The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-05

4 Minnie uGQSSQ. Will oO lew
comm and goin' on Sat'dy after
noon, why shouldn't notice her?
And I don't believe for a minute
that the poor lady would shoot the
father of her two little children
was Mrs. Borden crying?" Min
nie?" McMann suddenly inter-
rupted. Il must have the truth
well, cryin' she was then,' Min
| ME admitted belligerently. And
why shouldn't she be? Separated
from her husband and still lovin
him, like the papers say. Not takin
on, jist dabbin' at her eyes with her
handkerchief, then pressin' it hard
against her mouth"
Cold logic, however, prevented
Ruth from taking any joy in this
confrmatioR Of her theory that the
interview between Harry Borden
and his wife had not gone sc
smoothly, so amicably as the widow
had testified.
If Mrs. Borden had shot her hus-
band between twenty minutes of two
and ten minutes of two, how could
Bill Cowan have heard Harry Bor-
den'S voice believing in rage at ten
minutes past two, when he-Cowan
had called Jack Hayward's tele-
phone number and been cut in on a
busy line?
Unless, of course, Cowan had
been mistaken as to the voice. !.
But he had been positive that
Borden had referred to himself by
name--"Who are you to tell Harry
z den what he can dol"
But what if Mrs. Borden had re-
turned?. =. Was it not wholly pos
Sible that the discarded wife, sub
mitted at that interview to God
only knew what further humiliation
at the hands of her husband, had
brooded upon her wrongs, remem-
bered the pistol in the bottom
drawer of the secretary's desk, and
returned to kill him, walking up the
stairs so that her second visit should
be unknown to the elevator
operator?
a PPARENTLY Detective Ser
"a geant McNTann's logical brain
had reached the same conclusion
for he strobe to the door and oil
rected Birdwell, in the outer Office
to send for Mrs. Borden, who was
being detained down the hall by De-
tective Covey.
While awaiting the arrival Of the
newly made widow, the sergeant
resumed his questioning of Minnie
Cassidy.
"Now think hard, Minnie" he di-
rected, with brusque kindness. Did
you see any one else at all enter
or leave these offices on Saturday
afternoon?"
do We think I had nuthin' to dc
but to watch Mr. Borden's offices
Tommy McMann?" Minnie de-
manded Indignantly. Il had me
work to do"
Answer the question, please.
Minnie" McMann interrupted i'm
patiently.
Haven't I answered it?" Minnie
was curiously truculent.
did you see the dancer whose
picture IS in the papers, too?" Nc
Mann tried a new method. Rita
Dubois, her name is. Shes admit
ted she was here, so you needn't be
afraid of getting her into trouble,
he added, with somewhat weary Sar-
casm.
The scrubwoman's reluctance to
give any information which would
incriminate another was undoubt-
edly wearing his patience thin.
'sThat 1 didn't" Minnie retorteo
emphatically. when I finished Mr.
Feldblum's offices I went arouno
into the other wing of the build
ing, and was busy there until about
half past 2, then I went to the sup
ply room again, to rest mesef bit
though We needn't be tellin Mr
Cobhlan I said that. He thinks US
girls is wheel-horses-"
81 shan't tell on you, Minnie,
McMann chuckled. ooh, all right
BirdWell. Show Mrs. Borden in
Sorry to bother you again
Mrs. Borden" he apologizec
brusquely, as the pale-faced widow
slipped into the room, "but this
morning I neglected to ask you how
you spent the rest of Saturday aft
enoon-from the time you left YOU
husband, mean. About ten min
utes of 2 that was, I believer"
Mrs. Borden answered in a quiet
controlled voice: GAS I told you
sir, had left my children at the
Chester hotel, while I came to see
my-my husband. had left then
in the ladies parlor, in charge o.
the maid on duty there.
"She had told me she would bt
on duty until 2 o'clock, when she
would be relieved by another maid
promised to be back by 2, and
was, for she was still there, though
she left Immediately after I hac
tipped her for her services.
| Il took charge OF the children
myself then, and was with them
continuously until they went to bee
in the evening. The three of us at
tended a motion picture downtown
"a war picture that my little son
was eager to see"
Il see,'' McMann commented non
commitally. Then, in rapid sue
cession, he fired half dozen ques-