The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-06-24

ious effort and climbed to her feet
Don stepped close to her and held
out his hand. The woman heSitated
and continued staring at them sus-
piciously.
Here's something to help out on
the rent" he said, smiling and at
the same time flashing his badge.
She looked at the bill, then at his
badge, and any possible doubts she
might have harbored as to the pro-
priety of this man and "his lady
going to "their Office" vanished. Her
moon-like face beamed reassuringly.
Tanks, Mister" she mumbled.
That's all right, Mrs. ?"
"Me Mrs. Kovacic," she supple
mented. "You are detective, no?"
she added with awe.
Eyes, Mrs. Kovacic," lied Don
glibly.
The charwoman mumbled some
thing and bending her huge frame,
she went through the performance
known to women the world over.
When she Strengthened again Don
and Teddy were gone.
Number thirty-eight," whispered
Don as they approached the third
floor. 1T hope one OF my keys fit
It's a Yale lock and you know what
that means?"
eyes, Don," whispered Teddy, her
ears alert. But no sound seemed to
disturb them. All they heard was
the rattle of the elevator and the
sound of mops and pals striking
against the marble floors Of the cor
ridor below.
Don's apprehension was not I'M
founded. None Of the keys would
operate the lock. He looked up at
the transom overhead and then at
his small companion. She caught
the trend of his thought and
nodded.
Boost me-" she whispered, 81 en-
crawl through any hole I en- get my
fist through"
She demonstrated this remarkable
statement, almost, moment later
by negotiating the transom with
ease. In another instant the door
swung inward.
They worked with the aid OF a
powerful flash lamp Don had
purchased, taking no chances on the
Office lights. The installation OF a
dictagraph is ordinarily a simple
Job. A panel was removed from the
back of a desk and the little ma
chine fitted into the opening. The
cylinder, while exposed to catch the
sound, was hidden from view.
Noiseless itself, only chance would
bring about its exposure.
The operating wire with its plug
extended through a hole Don bored
into the Dashboard. 1t was carried
into the adjoining office which was
rented by a real estate firm, the
Junior partner of which was Don's
friend, and concealed behind huge
desk. All that was necessary to
start the machine was to screw the
plug into a light socket. 1t was set
to register even a whisper and would
run for an hour.
Don and Teddy had already
worked out their plan Of procedure
for the next day. This necessitated
the absence of the real estate men
which had already been arranged.
The two would be away all day. Don
had fixed it with his friend.
On their descent they encountered
the charmowman climbing to the
third floor. She nodded as they
passed and then she turned, her
gaze following them to the bottom.
Teddy glanced back and giggled.
"We've got her guessing" she said
as they reached the street. Let
us hope she is not very good at it"
Apparently Mrs. Kovacic was not.
When the two plotters entered the
real estate Office the next day they
found their wires intact. Shortly
afterward they heard noises in the
law office. The Waldens, father and
son, were talking.
Don screwed the plug into an cleo