The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-12-01
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| pocket and then another, finding
nothing except a handkerchief OF
fine embroidered linen and pair
Of brown suede gauntlet gloves.
"Wil you let me have the note,
please, Mrs. Miles? The note Mia
received during her luncheon party,
and which she thrust, before your
eyes into pocket Of this coat?.
1t is in your handbag, I am sure
since you have had no opportunity,
unobserved to destroy it."
What CHASTITY nonsense Is this,
Dundee?" Tracey Miles demanded
furiously.
But Dundee again ignored him
His implacable eyes held Flora
Miles until the woman broke sud-
denly, piteously. She fumbled in
the raf1a bag which had been hang
ing from her arm.
Good God, Floral What does it
all mean?" Tracey Miles collapsed
like pricked pink balloon, became
almost as wrinkled and absurd, as
he saw the corner Of a blue-gray
envelope slowly emerging from his
wife's hand bag. That's my sta
tionery-one of my business en-
velopes-"
Flora Miles dropped the bag,
which she need no longer watch
and clutch with terror, as she dug
her thin fingers into her husbands
shoulders and looked down at his
puzzled face, for she was a little
taller than he.
Forgive me, darlingl Oh, I knew
God would epunish me for being
jealousl I thought you were writ
ing love letters to-tc that woman
Dundee did not miss the Slight
est significance Of that scene as he
retrieved the hand bag and drew
out the blue gray envelope. 1t was
inscribed, in a curious handwrit-
ing: Mrs. Selim, Private Dining
Room, Breakaway Inn"
Ct ET's see, boy" Strawn said,
IL with respect in his harsh
voice.
Dundee Withdrew the single sheet
of business stationery, and oblig-
ingly held it so that the chief of
detectives could read it also.
"Nita, my sweet" the note be-
gan, without date line, Forgive
your bad boy for last nights row,
but I must warn you again to
watch your step. You've already
gone too far. OF course I love you
and understand, but Be good,
Baby, and you won't be sorry"
The note was signed 'Dexy."
Dundee tapped the note for long
minute, while Tracey Miles con-
tinued to console his wife. A. new
avenue, he neutrality-suspicious. long,
long avenue. go.
Mrs. Miles," he began abruptly
and the tear-streaked face turned
toward him. you say you thought
this letter to Mrs. Selim had been
written by your husband?"
yes" she gasped. I'm jealous
natured. I admit it, and when I
saw one of our OWL mean, one
of Tracey's business envelopes"
"You made up your mind to steal
it and read it?"
Eyes, 1 did. A wife has a right
to know what her husbands doing,
if it's anything-like that" Her
haggard black eyes again implored
her husband for forgiveness, before
she went on: Il did slip into Nita's
room, and go into her closet to see
if she had left the letter in her
coat pocket.
Il closed the door on myself
thinking I could find the light cord,
but it was caught in one of the
dresses or something, and it took
me long time to find 1t in the dark
Of the closet, but I did find it at
last, and was just reading the
note"
You read it, even after you saw
that the handwriting on the en-
velOpe wasn't your husband q"
Dundee queried in assumed amaze
ment
Flora's thin body sagged. IT
thought maybe Tracey had dis
guised his handwriting. So L
read it, and saw it was from Dex-
ter"
MIR. Miles, do you know how
some of your business stationery
got into Sprague's hands?"
He had plenty Of opportunity to
fitch stationery or almost anything
he wants, hanging around my Of
flee, as he doeS-an idler-'
But Dundee was in hurry. He
wheeled from the garrulity of the
husband to the tense terror of the
wife.
Mrs. Miles, I want you to tell
ME exactly what you know, unless
you prefer to consult a lawyer
first"
Sir, if you are insinuating that
my wife"
"Oh. let me tell him, Tracey