression that it was a 2:30 curtain and walked directly to the theater, which is four blocks from the Chester hotel.” "Hmm!” McMann considered. Then. ‘‘So you were among the first arrivals, eh? The doorman and usher would be likely to remember you, I suppose, and could corroborate your story?” Jack's hand closed so Tightly o\er Ruth's shoulder that she winced, but his voice was steady as he answered: "No, we were not among the first arrivals —in. the theater itself, that is. There, was a notice on one of the boards in the lobby, giving curtain time, and we turned away, walking about in

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Fifteen minutes later, Crystal, dressed in the sea-shell pink chiffon eyening dress which Faith had made her. lay back in her wheel chair, her pitifully thin hands tightly clutching the "extra” which Bob had brought home. It was the first newspaper she had consented even to glance at since she had regained consciousness in the hospital after her "kidnaping.” Faith pretended to be busy at the girl's dressing table, but every nerve was tautly awaiting further proof that Crystal had at last been aroused from the deadly apathy into which she had been sunk for so long. "Front page notoriety.” came Crystal's voice at last, as her tired hands fell into her lap. crushing the newspaper. "Four of us have had it—Cherry, Sandy. Tony and —I. For two of us—disgrace. For two- glory. I'm glad for Tony and Sana\—” Fai.h whirled from the dressing table swept the sad-faced girl with eyes which sparkled with deliberately wmpped-up “So that's why you don't want to get well, won't let yourself get well!” she cried. "You think you are disgraced! Os all the idiotic —! "I’m ashamed of you. Crystal! The whole stale held its breath while \ou were in danger. At every prayer meeting in Stanton that Wednesday night, prayers were offered for your . afety. Afterward, when the doctors were afraid you would die, thousands telephoned the hospital

• the neighborhood of the theater for ten minutes or so.” n n n ‘*t> EALLY?*' McMann was porv litely surprised. . "With Miss Lester suffering from a cold, you walked her about in Saturday's high wind? I'm surprised at you, Hayward!” "I was not cold any longer. I’d had two or three cups of hot coftce while waiting for Mr. Hayward!” Ruth cut in determinedly. "I preferred walking to sitting in a drafty theater.” "I suppose you checked your briefcase, Hayward!” McMann demanded. after a brief, measuring glance at Ruth. Again that convulsive pressure on Ruth’s shoulder. ‘‘No, I kept it with me—my overcoat also.” "Not taking any chances on the checkroom girl's curiosity, were you?” McMann insinuated. "I don’t think she would have been interested in the contents — life insurance literature and lists of prospects,” Jack answered evenly. “There was no gun in that briefcase, McMann.” “That's your story, and you’re going to stick to it, eh?” McMann growled. "Listen. Hayward, you must rfealize that I've got the goods on you! Three people—the elevator operator, Moran; Cowan, a friend of yours, who would have lied to protect you if he had dared, and Phillips, the waiter—have told substantially the same story; you were in a white-hot rage against Harry Borden and threatened to kill him. "By your own admission you returned to your office, where you kept a gun. Your secretary says it was still there Saturday morning, and it's not there now. Cowan hears Borden defying your interference and threats over the telephone at ten minutes after 2. “I submit that Borden came to the window on the airshaft, directly opposite your own window, not knowing that you had been telephoning from your own office, that you saw him, reached for your gun and shot him down before he suspected his danger; that you then came to his office, opened the outer door with the key so providentially placed in your hands by the waiter, closed the window without taking time to notice that one of the pigeons had already betrayed you by leaving tracks of blood outside the window as well as on the floor inside the room; that you then robbed the dead man’s body of the SSOO so that would look like the work of a holdup man, or because you badly needed the money. That's my case, Haywood, and if I were a prosecuting attorney I’d be willing to take it to court as it is!” "Just a minute, Jack!” Ruth cried peremptorily, as the furious young man started forward. "Listen, Mr. McMann. Remember that you’ve got to find someone who saw him in tins wing of the building after he returned to his office. There were cleaning women and undoubtedly other tenants on the floor, and Rita Duboic was certainly here about the time you insist that Jack was in Borden’s office.

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and this house and the newspapers every day to beg for news.” ‘T in sorry,” Crystal sobbed. "But you—don’t understand. I—I—oh!” She raised trembling fingers to press against her lips. She had almost confessed. “You’re right, darling. I don’i understand." Faith abandoned her pose of anger, calculated to shock Crystal out of her unnatural state. She dropped to her knees beside the wheel-chair, took the thin, limp hands in hers, was about to plead for the girl’s full confidence, when a gay, excited whoop ran through the house. "There’s Tony!" she cried, springing to her feet. But to her amazement Crystal clung to her hands, huddling low in her chair, her face convulsed with fear. “I—can’t see her. Faith! I can t! I won’t see anyone. I tell you—” Crystal gasped, her whole body shaking as if in a nervous rigor. "Then I’U send her away,” Faith answered calmly, even matter-of-factly. If the girl was crazy there was nothing to do but to humor her. . . . She was turning toward the door when it was flung open and Tony swept into the room, as ii’ on a gust of clean, cold wind. “Crys, darling!” the blithe voice rang out. rich with loving tenderness. rang out and filled the room. “You’re sitting up! And dressed up! •O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!’ . ... Oh. Crys. you angel—and by the way, you look like one!—l’m so glad, glad, glad to see you!” (To Be .Continued.)

