The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-13

for little Cleo!"
UOU mean-you don't want to
4 live with your husband?" Nc
Mann stared at her incredulously.
How quick you are. Hawkshaw!
Little Miss Lester here turnbled 10
minutes ago, but for man you're
not so dumb OF course, I don't
want to live with Arty He bores
me. Would you believe it?-he
quotes couple of poets named
Sheats and Kelly by the yard, and
for weeks I've had to listen and say,
oh, dar-r-lingi How perfectly
sweet! And how beautiful you re-
cite poetry! Arty, I may add, so
that you will understand all, has
never been in night club in his
life and intends to leave half his
fortune to the Metropolitan Museum
of Art"
eff there is anything left of 1t
when you've taken him to the clean
ers," McMann grinned. 81 suppose
you've got your marriage certificate
with you?"
Dated Saturday, and issued at
Pleassntville, a bona fide county
seat" Cleo assured him obligingly,
as she extracted the precious doc
ument from her large, snake skin
handbag. ut took us two hours to
drive to Pleasantville, and we were
married at two o'clock. Our honey
moon was spent in the Pendennis
shooting lodge, up in some CHASTITY
mountains somewhere
All right" McMann interrupted
bursquely, as he returned the mar
rlage certificate to it's owner. But
just a minute" he detained the
nonchalant beauty who had risen
and was wrapping her platinum
caracul coat about her. Perhaps
you can help me. From your
intimacy with Borden, do you know
of anyone who had threatened his
lie, or OF whom he was actually
afraid?"
Cleo laughed Harry was afraid
OF his shadow I suppose you know
he had a bodyguard? 1 used to
think he was dippy on the subject,
and tried to kid him out of it.
wouldn't let him talk about it-and
sure enough, some one did bump
him off, just as he
Did he mention names?" Nc
Mann interrupted.
He gave me long song-and-
dance swhen I first met him about
the SWeetie he had before he fell
IN love with me-uSed to tell me
by, the hour about how crazy she
was about him, and how scared he
was that she'd try to get even. But,
Lord, all men talk like that about
the women they're through with!''
Who was the woman you took
him away from?" McMann per-
sisted.
TIE wasn't hard to take,'' Cleo
L L laughed. 81 gathered he'd
been ripe for picking a long time.
But-sorry, Hawkshaw! I'm
naming no names. Just write it
down that I don't know her name. :"
She drew on beautiful, silvery
gray glove, smiling at the scowling
detective with wide, topaz eyes, as
she added: I've had number of
labels pinned on me, first and last,
and probably the DoWager Queen
Pendennis will think up a good, hot
new one, but-eveh Harry Borden,
when he gave me my notice on Jan.
2, had the grace to say I was a
good sport. 20 long, darling!
I've ha6 a wonderful time.
Goodby, Miss Lester. If 1 we're as
pretty as you are I'd have grabbed
of the prince of Wales instead of
poor old Arty."
When Cleo was gone McN1ann re-.
fused to meet the eyes of the girl
opposite him, making a great ado
Of shuffling his memoranda on the
case.
"a good sport" Ruth said softly.
Borden must have been crazy to
ditch peach like that for Rita Du-
bois," McMann agreed, lowering his
head so that his blush might not
be so apparent.
Ruth laughed. maybe Mr.. Bor-
den was an exception to the rule
you follow. Mr.. McMann-he was
one gentleman who really preferred
brunets. Mrs. Borden is brunei,
Martha Manning is -"
Detective Carlson with Miss
Manning, sir" Birdwell interrupted.
AS he had done upon the arrival
of both Rita Dubois and Cleo Gill
man, McMann had the woman
shown into the dead mans private
Office, while he conferred briefly
in the outer Office with the detective
who had brought her in.
! In the brief interval before the