The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-02-08

humiliation-a humiliation so keen
that she had become i'll.
T Why tell McMann now about Mrs.
Borden's having seen the automatic
pistol in the bottom drawer of the
desk? Time enough to tell if it
should become ecsssary-
McMann turned again to the po-
liceman who sat at the telephone,
an extension of which was on the
absent Office boys desk. Get the
chief again, Rand"
AS he waited for the connection,
the detective turned to Ruth with
another question: Hear or see
anything between Borden and Rita
when she was leaving?"
ID UTH knit her broWs, and Jack
N Hayward pressed her hands
hard. His eyes were filled with
compassion as he was forced to
stand by while she went through
this ordeal. ~
Mr.. Borden and Miss Dubois
came out of the private office to-
gether, laughing and talking. Miss
Dubois said something about shop
ping Said she could do more shop
ping in two hours than most women
could do in day. And jokingly
told him not to call UP the stores
and limit the charge accounts he
was opening for her"
And what did Borden say?" Nc
Mann demanded, his pencil busy.
Gold digging him, eh?"
"FIe answered something which !
didn't understand about her keep
ing her bargain and he'd keep his.
He said, Mind you don't double
cross me, Rita'-or words to that
effect But he was in great good
humor and waved goodhy to her"
Just a minute" McMann inter
rupted, and reached for the phone
extension on Ruth'S desk. Hello,
| chief. McMann Yeah. Oh,
sure! Robbery or passion crime,
1 don't know which yet. Might even
be revenge. Too many leads, if you
ask me Say, chief, send Clay
out to get Mrs. Borden-Wait !
I'll get the address"
Ruth supplied it, from memory:
Mrs. Elizabeth Borden, 1918 Cres-,
cent boulevard"
Her lips felt dry and stiff as she
uttered the words After all, Mrs.
Borden, was Borden's wife or
rather, his widow! And she loved
him j. It had been SO painfully
obvious to Ruth on Saturday, when
the wife had been forced to listen
to the ribald laughter of her hus-
band and his new love, that the
wife did love him, was jealous
g. That's right chief, Tell
Clay not to spill the beans, see?
Just tell her she's wanted at her
husbands Office, see? Yeah!
Plenty! =. : DR.. Nelson's just
leaving? Good! Say, chief, guess
who Borden's private secretary was.
Colby Testers little daughter. Fact!
Sure I'll show her every con-
sideration. No man could help it.
TACK HAYWARD leaned close to
~ whisper to Ruth, the first smile
of that dreadful morning twinkling
in his eyes. Better get out your
spectacles, darling!"
McMann continued his telephone
conversation with the chief of po-
lice. And say, chief, have Ferber
come right over with his camera.
-. Yeah, I've got this wire plugged
up with headquarters until further
notice, but there's another line.
Rand will take all calls coming in
on it; may get some tips that way.
-. Send me over two or three
plainclothes men, won't you? All
right"
He hung up the receiver and
turned to Ruth again, dismissing, to
her vast relief, both Mrs. Borden
and Rita Dubois, with his first
question: "Now, Miss Lester, what
other visitors did Borden have Sat-
urday morning and when did you
leave the Officer"
Ruth considered. mo one else
oh, I'm forgetting Mr.. Adams. He's
one of the stock statesmen. Mr.. Bor-
den asked him to come in on Satur-
day to go over his sales record. Mr..
Adams had been in a slump
QUARREL" MoMann tapped i'm
patiently with his pencil.
st didn't hear any quarrel, but
Mr.. Adams looked rather exasper-
ated when he came out of Mr.. Bor-
den'S office
Ruth was interrupted by Patrol
man Biggers, who had been sta
toned outside the door in the hall,
Lady here wants to see Mr.. Bor-
den." he announced to McMann,
winking broadly. Says she's
| his"
81 ana his wifel" quivering voice
cut short the policeman's explana-
ton. 81 want to see my husband!
OH Has anything happened
to Harry? I knew it! =. oh,
Harry, Harryl"
Ito Be Continued
McMann accuses Mrs. Borden.
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