"I know he wasn’t, for he couldn t | have got in, and my evidence about I the key would not be ignored in court as you have chosen to ignore it.” a a a 'T'HERE was a flicker of adinira- -*• tion in McMann’s eyes~as they studied the girl. “When did Hayward return your key, Miss Lester?” he asked at last, very quietly. “The key to Borden's office?” “He did not return it, because he had never seen it or touched it,” Ruth denied passionately. “As I explained a while ago, the key the waiter found on the floor could not have been the office key. It was my apartment key. the only one that could have fallen out of my bag when I dropped it. “He return it immediately to my bag, for it was there when I reached the apartment Saturday evening, and the bag had not been out of my possession after I returned to the table—before Mr. Hayward left for the theater tickets.” But as Ruth was concluding her argument in a triumphant rush of words, her too-clear memory betrayed her. Like a scrap of motion picture before him, a scene passed before her mfnd’s eye: Jack and herself in the bank Saturday evening; Jack, waiting for her to make her deposit, and holding her handbag for her; Jack’s guilty flush when she rallied him on having opened it: “Peeking to see what kind of lipstick I use, darling?” “Haven’t you remembered something you'd like to forget, Miss Lester?” McMann asked, almost kindly. "No!” Ruth denied. No, no! She had told him the truth. It must have been her apartment key which had fallen out of her purse and which Jack had been returning. But—why hadn’t he explained then? “Detective Covey, sir” Birdwell announced, and the peppy, jolly little detective swaggered into the dead man’s private office. "What about the cleaning woman, Covey?” McMann demanded impatiently. "Haven’t been able to find either one oi them—Minnie Cassidy and Letty Miller are the names, sir,” Covey answered cheerfully. "The Cassidy woman left home at 10 this lyorning, according to her daughter, to visit some friend of hers in another part of town, but the daughter don’t know the name or address, and the Miller woman hasn’t been living at the address Coghlan. the superintendent, gave us, for a month. It’s a rooming house and the landlady says old Mrs. Miller didn’t leave a forwarding address.” "I suppose there’s* nothing to do but to wait until they show up for work at 4 this afternoon,” McMann growled. “All right, Birdwell—what is it?” as his other subordinate again appeared in the communicating doorway. “Dr. Nielson on the phone, sir,” Birdwell answered. As McMann readied for the extension on Borden’s desk, Ruth’s cold right hand went involuntarily to her throat. If the caliber of the bullet which had killed Borden matched the caliber of the pistol missing from Jack’s desk . . . CHAPTER XXI HELLO, Dr. Neilson! McMann speaking,” the detective sergeant greeted the medical examiner on the other end of the wire. “What’s the dope?. . . Fine! And can you tell me any more definitely when death occurred? .. . Hm! Close enough, I guess! Let’s see—that places the murder between two and four o’clock Saturday, eh? . . . Thanks, doc!” McMann bung up the receiver and faced the couple who waited, scarcely breathing. “Well, Hayward. I don't think you’ll be surprised to learn that the bullet which killed Harry Borden was the regulation bullet for a Colt’s .38 caliber automatic. Anything to say. now, my lad?” "Nothing—except that I did not kill Borden and have no idea who did.” Jack Hayward answered steadily. "Mr. McMann. please don't forget that my gun w*as exactly like Mr. Hayward’s—a Colt’s .3S, and that it. too, is missing,” Ruth begged earnestly. "Can't you see that if Jack had—had killed Mr. Borden he would not have disposed of my gun as well as his own, because he would know that the absence of my pistol would make suspicion fall on me?” Again that gleam of admiration in the detectives’ grim gray eyes. “Covey, this his Colby Lester’s daughter,” he remarked, with a grin, to his subordinate. “A chip off the old block, eh? . . Now, Miss Lester, there’s just one more question for the present; did you yourself dispose of your pistol, either before the crime on Saturday, so that it would not be available if Hayward forced his way into these offices and quarreled with Borden, or this morning after your discovery of the body, to confuse the investigation with two missing pistols? "Just a minute, please! I'm asking that question of the daughter of Colby Lester, the finest and mast honorable criminal lawyer it has ever been my privilege to know.” Color swept from Ruth’s throat to the fringe of curls on her forehead as she drew her small body very erect and faced McMann with wide, unflinching blue eyes. “Mr. McMann, I swear on the name of my dead father, who taught me truth and honor —I did not touch the gun, I did not remove it, for any reason whatsoever, from my desk, and I do not know where it is!" a a a McMANN gazed keenly into her eyes as she swore her solemn oath, then beckoned Covey to his side. The two men conversed in whispers for a minute or two. while Futh and Jack repeated, hand in liand, toward the front windows. (To Be Continued)

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