Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 155, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 November 1931 — Page 11

INOV. 7, 1931

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bkgin here today taffifiLSPi 0 !®- JUPITER is robbed nd . "?'’ r<serc d during the tmaßtment nartv IT*di/iSSL ,O L. her •eereUrv. marY I The thlef fn to * et ihe fc S?JJ?-. Juolt * r necklace *T?r^?E* c n°lnU to Marv's brother, kDDIE. who is killed bv a car as he Kfi,H2-? a sS.*..* ,er - Police droo the cose. * 'lnk,Eddie aulltv. BOWEN, noiice lnvestlVaUon. the Star ‘ conducts a ptlvato gUcovere* a racetrack ctoolc called iji: .* to whom Eddie owed money. *~. dle * coat, found In the house. Is recognized bv the butler as one worn bv *, .f®te-craaher” he elected the night of the murder. Marv's fiance. DIRK RUYTHER. beJleves Eddie gutltv and forbids her to £? Bowen, fearing further notoriety. They auarrel. but make up and plan to marry at once. Mary mets Bowen In a speakeasy where The Fly Is said ■ to be hiding. Dirk comes to take her home. He la on his wav to lock up the Jupiter necklace in his office safe. Dirk proves The Flv Is not there. Mary clasps the necklace about her throat jus? as three strangers enter. They leave, followed bv Bowen, who fears an attempt on the necklace. Dirk does not. The two men ouarrel. Just t Dir klocks up the necklace there is , ■ crash In the street outside. Bowen lets the thieves smash into his ear rather than overtake Mary and Dirk. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE iContinued) "OUT there were explanations to -■-* be given the big, breathless policeman first. , "What were you tryin’ to do, turn earound in the middle of the block?" he accused, after inspecting the position of the wrecked car. Bowen took his abuse without a word of self-defense. Mary burned, with indigation, but Bowen only listened with what she could have sworn was a self-satisfied smile on his face. "Yep, you’re right, officer. All my lault,’’ he kept repeating. "Anybody see the number o’ that car?” the policeman asked loudly. The curious crowd began to babble all together, but nobody could give a connected story. "It was 3N and something—” “Naw, it was' 3Y”— The policeman closed his book in disgust. “On yer way, all of ye!’’ He swung his stick menacingly. When they had scattered, he Came up to Dirk. "Did you see it?” he asked. “No. We just came up. That’s my car down there,” Dirk answered negligently. “Tell him,” Mary whispered. “Tell him about the car—you know —” Her eyes were black with fear and her teeth chattering. Before another word could be said, Bowen jostled between them, giving Mary an unmistakable jab in the ribs with his elbow. The jab winded her, and the surprise took the words out of her open mouth. He took the officer aside and they held brief confab. Bowen's policecard helped to smooth matters over. Dirk’s quick “Ssh!” kept Mary from making any further attempt to speak of the other car. Puzzled but quiescent, she let him lead her back to, the coupe. His animosity toward Bowen seemed to have melted abruptly. Presently Bowen and the policeman parted, and Bowen came straight to their car. “Where do you want to go? Climb in,” Dirk invited. “No, I can get a cab,” Bowen’s voice sounded shy. “Get in!” Dirk commanded. Mary moved closer to Dirk and Bowen obediently climbed in on the other side. “Let’s get way from here,” he said. u a tt r T TPTOWN they sped for some time without a word spoken. Dirk was first to break the silence. “So, you're the kind of a driver who turns around in the middle of the block, in a street that’s too narrow to turn around in?” he said. Mary bit her lip. vexed that he could continue quarreling after what had happened. But Bowen laughed.' “Yep, that’s hie.” he said. “I owe you something for that,’ Dirk said. “What’ll it be, anew car?” “Forget it,” Bowen scoffed. He jseemed vastly pleased with himself. “But vou could have got yourself killed, you fool!” Dirk protested. “Yes, lost a good fingernail saving your worthless hide,” Bowen agreed amiably, squinting at the injured digit by the aid of a street light. Mary was almost bursting with bewilderment, and growing more curious every minute. “What is it all about?" she wailed. “You’ve | shushed me long enough. Tell me or I’ll scream!”

