The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-02-08
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/ do. and I knew it was all so hope
less, that Mr.. Borden wouldn't see
him or make any restitution"
McMann, who had been jotting
down her description of the de-
frauded old man, scowled and then
told her to go on with her story.
Before writing the letters I went
to the bank and to the station to
get Mr. Borden's tickets for Win
ter Haven. After I returned and
gave the money and tickets to Mr..
Borden, Benny told me that Mrs.
Borden had called on the phone to
say she was coming in. She and
Mr.. Borden were not living to-
gether."
Il know. Legal separation, with
court allowance for her and the
children. About five years ago.
McMann interpolated. What did
she come to see him for?"
ITO get her separation allow
ance," Ruth answered reluctantly.
Mr.. Borden had been ordered by
the court TO pay her each month on
the fifteenth, and he made her come
for it in person. Toto get news
of the children,I suppose" she add
ed, in a futile attempt to gloss over
the dead mans malicious cruelty
to his wife.
"Well? Did she Gomez" McMann
asked, busily taking notes.
Later" Ruth answered, flushing.
But before Mrs. Borden arrived Mr..
Borden had another caller-Miss
Dubois, Rita Dubois" 81
"Oh!" McMann whistled, raising
his thick eyebrows 1.-THE dancer
from the Golden Slipper, eh?'
"Yes. Mr.. Borden saw her there
two or three weeks ago and-and-
liked her."
80 the other ticket and the
drawing-room were for Rita Du-
bois!" McMann deduced trium-
phantly. Rand, get headquarters
on the line again--or say, have the
central telephone office tie up one
of these lines for headquarters
calls.
Tell the chief to have Rita Du-
bois brought here as soon as she
can be found. What's her telephone
number, Miss Lester? suppose
you know it, if she and Borden
were friendly"
IN nth reached for her desk cal
N endar and turned to the leaf
devoted to the previous Tuesday.
Its Piedmont 0400. Miss Dubois has
a private phone and I don't know
her address"
Got that Rand? All right,
Miss Lester. Did Rita and Borden
quarrel? Exactly what happened?"
Jack Hayward sat down upon the
edge of Ruth's desk and laid one OF
his hands upon her two clenched,
icy little fists.
She looked at him gratefully, her
eyes trimming with love, before she
went on: mo, they didn't quarrel.
They-seemed very happy, I could
hear them laughing, although the
door was closed, while they were
in-there," and Ruth jerked her
head toward the private Office which
was temporary morgue for the
man. who had laughed and loved on
Saturday.
Mrs. Borden came while Miss
Dubois was with Mr.. Borden and
1 told her he waS-in conference,
and she made an appointment to
come back between half past one
and two. Mr.. Borden hald told me
he would be in his Office until about
two, since his train would not leave
until 2:15 and he planned to lunch
on the diner"
"With Rita Dubois?" McMann
shot at her.
"He did not tell me who was to
90 with him." Ruth answered truth
fully.
And Miss Dubois did not take
me into her confidence either. I do
know, however, that he planned to
take-a woman, for he had me wire
for reservations at the Winter Ha-
ven hotel, in the name of MIR. and
Mrs. H. P. Benton. The drawing
room reservation was made in that
name also"
"All right" McMann made note.
what next? When did Rita leave?"
Shortly after Mrs. BorSen-about
five minutes" Ruth answered.
McMann's constant interruptions
and questions had shunted her of
the subjects of Mrs. Borden, but she
was not sorry that there was no
onrortunitv now to tell him of the