The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-02
strawn contented himself with say.

! StraWn cOntented himself with say
( ing:
Reminding me that you're the
police commissioner nephew, and
therefore a privileged character, Ell?
All right Have a good time with
your society friends"
81 shant be entirely idle" Dun
dee assured him Cheerfully. I'll ask
Mrs. Lambert to lend me her type
writer. and transcribe this bunch of
notes I've taken. BY the way,
chief. since you're satisfied that
Johnson solves everything, there
won't be any need of airing the
Berkeley family troubles in the
newspapers, I SUPPOSE"
"No-and you can bet that takes
a load off my mind Strawn grunt-
ed. Lucky for me I soft-pedaled
the whole thing when the reporters
mobbed me a couple of hours agol
These multimillionaires and so
ciety sWellS- Well. I'm so CRATE
full to Johnson for being the guy
that croaked the girl instead Of
Clorinda or Dick Berkeley that I'd
almost be willing to ask the grand
jury to return a vote of thanks
instead of an Indictment So
long. boy! You know where to
reach me if anything turns up.
though it won't. I'm taking all the
boys back with me. Well need EN-
all for tracking down that crook"
Five minutes after his chiefs de-
parture Dundee, who was still
frowning over his shorthand notes,
was interrupted by gay tattoo
upon the library door.
He chuckled, then called con-
hdently: Come in. Gigi!"
She flung herself into the room
and upon the arm of his chair,
rumpling his crisp black hair &c
statically. How did you know it
was me? Isn't it swell? Isn't
it a gr-rand and glorious feelin',
when you've been saying Eenie,
meenie. mimic, moe to find out
which of your beloved family or
friends committed murder, to have it
turn ont to be a common old bur-
glar after alp"
"CWELL!" Dundee agreed. and
- retaliated by rumpling her own
short. brown curls. But how did
the Genie, meenie. mine, moe come
out?"
Wicket once and me twice!' she
laughed. 4 just was going to give
myself up when Johnson was elect
ed. OF course, Abbie is having a
grand time throwing Mysteries over
her polls and moaning that Doris
was a heroine after all. And she
was, too, wasn't she?" she added
wiStfully.
Il think she was" Dundee re-
piled Soberly.
I'm afraid the rest of your week
end is going to be awfully dull
Gigi mourned How about tennis
after lunch? Oh. yes! I meant TO
tell you first of all that Abbie abSo-
lutely insists on your staying. You're
her dear Mr.. Dundee again. She
thinks you're awfully clever and
such a gentleman"
Il want to stay. but I've got a
couple Of hours work to do after
lunch. honey-child," he answered
regretfully. Got to transcribe my
notes. you know
Better tear EN- up" Gig1 ad-
vised. and to his amazement she
was in deadly earnest for the mo-
ment.
Before he could think OF a reply,
however. another knock at the door
interrupted.
YES. Wickett?"
Mr.. John Maxwell. sir"
SHOW him in. Wicket. darling"
Gigi ordered. And I'm going to
stay. my bonnie ladi" she added en-
phsticallv to Dundee. "Oh, hello,
Johnny MAXWELL Whoopsl How
you've grown!"
The tall, broad-shouldered young
man swung Gigi off her feet and
kissed her soundly. to her evident
relish.
Brat" ne apostrophized her.
you're wowl Cuter'n a Scotch
terrier!"
Go on Say it! If you weren't
already wild over Clio, you'd give
me whirli Lord, III be glad when
that sister of mine gets married, so
can have q chance. 'ScuSe 1t.
please! This is Bonnie Dundee.
Johnny-a detecatiffi And if the
police hadn't already picked out
their criminal. you'd be in for the
neateSt third degree"
Have you really caught the muir
derer. Mr.. Dundee?" Maxwell asked
eagerly. relief lighting up his good
looking face.