Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 17, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 May 1930 — Page 6

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE (Continued.) “Take this man into city court,” he directed. “Then bring him back and lock him up until I have a chance to talk to him again . . . Don’t worry,” he said to Joe as he was leaving the room: “I’ll see that you’re treated o. k. But right now I want to talk to this man.” "All right, Ray,” said the superintendent; “let’s have it.” “It’s just this,” said the C. E. “I’ve known who this girl is lor a week. I’ve talked to her and the fellow who was parked with her on the Cheshire road. They’re both all right and neither will run away. “I’ve got a conference arranged with the two of them and McMullen Wednesday. If you'll let me go ahead with It and not scare the girl in the meantime by bringing her over here. I’ll turn everything I’ve got to you, and it's plenty. I’ll be responsible for both the girl and the fellow. “Sounds like a holdup,” the superintendent said, smiling. “Sure they won’t skip?” “Positive! And now here’s the story . .

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO THE C. E. related to the superintendent of police all he knew about the Red Mask murder, which, for the most part, was what Mary Della and Robert had told him. And he had the satisfaction of knowing that the superintendent accepted Mary Della’s version of the murder. i “But there's one thi; „ you ought to do, Ray,” the superintendent said as the C. E. prepared to leave his office. “You know this ‘Snake’ Womain we’ve got here for slugging a man out in Waterville?” “We had a story on it when he was arrested,” the C. E. reminded him. “Well, he admits the charge in that case all right, but we got him on that by accident. We've collected a good deal of evidence that would indicate he’s the Red Mask.” “No! You've been holding out on us, too, haven’t you? And all the time we thought we had all the dirt on our side.” “The cigars are on you,” the superintendent declared. “But I started tc suggest that you bring this young woman over and let her have a look at Womain. She might be able to identify him.” “That’s an idea,” the C. E. agreed. “Sure, I’ll have her come over after she gets home from work tonight. That be O. K.?” “Pine. And you can tell her that she’ll be asked no questions. If she recognises Womain she can just say to, if she doesn’t ’ “Shell say yes or no in a minute,” the C. E. declared. “And if Womain’s the Red Mask she'll be all set to go into court when you're ready for her. I can promise you that.” “That's fair enough. Will you stop by the desk on your way out and leave word for McMullen to come in? He'll be waiting when you bring your friend in tonight.” a a a JOE SPEAKS, having gotten off with costs in city court, was returned to the superintendent's office and. after a few more questions, was given his liberty. Within one hour he had his car out once more and at 12 o’clock was parked on Clock avenue, waiting for the crowd to parade by. Joe was not at all sure what he wanted to do or how he would do it, but his one purpose was to talk to Mary Della. The mental suffering he had prepared for her at the police station was not enough. That note he had found in his car. after taking her to the shop more than a week before, he had immediately recognized as of first importance, but he had thought to flash it on her after the Hamilton park dance. Denied that opportunity when he was arrested, developments had been far more satisfactory than he possibly could have hoped for. He knew now that Mary Della had written the mysterious note to the police: that it was she who had been parked on the Cheshire road when the Hicks girl was murdered, and that the information he had given the superintendent of police would involve her in more difficulties than rhe was likely to get out of in a hurrf. Bui he had an uneasy feeling about the newspaper man the superintendent had dragged into the icmferenec. Plainly, he was in possession of additional Information; information, perhaps, that would save

