The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-04
JUNE A, 1890
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"Oh, it's Speaks again, eh?" The
detective smiled.
Mary Della nodded. Eyes, that's
right. But now they've gone and
goodness knows where to-"
You don't know where this
Speaks fellow likes to rest his carp"
the detective asked.
"Oh, it might be anywhere. He
knows every road around here.
Sayl" She was looking at Robert,
but the detective knew she was talk
ing to him. DO you mind taking
a chance? We may be throwing an
hour away. but, well, there's a
chance"
81 got ali night. grille" the de-
tective said lightly. Get in and
let's so. But you're running after
the wrong man."
Robert slipped out quickly and
assisted Mary Della into the car.
The engine reared, the gears ratified,
and they were speeding east again.
This r1ght?" the c. E. inquired
twisting about to look at Mary
Della.
Straight out East Main street,
Mary Della directed sharply
straight out East Main street and
on out the Cheshire road to-"
My world" George exclaimed
"Are we going back to pick up the
trail at the scene of the murder?'
Its a gamble, George" Mary
Della told him, trying to control
her voice. They may be anywhere
but i'll wish you wouldn't make
me go into details. You see. he
wanted to park with me here one
night, and there's just one little
tiny chance that"
Certainly" Robert declared SYM
pathetically. Don't explain any,
thing you don't want to, Mary Della
We're taking a chance and it isn't
costing any of us anything but time,
which has no value right now.
Don't talk so much, George" he
added loud enough for the hint to
reach the ears of the two men in
the front seat.
1T isn't that I don't want to tell
you what I'm thinking about" Mary
Della said to Robert. But it may
be all mistake and you see what
a horrible mess it would put me in
if I had told you in so many words
what I'd thought.
"Of course 1 do" Robert agreed
'You keep it to yourself, darling,
he whispered. We'll do whatever
you say
MARY DELLA slipped her hand
V1 out and laid it in Roberts
Then she put her lips close to his
ear. "She wouldn't mind Tiff she
knew that this might be our last
hour together, would she, Bob. =. ?"
"She. 2" Robert frowned
"Who, sweetheart. What last
hour together?. -" He was deeply
and honestly perplexed. And then
it dawned upon him what she was
thinking. why, Mary Della, don't
you know
Mary Della placed a finger on his
lips. Don't explain. Bob" she whis-
pered. 81 understand. I saw it in
the paper. But I didn't think you
knew.
Can you imagine thatl She
wasn't that sort, darling. Marjorie
is a fine girl. But she dodn't love
me, and her mother insisted on her
marrying me, for some strange rea-
son. She wrote me what she
planned to do, and why"
I'm sorry. Bob. guessed toC
quick. She had to be nice girl i
you-if you-liked her"
Robert squeezed her nand tender
ly. by the way" he asked, dom
YOU know about whom was talking
when said George was to be bes
man at the wedding?"
s'Why-no. You we're telling me
when we went in the police station
that you had to announce the en-
eagement. Who is she. Bob?"
II say, there" George interrupt
ed. Don't you two know it ism
nice to whisper in public? TurI
around here, Mary Della. and tall
to Yale's handsomeSt brunei"
by heavens, George" Rober
laughed; you've a gift for etiquet
but it'll get you shot some day i
You don't watch yourself. I wa
Just asking Mary Della a riddle"
=
cts this your road up ahead. Mis-:
i Chubb?" The G. E.'s voice
brought Mary Della to her senses
She stared into the darkness TO the
left of the highway q short dis
lance before them.
Yes" she said simply. "Anc
there's car parked on it. Now
listen" -. she moved to the edge
of the cushion and addressed tn.
detective: ~We1l just drive by slow
u and see Il We can make out whol