The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-05-15
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CHAPTER XCVII


The paragraph was printed in
blackface. 1t leaped from the
column Five days OF narrowing
suspense Now this!
Douglas dropped nickel in the
newsboy's hand, folded the paper
quickly, got into his car.
He drove to Van Nessout to the
Yacht Harbor. -Four o'clock Friday
afternoon. He parked here; pulled
out the paper
police Declare Worth Murdered"
In type a fraction Of an inch
smaller. Mystery woman and com
panion sought"
There followed gripping account
Of the evidence gathered in Ramon s
home. The account was splashed
all over the front page. The letter
fragment was photographed. Ra'
mons heavy script had penned the
responding message:
IT have lot you You have turned
from me- And the white wonder
OF your face is now his.
you tell me you have nothing for
me. l. that ask only the Joy OF
looking at you; only to talk with
YOU and hear your voice-you tell
me I must so away. You have
nothing for me &C.,. nothing for any
one!
But for him? All God. saw
your hands reach out and cling to
his. Saturday night, unseen. I saw
you-saw you holding him for what
easily imagined words of tenderness!
And I remember night when
YOU stood aaginst the cypress tree,
hat hair of yours with the moon
light streaming on IT, brighter than
a crown; your angles face seeking
mine-all your love dewy in your
eyes.
i've lived year dreaming of
it's return. ] come. And you tell
me I must go away
II must go that you may be free
for him. BY the Lord God you can
ask this BY the Lord God, do you
think I'll grant it?---"
All evidence. so the account stated,
now strongly pointed to murder with
jealousy over woman as the cause.
who Is this woman? Who is
the other man? Will the blood.
stained handkerchief initiated X
identify him? We're they both or
only one Of them in Worths Office
the night of the fatal shooting?
Which was wounded? Who car.
lied the woman away? Where is
she hidden?'
Further search OF the deceased s
quarters was expected to yield an.
ewers to all these questions
It was now clear that Ramon
Worth shot himself or was shot
because Of woman The room
where he spent his last hours was
eloquent of his despondence. Pages
and pages had been written and
these torn to frenzied bits, The one
extract told the story.
New clews we're hourly expected
Douglas turned to the next page.
Here was a photograph Of Ra'
mons room showing the desk and
scattered bits of paper
But no mention Of Sandy's name.
No a1lusion to himself except In the
letter *" No photograph OF her
no scrap Of letter she had writ.
ten Ramon
He folded the paper his law shak-
ing and the tears rushing to his
eyes.
Another week and this suspense
would make an old man of him
For Ave days he had gone about
in an abnormal tension. His eyes
might have been weighed with iron,
SO difficult he found It to raise them.
He expected momentsrily to have
someone--even passerby on the
street halt him with an accusing;
stop! You're the fellow who went
into Ramon Worths office last Mon.
day night at a quarter OF eleven. 7
saw you"
He even expected his mother to
connect UP his absence that night
and the postponement Of his trip
RA NRARH