The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-12

/ thoughts, dispelled that picture.
Mr.. Morgan hasn't been in here
since Friday morning He slept in
the gentleman's guest room Fri
day night, and had me move his
things in there Saturday morning
MAN was guiltily glad that Big
~ Pat had not arrived q moment
sooner with the three wardrobe
/ trunks. It was strangely comfort
able to know that Morgan had not
spent tragic minutes in his dress
/ ing room, recreating images Of his
wife in these dresses she had not
considered worthy to be taken on
/ her wicked adventure.
In here. Big Pat" she called to
the man. and thank you. I Won
der If there's going to be half
enough room? There seems to be
dozens of pairs of shoes, as we'll as
stacks Of hats. VIII you begin pack
/ ing the dresses, please. Estelle? Big
Pat has opened the trunks"
As the maid obeyed. Nan went
grimly about the luxurious bedroom
/ collecting every article that had
been dedicated to Iris personal use.
In the small teakwood desk she
found a mass Of correspondence
invitations. announcements from
shops, a sheaf of unpaid bills OF
which Morgan would ultimately re-
ceive duplicates with an indignant
Please remit and letters.
There was one envelope addressed
in Bert CraWford's bold. dashing
hand. and this Nan slipped into the
pocket Of the little brown velveteen
suit she was wearing. She would
burn it, unread, grateful that it was
she and not John Curtis Morgan,
who had found this probably in
eliminating bit Of evidence Of his
Wifes illicit love affair
1T was almost dinner time when
Il Nan and the maid had finished
their attempt TO Danish Iris Nor
gan's ghost from her husbands
home
81 don't believe III dress Nan
reflected with the unaccustOmed
work and the strain of suppressed,
conflicting emotions.
Then she remembered. with a
grin at her own susceptibility to
fattery. Curtis naive compliment
the night before: oh. didn't
know you were so pretty!" and de-
termined to crafty again his very
masculine eye for feminine beauty.
There was no reason at all why she
should not use a generous handful
of the violet bath salts that Iris
had so thoughtfully provided for
her guests. never dreaming that It
would be her husbands secretary
and her own successor as a house
keeper-hoWever long distance e
for that same husband, who would
eventually use them.
So Nan bathed luxuriously, even
giving her bright-brOWn short hair
q vigorous shampoo and rubbing it
dry with one of Iris eXtravagant
bath towels.
The only dinner dress she had
brought with her besides the amber
chiffon she had worn the night
before was a demurely sophisticated
little frock of sapphire transparent
velvet, with rhinestone buckles
where her hips would have been
if she had not been built like a
schoolboy. Above the rich, deep
blue her brown eyes, wide as an
excited childs. looked almost black.
but her new washed hair glinted
like f1ne-spun copper.
L do like my legs" she COM
mented to herself with pardonable
satisfaction as she paraded before
the full lnegth mirror in her closet
door. IF only these super-sheer
gun metal stockings didn't cost
three whole dollars! And SIS for
black antelope pumps! There ain't
no iustice!-Iris with her twenty