The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-03-29
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Wen have to do something. God
knows what may have happened
He had murder in his eyes: I
believe you also know, Miss (get the
Miss Mcneil! 1 propose to do some
thing very quickly
"'What do you propose to do?
That's my business"
"'Well, it's mine Also
"'You can do as you please, Miss
Mcneil
mo chance, of course, to get your
things. Better buy some. Unless
Ida can break into your room when
he's asleep. l rave her the skele-
ton keys and told her to try it. She's
strong for you.
81 left and evidently he went at
once and phoned to mamma. She
gave him the goods-innocently, of
course. She believes you're having
a lovely visit with Judith. I gather
from her account that your husband
asked very considerably about her
health and could he do anything
for her. OF course, this touches her
and she gets the weeps telling me
Ben is such a good man and why
isn't Sandy happy.
Il guess ma asked when you were
coming home. He answers: I'm
not sure. Did she write to you,
MOTHER Ma says: oh, yes-I had a
lovely letter. She and Judith are
having a wonderful time
THAT lets him see the lay of the
land! He sees that ma hasn't a sus-
picion why, when or how you left.
But he's dead sure 1 know all about
it. He told ma he was going to the
city to get you.
Il wouldn't put it past him to put
a detective on your trail. Watch
your step, kid. He's a mean hombre.
It's pretty tough that you're tied
to him for llfe....-
Sandy opened the second letter.
1t was sharp. 1t set her pulse fly
ing.
Isn't this red hot? l can hardly
believe it....the sanctimoniOus hy-
pocrite! But I suppose he'll say
you drove him to it,"
Enclosed was q clipping from the
Santa Barbara paper with Sandy's
picture on the front page. Across
the top vas the heading: Narrow
ly Escapes Death" There followed
an account Of an automobile acct
dent on Wednesday midnight. Mr..
and Mrs. Ben Murillo, returning
from Los Angeles, were struck by
another machine. BY a miracle, it
seemed, no one was hurt. Mr.. Mu-
rillO and his wife were able to pro-
coed homeward in their own ma
chine"
The information stunned Sandy.
Ben Murillo driving. with a woman
at midnight-passing her off as his
wife
Alice commented: MAY Arliss
rang up your house to find out
about it and your husband tells her
the newspaper made a mistake, that
L I cS LIZ S1SICl III 1lOI III wiz
who was driving with him. Some
alibi, isn't it? Wonder who the
dame is? Gosh, if she doesn't get
any more u of him than you did!
Couldn't you use this against him?
But I suppose his devoted Beatrice
would swear by all the gods hal
she was the woman"
For a reason that she didn't at
first analyze, Sandy felt as though
a weight dropped from her" She
told herself: I'm glad. Goblin
glad" She went almost running to
the beach. She rubbed her hands
along her arm as though she were
pushing chains from her.
She was free of him completely.
His infidelity left her free. 1t dis
solved even the moral ties he might
still have held.
She looked at the wide stretch of
waters. Far out a whale sent a sill
yer geyser upward. She thought:
I'm alone. I belong to myself
now"
These words made her cheeks
burn. She went with a still, tight
ened expectancy pack to the house.
She busted it. She put peoples that
she had picked in the glowing field
on the tables and shelves. Now and
then she looked at the clock. To
ward 8 o'clock she kept going to the
door, peering into the shadows
At 8 she heard a step. She closed
the door quickly, clasping her hands
against her chin. But she pulled it
open, giving a quick, frightened
laugh.
Not Ramon, but a messenger boy,
was coming up the walk. He had a
telegram. Ramon wasn't coming.
(TO Be COntinued.)