The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-05-13
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into that office and you arriving
later. Tomorrow the body will be
found. These things get out. l
should report this-I've got to report
It. If any one saw Sandy go there
and then you, and now they find him
dead"
Douglas put out his hands. dou-
bling the fists against the wall. I'D
do it for you, Hal No one saw me.
No one saw usl It was late Not o
soul. He's just come back from
China-not a soul who'll ever con-
meet Sandy with this II ask you,
Hal"
You're making an awful mistake
we're making an awful mistake.
Then Hal Hume turned abruptly, a
flood Of scarlet on his fine, open
face. an the morning you better
get Judith. You'll need Judith to
nurse her"
Douglas sat at her bed, one hand
covering his face. Five o'clock in
the morning-the hour they had
planned to start. God, what thing
to happen!
A few more hours and the janitor
would probably be opening the Of
flee door-come upon Rafnon's body.
A picture OF the lean, brown face
with a line Of agony about its half
open mouth came to his mind. He
remembered kicking the pistol a lit
tie when he knelt to feel Ramon's
pulse.
But burned in his mind was the
red stain OF blood--the little pool of
blood in the corner. A sudden,
sickening terror swept over him.
They would see that pool Of blood
clear across the room from Ramon
The blood had not come from him.
He remembered distinctly there was
no blood visible on Ramons shirt.
They would know someone else
had been in that room. And If some
one had seen Sandy going in there?
He was chilled and nauseated with
horror.
Why hadn't he wiped up that
blood? Why hadn't he Strengthened
a chair that was pushed half against
the wall?
Mechanically he looked at his
watch. Suppose he went down there
now? He had an insane desire to
rush back there, scrub the floor
make sure that no drops of blood
would show where she had crept.
He told himself desperately:
They'll never trace her. Who'd
know it was she--whod connect her
with him."
All, why had she gone? What ter
rIble and futile pity had driven her?
He had threatened? He had come
bounding her?
He leaned down and stared at the
pillow. Her face half turned. He
touched her hair, smoothed it from
her forehead 49,
She smiled up at him. She said
in a quiet way that frightened him;
81 feel nothing. I have no pain. D."
She now recalled with fast beat
ing excitement the encounter of the
night. Blanched, imploring desper-
alton OF Ramon's face; muzzle Of the
pistol pressed against her chest;
shock and roar of engines crashing
down on her.
And she remembered her own
voice moaning as she crept along
the floor.
Ramon had left her-fred shot
and vanished.
Pictures flashed through her mind
quickly in hectic confusion. Why
was she not dead? The echo of
muffled cry sobbed in her ears:
"Sandy-God-I've killed you"
Killed her and ran away.
But she hadn't died. Because
Douglas had come!
The blur Of his face stopping over
hers humble of his voice; pressure
Of his strong, tender arms bearing
her through darkness-through
tunnel
She had a bewildered image of
Ramon pursuing them. plunging
after them, head down, q pistol
cleaning in his hands.
She said excitedly: Hurry. Doug.
las. Where did he go? Did you see
him go? ITide--he wants to Kill
me-"
Her hand fiuttered along the Gov
ers. He pressed it between his.