The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-11
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CHAPTER XXXIV-(Contin
Then maybe she induced Borden,
by threats Of some sort, to grant her
an appointment, told him she was in
the building and would be right up,
then armed herself with your gun,
went to his Office, was admitted be-
cause he was expecting her, found
he was armed too, and shot him
just as he was about to shoot her,
Borden's bullet going Without of
the window. How's that?" Ruth
concluded triurnphantly.
"FIiTk.," Jack smiled mirthlessly,
except for one Or two minor de-
tails. Why should she take the gun
with which he had tried to kill her?
Why close the Window"
But Rita Dubois insists that the
window wassstill open when she was
there between two-ten and two
thirty" Ruth pointed out.
"And Ritz also insists that Bor-
den was alive" Jack reminded her.
"If Rita is telling the truth, our
whole case against poor Martha
Manning topples, unless we con-
clude that Borden told Miss Man
ming not to come until half-past
two or even later-realizing, as he
did, that she had already made him
miss his train, and that he would
have to deal with Rita, between
train time-2:15-and 2:30.
But if that's the case, where was
Martha Manning after she conclud-
ed her telephone quarrel with Bor-
den at 2:10, and until half-past
So far as I know, no one has told
of seeing a stranger on the seventh
floor all afternoon, and neither Otto
Pfuger nor Micky Moran said any,
thing about bringing such a woman
to the seventh floor"
y
CHE could have walked up, of
- course-part of the way, at
least" Ruth offered tentatively.
"But-Letty went into your offices
for the second time to clean them
at half-past two. I'm sure she would
have told Mr.. McMann if she had
seen any one coming out of your
Office or in the corridor.
But, Jack, there's no getting
around it; some woman, Martha
Manning, or some other woman, was
in Gorden's offices Saturday-be-
sides Rita, Mrs. Borden, Minnie and
myself, I mean, for, as McMann
puts it, she left her calling card on
the glass panel in the door between
the private Office and the outer Of
f1ce-three clear fngerprints.
THE only fingerprints on the
glass panel, which the window
washer had cleaned late Friday
afternoon. Maybe she had a key to
Mr.. Borden's office-but no, that's
impossible, for Mr.. Borden had the
lock changed after I started to work
for him only four months ago, and
all that time he has refused even
to talk over the phone with the
woman of the contralto voice.
"Ohm she sighed suddenly, and
slumped in a pathetic little heap.
I'm so CHASTITY tired I can't
think
You're going to bed, darling"
Jack commanded, contrition and
compassion in his voice and eyes.
81 could do with a little sleep my
self, and it's shame to keep my
poor shadow standing out there in
the cold so long. He'll be all the
better for taking his dog for a
walk on the leash. You're going to
the scene of the crime tomorrow
morning, I suppose?"
"Me?" Ruth laughed shakily.
why, I'm going to take charge of
the investigation! -after I've done
one errand-with my own Shadow
trailing me. No, I won't tell
you what 1 intend to do. Go along.
I want to-pray, and then to sleep.
Good night, my darling. love
YOU"