Mary Della from the trap he had laid for her. At all events he would see Mary Della, and if he could get her into the car But the girls from the shop hurried by and Mary Della was not among them. And then he caught sight of Olga Svenson, alone. She was the last to come out of the shop gate. “ ’Lo, Olga,” he called, learning over the door. Olga was reading a letter, but she looked up quickly. “Hello, Joe. Waiting for Mary Della?” “Hardly,” Joe lied. “I’m waiting for you. Hop in.” Olga hesitated. “Where you going, Joe?” “Anywhere you say,” Joe replied generously. “It’s too nice to be inside. Want to take a little ride? I'll have you back before 1 o’clock.” Olga got into the car and slammed the door behind her. "It is nice out,” she declared. “You sure Mary Della won’t get sore if she sees me riding with you?” “Never mind about her. Notice how high-hat she’s got lately? There’s a reason.” “No, I haven’t noticed,’ Olga replied, suspicious. “What’d she do, give you the air?” “The woman ain’t living that can give me the air, Olga.” They turned into North Main street and drove north. a a a JOE hadn’t been quite certain how he would use Olga in his play, when he invited her to go for a ride, but as they rode along now he saw an excellent opportunity for spreading the news about Maty Dellas part in the Red Mask mystery. Olga was a woman, and any women, he believed, would work overtime passing scandal about another woman if she had a chance. “You know, Olga,” he said as they bumped along the Lakewood road, “I can put up with a lot in a woman, but the one thing I don't stand for is a double-crossing cheater.” “No?” said Olga. ‘Who's been cheating on you, Joe?’ “I’ll get to that,” Joe snapped. “But as 1 was saying, a double-corss-er and a cheater ain’t my kind. Now, I don't tie. myself down to any woman and I tell em all as much. I go with any girl I happen to want to go with, but it ain’t a secret. Mary Della knows that. She knows I haven’t been running around with anybody as much as I have with her. but she knows I wouldn’t hide it if I had.” “What's all this leading to, Joe?” “Well, take Mary Della. She always tried to make me think she was stfick on me and wouldn't go out with anybody else unless it was o. k. with me. See! And I trusted her, Olga. I thought she was a square-shooter and I’d of knocked anybody’s block off that said Mary Della would sneak off and park with some bozo I didn't know nothing about.” Olga cleared her throat. “I never saw her out with anybody else but Timmy Fitzsmoan,” she declared. “Oh, don't tell me about that little rat. I never did lose any sleep over him. I don't like him, understand, and I’ll probably break his neck if I ever get a chance, but that's because he’s a dirty, throatcutting polecat that’s so low he won’t even use his right name. But ” “You can’t hold that against him, Joe,” Olga interrupted. “Lots of people change their names, specially foreign names that nobody can pronounce.” “Oh, yeah?” said Joe irritably. “Well, it don’t matter, see? The only reason Mary Della went with him was because I wasn’t around to take her to the dances. I never did get sore about that . . . Mary Della’s been running around with another bird. I don’t know who he is, but if I ever find out ’’ “Funny I never did hear anything about it,” Olga remarked quietly. “Well, you wouldn’t. Nor me either.” a a a A SHORT distance ahead the road crossed the car track and ran up to the entrance of the now defunct park. “How about turning around here, Joe?” Olga asked suddenly. “I’ve got to eat yet.” Joe applied the brakes and looked at his watch. “Oh, all right,” he said irritably. “But I got something to wise you up to on the way back.” He backed the car on to the car tracks and started toward the city once more.

—By Williams

“You know, Olga,” he said, affecting a confidential tone, “I’m "a friend of yours, and there’s something I want to tell you for your own good.” Olga was an attentive listener. “I see you out once in a while with Mary Della and that Bobbin girl and I guess you think they’re all right; but I’m going to tell you something about Mary Della that you ought to know. And after that, if you hang out with her, it’s your own lookout. “I was telling you a while ago,” Joe resumed, “about Mary Della cheating on me. Well, you know how I found out? She dropped a letter right there where your feet are one day and I got hold of it and did some deep thinking about some other things that looked fishy to me, and after awhile it come to me that Mary Della was the broad that wrote the note to the coppers about the Red Mask murder.” “You’re a fool, Joe Speaks!” Olga declared angrily. “Oh no, I’m not. Mary Della was parked out on the Cheshire road with some skunk when the Red Mask did his dirt and she couldn’t keep It to herself. She wrote the coppers, and she wrote it on a piece of paper she tore from that letter I found in the car.” “What’s got into you, Joe,” Olga demanded. “You know that’s a lie. I didn't think you’d pass out dirt like that just because your girl was sore at you.” The car was coasting easily down North Main street toward the Center. a a a ‘"VTOU don’t have to take my word * for it,” Joe assured her. “Go ask the police. They got the note she sent and the letter I found in the car, and they fit. And another thing: They already got it straight from somebody else that Mary Della was the one that wrote the note. “Understand, I’m not telling this to everybody, but I like you and I don’t want to see you get in bad following Marie Della around. You take it from me, she’s mixed up in that murder. It wouldn’t surprise me any if it turned out she was parking with the Red Mask himself that night Not a bit.” Tire car came to a stop at the east end of the green to wait for the traffic light, and Olga pushed the door open and jumped out. Then she faced about and put her hand on the top edge of the door. “I don’t believe a word you’re saying, Joe,” she declared, not unpleasantly. “But anything’s possible and if I find out you’re right, why . . . well, I’ll thank you for tipping me off, I guess. But I don’t believe it unless Mary Della herself says it’s so.” “That suits me,” Joe replied casually. “You ask her, and if she admits it ” “If she admits it,” said Olga, “the treat’s on me.” Joe grinned. "Fair enough. And the treat’ll be a nice ride out in the country Wednesday night with a little loving thrown in. O. K.?” “Sure,” said Olga contemplating Joe’s classic features. She turned to the sidewalk. (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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