The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-04-23

Where are they?"
II do not know" I answered. II
was looking for them myself. 1 was
Just going into the bathroom next
door to see if he had left them there"
He stepped back and entered the
bathroom. He was only gone for a
few seconds, but I found time to take
the revolver from the drawer and to
slip it into my loose pocket.
1.-THE bath has not been used" he
said little shortly when he came
back. 81 should like you to stay with
me while 1 search these drawers"
1 made no objection, and he made
a hasty search of the contents of the
first two. When he came to the
bottom one and found it locked, he
gave vent to a little exclamation.
He made no bones for what he did,
nor offered any apology. With an
instrument which he carried in his
pocket, he forced the lock and bent
ever the contents of the drawer. He
was a man addicted, should imagine,
TO silence, but heard him muttering
to himself at what he found. When
he stood up, there was a smile of
triumph upon his lips.
What time do you expect your
master back?" he inquired
II do not know" answered. He
was lunching at the golf club and
playing a round afterward. About
: o'clock, I should think"
He walked to the window and stood
looking out over the links. too
looked out. In the far distance we
could see two men playing.
do you know the links?" he
asked.
Very WELL" told him. Il have
lived here all my life"
What hole are they playing now?"
THE seventh"
What green is that just opposite?"
THE seventeenth"
Where is the tee for the eight
eenth?"
Just out of sight. underneath the
trees"
He nodded apparently we'll content
His eyes fingered upon me. 1 saw
look in his face to which l was per
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covered that in my quiet way was
good-looking. He came a little nearer
TO me.
Are you fond of your master?'
he asked.
Il see very little of him." l an
swensd. He gives no trouble"
do you know that you are rather
a prettv grip" he ventured. coming
nearer still.
81 am always very careful OF strang-
ers who tell me So" retorted, taking
a step backward.
He laughed.
You'll give me just one kiss for
this?'' he begged, holding out a silver
crown. You've told me Just what 1
wanted to know"
I looked at him curiously. If it
were true that I was an intelligent
girl, il was scarcely a compliment
which I could return. For a police
officer, he must have been a hopeless
idiot.
ct don't allow any one to kiss me. ."
I objected, pushing the coin away.
You must put UP with it just for
once" he insisted.
1 scarcely believed that he was In
earnest-and for the first time in my
life a man kissed me upon the lips.
1 can find no words even now to de.
scribe the fury which was born IN
my heart against him. I feared even
to speak, lest my passionate words
might carry some warning to him Of
the things which were in my heard.
He seemed perfectly Indifferent, how
ever, and in a few minutes he strolled
out and made his way across the
garden to the little wood. ! took
up my masters field glasses and salts
fed myself that he was still a long
distance away. I waited for a quar-
ter of an hour. Then I took another
path which led into the shrubbery,
and made my way cautiously 70 where
the man was standing with folded
arms, leaning against a tree.
1 drew nearer and nearer. 1 am
Iight-footed. and I have even been
called stealthy. 1t was part Of my
early training as a parlor maid to
make no noise when l moved. So [
stole to within a few yards Of him,
unperceived and unheard. ! was a
queer, gusty November day, with
tumbled masses of clouds in the sky.
and a wind which bent the tops OF
the sparse trees and brought the
leaves rusting down. Soon there
would be company for the creeping
and crawling insects to whom winter
meant death. And afterward! l had
vivid little mind-picture Of a crowd
ed courtroom. of the judge who might
try me and the jury who might pro
nounce my fate. For a moment l
shivered. Then 1 thought of my mas
ter, and I smiled. If he knew he
would thank me. Some day he would
know!
I was so close that l think my
victim felt the breath from my lips
or the sensation of my approaching
body He turned quickly around and
saw his eyes wide open with appre-
tension He would have shrunk
away, but he seemed paralyzed; and
as he stood there I shot him. He
swayed on his feet an instant, then
stumbled and slumped to the ground.
I listened for a moment. Then I took
the path back to the house. I had
finished what I came out to do.
Michael Carries on the Story
My round Of golf with the man who
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