The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-12

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did not leave Jacks door on the
latch when she first went in to
clean his offices, big part of the
mystery can be cleared up, for we
shall know then that someone be-
sides Jack could have entered and
used his telephone-and his gun"
Lefty Miller would admit any
thing if she thought it would help
Hayward" McMann commented
specifically. "He must have creased
her palm with a good bit of silver,
first and last. But it won't do any
harm to ask her. Just don't bank
too much on your pretty little
theory, Miss Lester.
"Oh, BirdweIl!" he called, as he
opened the door into the outer
Office. Get hold of Carlson for me.
He's on the floor somewhere, talking
to tenants. Send him over to the
Acropolis hotel for Martha Man
ming.
That's MISUNDERSTANDING. If
she is not in, or has checked out,
tell him to get all the facts and let
me know Immediately. And
Birdwell, have headquarters send
somebody for Lefty Miller, one of
those scrubwonen I was interview
ing yesterday. They don't come on
till A O'Clock, and I don't care to wait
till then"
eyes, sir" Birdwell answered.
did you get the Miller Woman's
address, sir? You remember we
couldn't find her yesterday morn
ing. Shed moved from the room
ing-house address the superintend-
ent gave us"
ooh, damn!" McMann exploded.
ST forgot to ask her. See if Cogh-
Ian, the superintendent, cid. It's his
job to keep up with his employees
various changes of address"
eyes, sir. Just a minute, sir,,'
BirdWell interrupted his chief, as
the telephone rang. He listened for
d moment, then turned to McMann:
cts Clay, sir. He's bringing the
Gilman woman IN. He says she's
just returned to her apartment. He's
telephoning from her apartment
now"
Good! Tell Clay to make it
snappy," McMann directed. Then,
when his subordinate had concluded
the telephone conversation: "Any
line ye; on Jake Bailey, Borden's
bodyguard?"
mo, sir. I'll get hold of Carlson
now and send him after this Man
ming woman"
FIFTEEN minutes later, while De-
n tective Sergeant McNfann and
Ruth Lester we're still engaged in
reading the six passionate, despair
ing, pitiful appeals for a vanished
love which Martha Manning had
written to Harry Borden, the wom-
an who had taken that love from
her was announced:
Miss Gilman and Detective Clay,
sir"
"Show Miss Gilman in here. I'll
speak to Clay out there" McMann
directed, and moment later the
detective in charge of the inyesti-
cation and tall, magnif1cently pro-
portioned blonde woman passed
each other in the doorway.
"Hullo!" Cleo Gilman sang out
cheerily, in her slightly nasal, high
pitched voice.
AS the detective pushed on
through the door without answer
ing, except with one keen, measur-
ing glance, the blonde woman
shrugged, and addressed Ruth Les
ter, who was seated at Borden's
desk: ST always did love these
strong, silent men. Hawkshaw, the
demon detacatif, I suppose?" she
laughed, strolling with exaggerated
nonchalance to a chair near Ruth's,
and disposing her voluptuous body
in it,
eyes" Ruth smiled. cor, to be
accurate, Detective Sergeant Nc
Mann, in charge of the investiga-
ton into the murder of your late
friend
'Meow!" Cleo chided, as she took
cigaret from lovely black and
green enameled case which, Ruth
knew, had been one of Harry Bor-
denis Christmas gifts.
poor old Handsome Harry I
was always afraid he'd come to
some bad end. But what have
you done to yourself, darling? You
are the priceless pearl of a secre-
tary, aren't you? But I seem to
remember you as timid little
slavey, with horn trimmed spectacles,
Salvation Army clothes, and your
hair dragged into a knot on your
neck. ! wonder!
81 wonder. And yet I'd been
led to believe that it was the fasci-
mating Rita who had Oh, Hawk
shawl"
And Cleo rounded her seductive
lips to blow cloud of smoke toward
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