The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-14
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force Harry Borden to recognize and
support as his illegitimate child"
"Stop!" Martha Manning half
rose from her chair, leaned toward
the detective with clenched, trem-
bling hand, as if she were going to
strike him. Harry Borden did not
deny that he was the father Of my
son! He knew--oh, my God, how
well he knew" and she sank back
into her chair and pressed her
knuekles to her mouth to stife the
sobs that we're shaking her whole,
frail body.
McMann was apparently I'M
moved. He went on relentleSsly
"You loved this man, you bore him
a son, you lived with him for years,
and yet for months before his death
he would not even speak to you on
the telephone. He left orders with
his secretary and with his, man
servant that if the woman with the
contralto voice called, Mr. Henry P.
Borden was not in How do you
account for this, Miss Manning?"
The woman raised her head, and
with tight-clasped hands, fought a
moment for self-control. 81 asked
something of Mr.. Borden which he
would motor could not-do. l.
demanded that he marry me, so
that our son might bear his fathers
name"
What do you mean-could not!"
McMann caught her up.
He told me that Mrs. Borden
would not give him a divorce. She
knew-about my baby, and was Ge-
ternined that her own children
should never know of their fathers
sin. When 7 insisted, Harry-Mr.
Borden-left me"
Because he had fallen in love
with Cleo Gilman. Isn't that more
like it?" McMann interrupted.
The woman shrank against her
chair, but only her great, tormented
brown eyes answered, with such
pitifuI appeal that Ruth's own eyes
stung with sudden tears.
"And so" McMann went on, "you
followed him about, telephoned- him
here at his office and at his home,
wrote him letters which he did not
answer, made all excuse to enter
another office in this building SO
that you could observe your in
tended victim, then, by lucky
chance, discovered how you could
use that other Office as the scene of
your crime"
mo, mol" Martha Manning
screamed, springing to her feet, her
eyes blazing, but her face aslen,
except for those CHASTITY spots of
rouge. you're. cowardly, despic-
able! You know you have no foun-
dalton for a charge like that"
IT haven't made any charge
yet" McMann reminded her grirnly,
as he, too, rose and pushed back his
chair "Come here, Miss Manning!"
and the detective seized one of the
woman's wrists and drew her by
force to the window looking out
upon the airshaft. 'Look!" and he
pointed to the opposite window.
Whose Office is that?"
TINE woman snatched her i'm
L prisoned hand from the detec-
tive's hold and rubbed her redeemed
wrist. 81 don't know! How should
70"
Then let me remind you," Nc
Mann retorted. THAT is the pri-
vate Office OF Mr.. John G. Hay
ward, insurance broker, the very
qreeable and handsome young man
you consulted, not so long ago, on
the subject of a policy in favor of
your son. DO you remember
now?"
Martha Manning seemed sud-
denly to get control of her tortured
nerves. Almost calmly, though Ruth
thought she moved hastily over the
spot where Borden's life blood had
ebbed away, the woman walked
across the room and took her seat
again. 1t was not until the detec-
tive also was seated that she an
swered his question:
ST did consult Mr.. Hayward about
insurance, but that is not usually
considered a criminal offense, Mr..
Mann
And how did you happen 80 pick
out that particular insurance
broker?" McMann asked carcastical-
w. "Is he famous in his field?"