The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-11-19

somely. Il just wondered an
and Penn why L"
IL only call Mr.. Sanderson
Bill when I forgetY the
small creature defended her.
self sharply. Goodness knows
1 try to be an efficient private
secretaryl And l could be a
lot more efficient if lazy
strangers didn't plump them
selves down in our best Wis
itors' chair, and try to fiirt
with me. I don't flirt! Do
you hear?-I don't f1irt with
anybody"
"Flirt with you, you funny little
Penny2" Dundee's voice was a little
sad, the voice of man who finds
himself grievously misunderstood.
Il only want you to like me, if you
can, and be little nice to me, for
after all T."
"Oh, know!" Penny Grain jerked
the finished letter from her type
writer and spun about on her chair
to face him. 81 know you are Mr..
James F. Dundee, special inveStiga-
tor attached to the Office Of the
district attorney and that you
have a right to drive me crazy If
you want TO-"
"Crazy?" Dundee was genuinely
amazed, contrite. II beg your par
don most humbly, Miss Grain. I'll
60 back to my cell"
Your Office is almost as big and
nice as this one" Penny retorted,
but her sharp, bright brown eyes
really almost the color Of a new
penny-softened until they took on
a velvety depth.
r.
DUNDEE did not fail to notice
- the Softening nor did the
little heart shaped face, with its low
widow's-peak, its straight, short
nose, and its pointed little chin, fail
to please him any more acutely than
on the other days Of the one short
week he had been privileged at in
tervals to gaze upon it.
"But the files are in this Office
aud-other things" he told her, his
eyes twinkling happily once more.
Don't you dare touch my files
again!' Penny cried, springing to
her feet and almost running toward
the wall which was completely con-
cealed by drawers, cabinets and
shelves, filled with the records of
which she was the proud custodian.
That's why I said just now that
you were driving me crazy.
Thursday you took whole folder
of correspondence out Of the letter
files and put it back under the
wrong initial. I had to hunt for
it for two hours, with Bill mean,
Mr.. Sanderson-gnawing his nails
with Impotence. He thought I had
filed it wrong, and you might have
made me lose my job"
Unconsciously her slightly husky
contralto voice had sunk lower and
trembled audibly.
I'm awfully sorry. Shan't
touch your files again, Miss Grain"
"Oh-go on and call me Penny"
she conceded impatiently. What
do you want now? And you
can get anything you need out Of
the files If you'll just put the folder
in the bottom drawer of my desk,
so that I can file it mySelf-cor-
rectlyP
Thank you, Penny" Bonnie Dun
dee said gravsly. I'D like awfully
to have the complete transcript CT
The State versus Magnify. Mr..
Sanderson is dete. mined to get a
conviction where our former dis
trict attorney most ingloriously
failed. The new trial comes up
in two weeks, and he wants me to
try to uncover missing link OF
evidence"
Il know she nodded, and
stretched her short, slender body to
pull down the two heavy volumes
he required.
without a by-your-leave, Special
Investigator Dundee resumed MS
comfortable seat, and laid the first
Of the volumes open upon his knees.
Bput he did not seem to take a
great deal of interest in the i'm
paneling Of jurors in the case Of
one Rufus Magnify, who had won
the temporary triumph of hung
Jury" under the handling of the
states case by the depoSed district
attorney, Gherwood.
ID ATHER. his eyes followed the
N small. brisk figure of Miss
Penelope Grain as it moved about
the room. and his ears listened to
the tapping Of her French heels.
French heels! Hadn't she been
wearing sensible, Cuban-heeled OK
fords al other days Of this first
week Of his attachment" to the
district attorneys ONCE?
Cunning little thing, for all her
thorniness and her sharpness with
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