The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-30

pralSlng eyes, IL seemed a crime
that she should go back to Mari
eta. o. A pippin like this in the
sticks! 1t was, though Bonnie
didn't phrase it that way, an af-
front against nature.
"All about? I don't know May
be your father took a trip to New
York or perhaps Thomas SAWYER
had business interests in Marietta. "
Although she was supposed not
to know what he was driving at
Cynthia felt herself blush angrily
at his implication.
She hid the color by pretending
to refasten her slipper. The move
ment brought into notice unsus-
pecting graces of her figure. Ben
MES eyes grew avid.
Listen, Brown, ditch this mar
rietta stunt"
Dreaming of another million
somewhere?" she Knocked.
An idea, vague and half-formed
as all Bennie's ideas must always
be, flicked across his mental vision.
THAT amt half as crazy as you
think it u.s." he said. you and me
together"
Her eyes derided him. Somehow
this merely increased his ardor.
IF could show you the way to a
lotta jack"
Now her mouth was derisive, too
Her glance seemed to take in his
too-collegiate apparel, his too care
fully slicked hair. In all his life
Bonnie never had been so conscious
of his futility as now.
81 suppose the money is right in
your pocket" laughed Cynthia.
Bonnie fought for that Self-pos-
session which marks a wise guy.
You don't suppose Rockefeller
puts a rubber band around his roll
and sticks itNin his pants pocket,
do you? I'm telli''- you-and you
needn't give me that upstage look
that you and me could team to-
gether and grab ourselves a chunk
of change that would keep us the
rest of our lives"
y Il
CHE shook her head slowly. Sup
~ pose you come out of the ether?
Say"-and her voice took on cer-
tain irritation that seemed required
by the role she wss enacting-"I'm
getting tired of this ring
rosie. When see a crossword puz-
zle I throw my pencils away. This
ask-me-another game never keeps
me up nights. Come out from be-
hind the tree"
She wondered what Dean would
think if he could overhear her now.
Bonnie appraised her now not as
a woman, but as possible partner
His cunning eyes seemed to find
her satisfactory. He ground his
cigaret on the window sill, then
turned eargerly toward her.
Here's the scenario. I'm in the
Ritz while ago. Out from the
dining-room comes million dollars,
mink coat and all the rest of it. 1
get her eye, and It's you"
/. still cobwebby, eh?" jeered Gym
thia.
Bonnie gestured impatiently.
Don't butt in; lemme finish. For
minute 1 can't believe what I'm
seeing. God knows you're as swell
a locker as zogbaum ever picked,
but you looked kind of fiat in the
back of the head to me.
I never figured you as the kind
that would grab herself a Park ave-
nue. fiat and the middle-aged broker
that goes with it. But here YOU
were"-again he held up a protest
ing hand as though to fend off
further denial frc~ her-"and I'd
have bet million that you recog-
nized me.
We'll, braced you-mind, I'm still
thinking it's you, and maybe 1
wasn't sore at the way you threw
me down. Too good for your old
friends I doped it.
Then a big guy greetS you and
calls you Eleanor, and in a min
ute I'm hep that you're Mrs. Dean
Carey. The house dick tells me who
tAlC R1S guy 4Ss WCA1, III N4lD9 44hC
4 in the morning. I'm telling you
that you and Mrs. Carey don't look
alike-youre the same person. It's
enough to make a man goofy."
He drew long breath, lighted
another cigaret and inhaled deeply.
The smoke seemed to soothe his
excitability. Cynthia made no
comment; she knew that exactly
the right degree of cool amuseraent
showed in her eyes.
y
Well Bonnie continued. "by the
time I reached Sixth avenue I be-
gan to wonder, and the more 1 won
der the more it looks to me that
there's something funny about it
all.
IF this Carey dame just leekeG
like you. it wouldn't be anything to