The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-01

it'll be a gun-if there is any next
time
"And Mr.. Bailey laughed, like he
was trying to make Mr.. Borden feel
better, and said, You let Jake take
care of her, Harry, and there won't
be any next time. Either that, or
give her what she wants. Mr.. Bor-
den slammed his fist down on the
sideboard and said, I'll be damned
if dol And then he noticed me
and told me to run his bath. And
that's all, sir, except that after that,
until last Thursday night, Mr..
Bailey slept in the apartment, and
hardly let Mr.. Borden out Of his
sight"
"DID the woman telephone
~ again?" McMann asked,
frowning NIGHTLY.
mo, sir. Nor come back, either,
so far as I know"
do you know Mrs. Borden by
sight, Ashe?" McMann asked sud-
denly.
eyes, sir. Mr.. Borden sent me to
his wife's home on Christmas day
with presents for the children, and
I talked with her then. She sent
Mr. Borden gift, sir, though he
hadn't sent anything with her name
on it."
You're sure Mr.. Borden's visitor
was not Mrs. Borden?"
Absolutely sure, sir. There's no
resemblance at all, sir, except that
both the ladies may be about the
same age" the valet answered posi-
lively.
For half an hour longer the de-
tective quizzed the valet on every,
possible phase of Borden's life, but
beyond the fact that Borden had
entertained rather frequently, CIV
ing wild parties" in his apartment
Ashe could tell nothing of impor-
lance.
From him, however, McNIann got
the names of three of the dead
mans male friends, though Ashe
seemed dubious when asked to
choose friends" from among the
murdered promoters host of con-
vivial companions.
"And where is Jake Bailey, Ashe?"
McNann concluded his rapid-fire
grilling of the valet.
THAT I couldn't say, sir. He left
Friday night for a bit of vacation,
since Mr. Borden was to be away
for the week lend. He had given up
his room at the hotel, where he was
staying, until Christmas eve, and
was staying with Mr.. Borden nights,
as I've told you.
II expect he'll be back tonight, sir,
unless ne stays away to keep from
being questioned. A man don't relish
being a witness in a case like this,
sir"
you're right, Ashe, and thanks
for coming in" McMann said, ex-
tending his hand with sudden heart
ness. "Stay on at Borden's apart
ment, for the present and let me
know anything at all that develops.
''The police department will take
charge of his mail, of course. Give
my men any assistance you can
when they go through Borden'S
apartment tonight. may be along
myself. OF course you know you're
not to leave town until this thing
is cleared up?"
'YeS, sir" the valet admitted
grayely, as he sided diffidently to-
ward the door
"ATELL!" McMann drew deep
w breath and flashed humor-
GUS glance at Ruth Lester. There
are enough women in this case to
make up ziegfeld chorus 1t
shouldn't be hard to get a lie on
a woman with a voice like you and
Ashe describe. I believe the poor
old duffer fell in love with her
voice. I thought he was going to
bust into poetry. You say she
called Borden at 10 o'clock Satur-
day morning2"
eyes. Just before he came in.
When he asked if there were any
calls, I said that the woman with
the beautiful contralto voice had
called and he said something that
I've just remembered: That voice
may sound beautiful to you, but I'd
rather listen to a riveting machine
and he shuddered, as if the thought
of her frightened or disguised
him"
She was interrupted by the sound
of a scuffle in the outer office. and
of a body hurting itself against the
communicating door. A moment
later the door was torn open and
Benny Smith, a Office boy, fighting
of the restraining hands of Detec-
tive BirdwelI, plunged into the priv
ate Office.
'I wanta see Miss Lester, I tell
you'll Turn me loose, you big stiff!
I gotta see Miss Lester-oh, gosh.
Ruth! Gee!" the boy cried weakly,
as Ruth ran toward him. He put
out his hands blindly as if he were
going to faint
Ito Be Cofltinued)
What does Benny Sa5e to say?
Something about Ruth's gup, In