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“You’re a bright girl, you ought to know” Dirk said. “Bowen stopped that other car from coming down Nassau street, all right, didn’t he? Do you know any other way he could have done it? "Your little friends from the speakelsy were trailing us apparently. Well, they didn’t get near enough to see which door we were parked before. I guess that ends it, for tonight anyway. “I might have given that cop a tip-off to keep an eye on the place though. Wish I jiad.” “Then it was The Fly!” Mary cried. “The Fly? Don’t be silly.” There was something about the pleasant voice in which Dirk spoke, whether he was saying something agreeable or disagreeable, that was maddening. A trick learned in the courtroom, no doubt. Whatever it -was, it made one want to strike him, dent that implacable politeness somehow. ana MARY drew away and looked at him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rising of a temper she had never known she had. “Why not?” “Is he the only thug who knows a valuable necklace when he sees it? Any crook in Christendom would have taken out after anybody with no more sense than to display a thing like that in a speakeasy! Might have been that Lon Chaney waiter, for all we know.” “But Dirk,” Mary said, with ominous calm, “that car was the same car that killed Eddie. I told you that.” Dirk smiled wryly down at her. “Now don’t start that all over again,” he said lightly. “You could not recognize a particular car of standard make, like that, in that light, at that distance. “I wouldn’t put you on the stand myself with such a statement. Opposing counsel would make monkeys out of us. “You saw it under similar circumstances, hitting someone, and you already were wrought up and ready to believe it was the same. Consequently you think so. That’s all.” “Oh, don’t be so—so legal,” Mary hurled at him furiously, for lack of a more opprobrious epithet. “I don’t care what you say, it was the same car. I’d swear to it!” She appealed to Bowen. “Tell him!” she demanded. “Tell him it was the same car!” But Bowen merely answered, “What’s the use?” Unexpectedly even to herself, Mary began to cry. Helpless tears rained down her cheeks, and she covered her face with her hands and wept. a st a BOWEN looked straight ahead and said nothing. Dirk patted her knee awkwardly. “Don’t, sweetheart!” he begged. “You’ve got to se’e this thing straight sometime. It might as well be now.” Dirk went on. gently. “The trouble is, Mary, you’re taking the whole thing too hard. You—oughtn’t to blame Eddie so much. A young kid like that—you can’t know what he was up against. No woman could. He ” “I understand that he didn’t do it. Do you?” Mary asked, with terrible calm. She was looking at him as at a stranger. “Perhaps not,” Dirk replied after a moment’s hesitation. He flushed brick-red as he tried to meet her eyes. , Unconsciously he had fallen into the habit of thinking of Eddie as a weak, tormented boy driven to stealing, and a murderer by accident. He accepted the murder as a fact, but saw extenuating circumstances. “You think him guilty and you don’t blame him,” Mary said. “Well, I think him innocent of everything except the gambling charge, but I blame him just the same. “He put himself in a position where anything—even this—could be said of him, and now he can never explain himself—he’s dead. What if no one ever knows—the papers, I mean? The police? “Do you suppose it means nothing to me"that YOU think it—that your father and mother think it? Do you suppose it won’t make a difference between us, always? It would be like living with a ghost. Some day I’d hate you—”

SHE huddled between them, dabbing her eyes with a small ball of handkerchief. If she had looked at Dirk, the hurt look that came into his eyes at her last words might have changed her, made her weaken again. But she did not look up. Another traffic stop and the three people sat uncomfortably silent. While they were waiting, Dirk reached into the pocket of his topcoat, lying on the shelf back of them, and brought out' the gun Bowen had given them. He balanced it on his hand in the glow of the dashlight. “Nice little gun,” he said judiciously. “Got a permit to carry it?” Mary, pressed against the two men by the narrowness of the car seat, distinctly felt Bowen start. She looked up and caught a look of embarrassment on his face. “No—o,” he admitted. “It’s not mine, exactly. I—” Dirk squinted at it critically. “.38 caliber Colt, isn’t it? An oldtimer, but it’s in good condition. Where’d you pick it up?” He darted a look at Bowen, who changed color, opened his mouth to speak, gulped, and was silent. Dirk nodded. “I thought so,” he said. Bowen burst out: “What was the use letting the kid take the rap for Sullivan law violation? If he’d lived, I was going to give it back to him. It slipped out of his pocket when he fell, and I palmed it. It wasn’t his, though.” Dirk put it in his pocket thoughtfully. “You can have it back tomorrow. I w-ant to look it over.” Bowen said, “There aren’t any fingerprints on it. I got all the good ones.” “Harkness’, of course.” “Sure, He was carrying it. But there were others.” “Whose?” “I’ll tell you when we. get back to Shay’s.” Dirk said, “Were not going back to Shay’s, now or any other time. You can, if you like, but Mary’s going home and going to bed. You might have picked another night for all this romping around, you two. “Have you forgotten what day tomorrow is?” he asked, looking at Mary, half-chiding, half-serious. To Bowen he added: “Mind if I put you down somewhere?” “Right here,” Bowen said. The car swerved to the curb, and he got out. Mary moved over into the space he had vacated, then, obeying a powerful impulse, climbed out after him. She stood beside him, a small mutinous figure with hard accusing eyes. To Dirk’s amazed entreaty, she shook her head. “I’m getting out here, too,” she said. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO have done that,” X Bowen objected. “Now how’ll you get home?” “I’m not going home just yet,” Mary said. “You’re going back to Shay’s and get what fingerprints you can. Where are the ones you got off the gun?” “In my hotel room.” “I’ll go there and wait for you. I don’t feel equal to Shay’s again, right now. Besides, it might be better if you went alone.” “I’ll get kicked out anyway,” Bowen muttered morosely. “Look,” he said, “you better not do this. You better make it up with him while you can, or there’s likely not to be any wedding tomorrow.” “There isn’t going to be anyhow!” Mary flamed. “Until I find out who’s right. If those fingerprints tally, there won’t be any, anyway, until that man’s caught. One thing at a time, and that comes first with me. If they don’t—if you’ve just been giving me a—a cock-and-bull story—” (To Be Continued)

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