The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-17

{ was as pOlSeQ ana unemoCl0naI as
the sphinx.
He answered the questions put to
him calmly and unheSitatingly. Mr..
Greaves was puzzled and at the end
of the interview, when Brent and
Helen had gone downstairs to wait
in the library, he told Mr.. Cunning
ham that he could not give an
opinion on the matter, except to
advise thorough investigation of
Brent's story.
Mr.. Cunningham nodded in
agreement. He already had decided
that such an investigation should
be made.
Attend to it at once" he ordered,
rather peremptorily.
And in the meantime" Mr.
GreaveS said, "we must keep these
two under observation.
quite right. quite right" Mr..
Cunningham raped out impatient
Iy. ASK Miss o.. er Brent to
remain here. Either she really
does not care to do so, or she is
consummate actress"
''You mean remain as a member
of your household" the lawyer
questioned.
Eyes. We will keep her here on
probation"
mot a bad idea" the lawyer re-
turned, "if she will agree to it."
A few minutes later, when he re-
peated Mr.. Cunninghan's request to
Helen, he was not prepared to have
his doubt of her consent so en-
phatically realized.
She declined to accept Mr.. Cum
ningham's proposal, in the simple
words of sincerity.
ORIENT came over and put an arm
ID on her shoulders. Helen,
dear" he said gently, "I'm afraid
you don't realize our position. I
believe" he paused and looked at
Mr.. Greaves, that We are under
suspicion"
Mr.. Greaves barely refrained from
nodding assent.
Il never should forgive myself
if let you do anything raSh-any-
thing you might ever regret" Brent
went on, smiling tenderly down at
Helen.
"Oh, you wish me to stay?" she
cried in dismay.
yes" he said, Il do. Because
there must be an end to ruthless
ness somewhere. 1t may be your
duty to think of your grandfather.
And I do not want you to make a
hasty decision. I want you to be
sure of what you do. 1t may be only
for short time. Their investiga-
ton may not satisfy them"
81 hope it Doesn't" Helen de-
clared, the tears of defeat spring.
ing to her eyes.
Hin" Mr.. Greaves said to him.
self. Him, HIM"
Then you will stay-until you
are sure of yourself?"
'Tn stay" Helen promised; "but
as for being sure of myself, Leonard,
why can't people ever believe that
even kids have minds of their own?"
Brent smiled. And turned to Mr..
GreaveS.
When Helen'S answer was carried
to Mr.. Cunningham he did strange
thing. Thank God" he said It
has been long time since those
words had passed his lips.
Helen's first night under the roof
that she believed had sheltered her
mother was spent in tears. She felt
like a prisoner and remembered that
her mother had actually been i'm
priSoned there.
For a moment she hated her
grandfather with a white-hot ha-
tired. Then the memory CT his good
night to her came to her mind
afresh and she buried her face in
her pillow, feeling like traitor.
He had put out his hands and said
to her, in voice of infinite pathos:
My dear, I hope you are my grand
daughter, for you are very sweet,
and need you to help me forget my
mistakes. They weigh heavily upon
a man as near his Maker as I am"
Helen wished she could forget how
much her mother had suffered.
And in the days that followed
her wish slowly became at least a
partial reality. Mr.. Cunningham
was very kind to her.
Whatever doubt he still retained
about the genuineneSs of their blood
relationship was hidden from Helen
and she saw only the yearning In
his eyes to have her love.