Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 227, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 January 1930 — Page 20

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (Continued.) JUDITH knew that she had failed. “But won’t you listen to me?” she begged. “Don’t you see I just want to help you?” “Oh, you do?” sneered the girl on the bed. "Want to help yourself, you mean. Get me out of the way so you can dig deeper into my father's dough! “I’ve understood that all along from the beginning. Makes you sore because *1 see through your graft, doesn't It?” Judith moved her lips to speak but Tony went ahead: “Listen, my blonde friend," she said. “Ever since you’ve been in this house there’s been trouble. You’ve turned my father against me You’ve got him so he suspects everything I say or do. "You make him think what you do is perfect and everything I do is a sin. And now if you’ll take my advice you’ll clear out! Because let me tell you. Miss Snoopy, that things will happen you’re not looking for. And what’s more, you’ll go! Now get out of here and let me sleep.” It was no use! Without a word Judith arose, left the tray where it stood and went out of the room. Then she shut the door behind her, leaning against it weakly for a moment and clenching her hands so tightly they colored first red and then white. “Oh, God,” she prayed, “don’t let me hate her so!” Crossing the hall into her own room, Judith paced back and forth, back and forth for several minutes. She was tired, nervous and overwrought. At last, thoroughly exhausted, she crept to the bed and fell asleep. THE situation in the Knight nousehold became unbearable. For two miserable days the atmosphere was alternately tense with impending drama or nerve-wracking in its silent gloom. Arthur stormed at Tony. At times the girl stormed back and at other times she wept. She had been forbidden to take out the car. In retaliation Tony refused to leave her bedroom. Judith felt like a lost soul, wandering between the two. She was aware that the younger girl's antagonism toward her had crystallized. Vaguely she understood the danger and yet she did not think of the one likely spot where Tony Knight could strike—and strike sure! This was unfortunate. She could not tell if Tony communicated with Mickey Mortimer or not, but. believed she did. There was a telephone extension in the girl's room. Moreover, Tony was resourceful and she was rebellious. Judith, foreseeing no end to the wretched state of affairs, began to face new terrors. Things could not go on much longer. She was afraid Tony would commit some horrible act of revenge—perhaps go away with Mortimer! It was these thoughts which drove Judith Knight finally to her lamentable course of action. She telephoned to Andy Craig. It was the morning of the third day Tony had kept to her room. The idea came as a sudden inspiration while Judith was checking over household accounts for the week. She sat at her writing desk, neat pad of paper before her and pencil in hand: but instead of copying figures and adding them in tidy columns. Judith was making odd little squares and circles and then blackening them. Andy Craig! As though a sudden ray of light had come pouring through the window, writing Andy’s name in letters of gold and scattering the desolation, Judith sat up very straight in her chair. Os course Andy was the one person to whom to appeal. She hurried downstairs, passed through the living room into Arthur’s study and shut the door carefully behind her. Then she took down the telephone receiver and called the number of Hunter Brothers. Quit* recklessly she asked to speak to Andrew Craig and then, when she heard his voice, fnnouficed, “This is Judith.”

