The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-04-05

to a crisis without delay for there
was hourly danger that the real Ola
mond Bess" might he caught but she
could think of no other way 10 es-
cape froV them.
The warm sunshine of that Sunday
afternoon had filed the avenue be
meath her window with stream of
cars from curb to curb and the girl
gaZed idly down upon them for some
little time before it was borne in upon
her that a certain powerfu!-looking
gray roadster mad passed and repassed
the house at such brief intervals that
it could only have gone around the
block, and that its bareheaded driver
was staring up at her window and
seemed too be making motions to her
1t was the man on horseback of the
previous day.
With the conviction of this there
came the swift intuition that he
wasn't just some guy trying to get
fresh; he was waving. signaling to
the girl who should have been in that
window, the real Alva Copeland. Sal
lie drew back hastily but not before.
almost without her own volition. she
had made a little esture of denial.
Would he drive back again? The
westering sun was glaring straight
upon her window turning the glass
to a blurred dazzling expanse and
doubling that he could distinguish
her features she tried with all her
strength to raise the sash but it had
evidently been fastened with a pur
pose. For all her practicability Sal
lies romantic heart had led her
straight to the solution Of the mans
constant temperance before the
house and if he were the real Alva
COpeland's sweetheart she meant that
he should know of the substitution.
The minutes heightened with no
further sign of the gray car and at
last a low, insistent tapping at the
door made her turn to admit Fitch.
That excellently trained footman s
eyes We're fairly bulging from his
head and the tea-tray clattered slight
ly as he set it down upon the little
table.
so that's the game. IS it, he
whispered hoarsely. Fifty thousand
they're going to give YOU They've de-
cided on it! Who're you double
crossing. them or the chief?
Sallie grinned.
Neither one, Fitch. / gotta lay
low for awhile anyhow. amt I?-that
is. if I'm who you think l am
There's no good stallinG with me,
Bess!' He glanced behind him and
then advanced to pour the tea. You
know you can't get away with this
even if you was working under the
chiefs orders, which You're not
They're leery of you already in there
at least, Sloat is; says your lingo is
more like crooks than a shopgirls
and he's ali for having you looked up
more thorough in that town where
the wreck happened but the old lady
and the solicitor chap won't hear of
it. You're a game one. I'll say that
for youl Call it laying low 70 stick
about here with the Delapiere woman
herself in the very house yesterday
WHAT'S it to your" Sallie shrugged.
You stick to your job and I'll stick
to mine What are you butting in
for?"
Because" he bent suddenly over
her chair, I'm fair gone on you.
Ress. The others told me about you,
but strike me pink if l thought you
was half as pretty as you are. IN
easy berth, nifty thou and quick
getaway may look good to you, but
you'd never be able to put it over on
the chief. 10 say nothing of those
four spcarklers. | saw Chicago Molly
after she'd tried to hold out on him
in that little matter of the Morgen-
thai bonds and | turned fair sick, l
did. though | amt the squeamish
kind | could a-bear to see it come
to you
Fitch stiffened all at once and his
face took on its habitual wooden ex-
preston. for the/door at the end of
the hall had opened without the sin
gle warning sound of a football and
silken draperies trailed toward them.
This is very nice. thank YOU" Sal
lie remarked composedly. please tell
Mrs.-my mother that I've had my
tea if she asks
Very good, miss Fitch turned
and then paused as Mrs. Copeland
SWEEP. in al tae a. . doorway
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