The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-14

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get there. -. Come I'M" he
bawled.
Sergeant Turner stuck his head
in. Got him, chief. Want him in
here?"
Eyes. What's he been told?"
Captain Strawn replied.
Nothing, but that he's wanted
at headquarters for questioning"
Sergeant Turner answered.
Good Bring him in"
WITH1N two minutes the sus-
w pect was ushered into Captain
Strawn's office. Wearing correct
/ and rather expensive golf toys, the
young man presented a surprisingly
prepossessing appearance. Even his
expression-mingled surprise and
indignation-waS eminently correct.
Hello, Johnson!" Captain Strawn
GREETED him jovially. like an old
friend.
my name Is Cartwright-Hubert
D. Cartwright" the man answered
with just the right amount OF We
kemence.
v am a travelling representative
of the TruSilk Hosiery Company Of
Chicago"
Sergeant, there's a man out in
the hall named Wicket. Will you
bring him in?"
At the buffers name Cartwright'S
gOod-looking face paled. but he did
not betray himself otherwise.
Ever see this mar before Vic
KEITH" Strawn asked genially, as the
butler edged diffidently into the
room.
IF ne will kindly take of his
glasses"
Sergeant Turner cut short Cart
wright's angry protest by jerking of
the horn-rimmed Spectacles him
self.
Wicket studied the face con-
scientiously for a moment before re-
plying. Yes, sir" he said to Capt.
Strawn. Il have seen him before.
I knew him as Johnson, the man
Mrs. Lambert hired on Friday to
serve as Mr.. Crosby'S valet"
Thanks, Wicket. Sorry to have
had to yank you away from your
work like this" said the chief OF
detectives. Payne, have one Of
the boys drive Wicket back to Hill
crest. Now, JohnSon-or is it
really Cartwright?-what have you
got to say for YOURSELF"
Am I under ~arrest?" the man
asked coolly.
Arrest? Oh, no. Not yet
Strawn retorted geniaIy. you're
just here for a nice, quiet, little
chat. See here, Johnson!" he
snapped, abandoning all pretense.
We've got you cold on the bur-
glary business, and if you insist,
can put you under arrest right now;
you can stand on your rights, de-
mand a lawyer and refuse to talk.
But I'm trying to be decent tC
you. I'm going to give you a chance
to come clean on the whole rotteI.
mess you got yourself into Friday
night. I'm going to listen to your
story with an open mind, then adj
wise you honestly, as man to man.
whether 1 think you have a China
mans chance to get a minimum
sentence for second degree murder
or maybe Just manslaughter, if you
plead guilty.
Otherwise, johnson, I'm going
to book you right now for first de-
gree murder as well as grand lar
ceny."
You haven't got anything on
me, except that 1 happen to look
something like a man named John
son." the man retorted, but his
voice shook a little.
"VEAH?" Strawn grinned. Life.
Il just full of funny condolences
amt it? You happen to look some
thing like a man named Johnson,
you happen to sign the Stuarr
house register in a handwriting thai
happens to look like Johnson!
writing on his application for worl
flied Friday with the Hamilton do
nestle employment bureau; yol
happen to OWL a nayy-blue sill
bow tie with white polka dots ant
a white shirt with blue pin strip
just like ~JohnSon's; and vol
happen to have had in your pos
session about $4,000 worth of jew
elry Just like the stuff johnson
stole from the Berkeley home Fri
day night.
AS he spoke Strawn opened
drawer of his desk and pulled on
the shirt and tie; then, still grin,
ming at the white-faced young man
he opened another drawer and ex
hibited the rumpled stack of sill
stockings.
It was the last exhibit which
completely shattered the nerve o
the prisoner. He made no melo
dramatic lunge toward the chic
Of detectives; he did not curse o
snarl.
He merely collapsed so completed.
that Dundee, watching with keel
but not unkind eyes, had a momen
tary fear that the man had diet
Of a heart attack.
His eyes were closed, and cheek
and lips had, with amazing sudden
ness, taken on the grayiSh-layende.
! pallor of death.