The young man’s tone expressed surprise. “Well—good morning I feel highly honored.” Judith was in no mood for light | pleasantries. “Listen, Andy,” she sad eamest- ! ly. “I’ve got to see you. Just as soon as possible! It’s very impor- ■ tant.” “I hope nothing ” “No. I can't tell you anything at all just now. It’s something I’m ! sure you can help me with, though. If I come in at noon can I meet I you somewhere?” He assured her that was possible and said he was leaving the office at 12 o’clock. “Then I’ll meet you anywhere you say at that time. Where shall it be?” Craig urged her to set the meeting place herself. Judith thought swiftly. “Let’s make it that ‘Rookery’ place that Tony took us to. It's quite near the Hunter building. You remembered. Yes. Craig remembered. He said he would meet her there at 12:10. Judith replaced the receiver of the telephone, satisfied. st ass SHE was waiting in The Rookery when Andy Craig’s towering six feet loomed in the doorway. He scanned the room, found her and went over to the table at which she sat. After that. Judith and the young man sat in serious conversation for nearly forty minutes. The girl did most of the talking. She reviewed the turbulence of the home which ! she had just left. Craig listened, nodded and now and then interrupted to ask questions. At the close of the conversation, just before they got up to leave, a silence fell between them. “I don’t know how much good it will do, Judith,” Andy said finally. “I’m not very hopeful, but I’ll try.” Apparently this answer was what Judith had been waiting for. “Oh, but I’m sure you can do it!” ! she told him eagerly. Her face | brightened and she smiled. “It’s time to be going now,” she added, and both of them arose. Craig paid the check and the two ' stepped out on the street. They turned and walked away together toward the right. They were an attractive looking couple together. Judith, trying to fit her steps to the swinging strides of the man, chatted gaily now that the serious business of the interview’ was ended. It was not, however, because the man and the girl looked so attractive together that a third person, ' a man on the opposite side of the street, paused to watch them. The man was Arthur Knight. He was walking from the opposite di- ! rection and he had been just in i time to see Judith and Andy emerge from The Rookery, hesitate an in- ; stant and then start off together ' down the street. | As his eye first lighted upon the | pair Knight started. He slowed his I steps, stopped and then stared across the street. Obviously, without the slightest chance for doubt, he saw his wife laughing and smilin, into the eyes of Andrew Craig. Something like a gray shadow j crossed Knight's face. He contini tied walking, finished his errand and returned to his office. At home that evening before the fireplace he asked in the quietest, most casual manner in the world: “Did you run'into town to amuse yourself today, dear?” His wife smiled serenely, and answered with a negative shake of the jhead: i “No—l was home here all afterj noon.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE minute after she had spoken Judith felt uneasy. She thought ! tor was it imagination?) that Arthur's eyes, meeting hers in one swift instant, held reproof. Silence came between them. Knight's gaze returned to his news- < paper and Judith watched him ! covertly as she lay back among the j divan’s pillows. “Arthur,” she said presently, “tell me about today at the office. Did j you get the Turner contract signed?” ’ “Not yet,” came the answer. Ar-

—Bv Williams

thur Knight did not low’er the newspaper and he spoke as a man engrossed in important matters. He continued reading. Throughout the rest of that evening Knight’s part in the conversation was nothing more than terse answering of questions. Judith was uncomfortable. An open magazine lay in her lap. She looked dowm at it from time to time, but the rows of type might as well have been invisible. Arthur always had reserved the hours following dinner for carefree, relaxed discussion of the day’s events. He liked to hear how his wife had been spending the day, details of the household affairs which she had a way of turning into amusing anecdotes. He had confided plans and details of many a business venture, and because she had spent those months in the offices of the big firm, Judith was an understanding audience. These hours together had seemed the best part of the day to Judith ever since coming to her new home. Tonight all this was changed. Could Arthur possibly know? Judith darted another glance toward the newspaper. That was all she could see of her husband —just a bit of dark hair protruding above the top of the evening newspaper. No, she didn’t think he could know about her chat with Andrew and she didn't think he could object if he did know. Just the same Judith felt guilty. The pink in her cheeks (which would come whenever she was agitated) showed this plainly. “But it wasn’t a lie—really!” she reassured herself. 9 True, she had been at home all afternoon since returning from her luncheon engagement with Andy Craig. She tried repeatedly to convince herself that she had not been guilty of falsehood. Os course, after her plans worked ofit, she could tell Arthur the whole story. If she said anything now about Tony and Andy she w T as afraid Arthur wiuld spoil it all. She was very sure her plans were bound for success. Arthur’s aloofness and his strange manner tonight were the first flaw. Judith turned to the radio for entertainment, found that the merry quips of Broadway entertainers and mellow music of old operas were equally boresome. After nearly an hour of this she arose. “I’m going upstairs, Arthur,” she said. “Will you be coming soon?” “After while.” It was after a considerable while that Arthur Knight cast aside the paper he had been reading. The fire in the grate was dying lower. Its soft blaze and the glow of the parchment-shaded lamp behind him were the room’s only illumination. For several minutes Knight watched the flames in the fireplace. Then he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and sat perfectly quiet. When his eyelids lifted the man’s face was a perfect mask for his emotions. He arose like a man thoroughly tired and went up the stairway, (To Be Continued)

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