Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 June 1942 — Page 15

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By Harry Harrison Kroll

CHAPTER TEN HUNTER DENT gawped at Sherif Anderson. “What do you mean, § Sheriff —burn the seat of my What is all this, anyway?” ~- Anderson, grinning, unlocked the cell door. “Come along. You'll know all in good time.” Hunter followed the officer a block along the side street to the court house In a few moments they were with Judge Elkins “Young man,” Judge Elkins said, “vou are free. Go your way.” “What—what do 0 mean?” Hunter gasped. “I mean, how did this happen?” “Your bond has been posted. and until your case comes up for trial may come and as you please.” But—who went my bond. Judge Eikins?" Hunter still was dazed. “Your bondsman wishes to remain anonymous. You are dismissed.” | While in jail looking through his

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

cell window at the slim where the stick-up had been staged, an idea or two had hovered In Hunter's mind. He had thought a great deal about the questions: Why the money moving at such a time of night, where was it going, how did Junior know beforehand the route of the messenger. What was it all about, anyway? A hypothesis was growing in his mind. Maybe it was far-fetched. But he was up to his eves in the mess, and it was up to him to do all he could to get out of it From the newspaper Hunter had the place where the girl, Sally Kiker. lived. He was remembering something about Sally. too. When he had first read the name it was

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oddly familiar to him. Then he remembered. Sally Kiker was Sam Doolittle’s girl. Sam was the son of Squire Doolittle, the constable and owner of the little store out Hunter's way. Hunter and Doolittle were good friends; and it was more than likely that Sam Doolittle was the escort Sally had so far shielded. It was a lead worth following. -

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HUNTER and knocked at but neat house of recent FHA vintSally herself came to the door. morning. This is Hunter the Ballard Estates. Mav I come wanted

age. “Good Dent, from You are Miss Kiker?

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in a few talk with vou about the bank-mes-senger matter” He added quickly seeing the swift hostile change that came upcn her. “I happen to have been put in jail charged with that murder, Miss Kiker. I'm out on bond now. I had no more to do with that unfortunate matter than vou did. I have to find out all I can about it, because my case will come up at the winter session of criminal court, and—well, you can ee how it is with me.” He smiled his best smile “I know Sam Doolittle.” he added. “I know his father very well.” “Well, Mr. Dent!” “Will you come in?" Mr. Doolittle and ask about me I am sure vou wiil feel free to help me. What I wanted was for vou to tell me exactly what you saw the other night; betstill, go with me and let us go over the ground together. “As soon as I can change dress,” she said. He heard her telephoning Doolittle’s store. When she reappeared she was cordial. They walked up the street. “If T tell vou who was with me son't give awav?’ she

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You me asked I've already guessed it was Sam Go ahead—I don't know, so ' safe” “Well, the other night we were coming from the picture show uptown. This is a pretty bad part of town -- you know that. We heard somebody coming alang. Sam pulled me in the door here. We say a young fellow come past. He was, walking fast. He carried something under his arm. “Just a8 we were about to come out and start off again, here came somebody running like evervthing We jerked back in here. This time

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I saw ,a good-looking young man all dressed up. Had on a hat and tails, and I saw the pistol in his hand. He was yelling at one ahead to halt end stick! ‘em up-—you know how they do those things. Then it just happened so fast you couldn't make heads nor tails of it. Shooting and velling and when I looked out. like from right here.” and she so she peered around the of the door facing. at an across the street. "1 =aw two other men. They seemed to come from around the commer of the pressing shop there: or mavbe they uld have been hiding in that stairway yonder.” “You know, though, two?” Hunter said. “I'm sure,” she said. “Would you say they were just about of a size, and kind of sleek like, and maybe a little under average height?” She nodded, adding. "And dressed in dark. too. They looked aimost dirty But ther were not. Well, the shooting started and I was so scared 1! didnt know which wav was straight up. All I seem to remember was the dressed-up young man running out of sight that way”, she pointed down the side street.) toward the river road. “He must! have had a car down there somewhere. I heard it when it went, off with a big roar. And that's all I can remember. Sam and I ran. We saw the man lying in the street, | where he had been shot and killed. | I lost my purse in the door here!

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“What of the two men who came

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“We never saw them any more.” = HUNTER took went back uptown, He took a taxi, to the hospital and was allowed to

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visit Junior a moment. As he went | out on the street, Red came up in| her car. He got in with her, | “Did you go my bail, Red?" he | demanded. ! “If you must know, and 1 sup- | pose vou must. it was Hank Temple's father. at the bank.” “Red. I've been over that ground down there, and I have a theory. Junior was in that crazy stickup, all right. He was the young mah in tails who started it on a bet. But the parties who changed the joke

into a tragedy were not fooling. ~Y

They saw a chance to pick up seventeen thousand bucks. And those

‘two were on the inside, too. They

are your friends. That is, part of the crowd that makes up your sporting circle of pals. They wanted | seventeen grand bad enough to kill! somebody to get it. Only they didn't | get the money.” “No, Hunter." Red said. “But I know who did, and who has it now!”

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