The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-06-25

added to foreStall the inquiry ne
saw coming, "of this cylinders
value. We may have to try again
tomorrow. But we'll know in thirty
minutes after we get tn record
that's now in tn course of making!
This'll run for an hour. When tn
times up I'll hide tn plug again
and we can beat 1t. Well come
back tonight"
And they came back at the same
hour as on the night, of morning,
before-passing the charwoman on
the second floor. Again she looked
UP, and then at the expenditure OF
much effort clambored to her feet.
Once more Don stepped forward,
tipped back the lapel of his coat to
show his badge, and reached out his
hand to her. AS on the previous oc-
casion she took it, the bill, and
mumbled her "t'anke, mister" A
moment later and she was kneehng
again on her pad with scrub-brush
in hand. 1t WIS was just passing
incident in her life, an unimportant
event, save that it left her richer
by SIS.
In the meantime the two mid
night providers had wasted no time.
Entrance to the private Office OF the
walden firm was effected as before.
Three minutes later Don straight
ened, the cylinder he had fitted IN
the machine on the previous night
reposing securely in the leather bag,
a duplicate in the dictagraph.
20. X" he whispered too the eag-
erly-waiting Teddy. Now for my
hole-in- the wall to find out what
sort of fish we've caught"
The charwoman was at the lar
end of the hall on the second floor
when they descended, and so failed
to note their departure. Teddy re-
marked her absence.
1--WE were more expeditions on this
trip" was the explanation Don OF
fered, as they directed their steps
toward the Times Office. He added:
Let us hope it's tn wind-up. AL
that" he went on, whimsical note
in his voice, "it's an ill-wind that
blows no one good Whatever our
work gets us, it enriched tn buxom
Mrs. Kovacic to tn tune of $40. Per-
haps it served a good purpose.
A brisk walk of ten minutes
brought them to the Times building
and they were shot up to the eoi-
torial floor. Dons sanctum ad-
Joined the city room.
A machine stood on the table.
With fingers that shook slightly
Don adjusted the record on which
their hopes were based and puSheo
the starting button. A brief walt
and
The sound of slammed door
came from the record. Then sounded
footballs across the floor, the noisy
opening of a desk, a cough. The
next moment the voice OF young
Walden came:
whats tn matter? You amt
lookin' so good. Haven't been hittin
tn white mule, have your
II don't know what tbs, but I'm
damned worried over this Pop
Brooks matter" 1T was the elder
Walden's voice.
why, what's worryin' yuh?' This
was young Waldren.
"A number of things. First place,
I'm 'fraid he smells a rat"
why SOP"
"He acted odd tn day he was in
here an told me my account had
been wiped FIN his slate-that !
owed him nothing"
well, what o. that?"
Funny thing-after all these
years. Seemed like he thought that
Anna Sutherland case was dead
issue"
"Aint it?"
Hell, no! I'll bleed old Pop
Brooks to the last dollar he's got
fore I'm through with him. That
is, if"
"If what?"
"Well-if can"
Cant youp"
I'm not absolutely sure since"
"Since what?"
"Since we pulled this kidnapin'
stunt. That was not such smart
dodge, abductin' tn girl an lettin'
her go so soon. That was your wise
idea"
1T was a good idea if"
"If it had worked. yes-but 1t
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