The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-05
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Con
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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX Con
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Mary Della gazed off into the
night. She had, she reflected, been
unfair to Joe Speaks, but she was
honestly grateful to know that her
most recent suspicious concerning
him we're unwarranted. Now she
turned to Tirhmy Fitzmoan.
Jimmy, I don't know whether
the lieutenants balmy or what, but
this is all lot of fooliShness. Give
him your string of alibis and let's
go home"
Fitmoan's expression softened.
His shoulders sagged. His head fell
forward until his chin rested on
his shirt-front.
We've been checking his where
abouts pretty closely" said the de-
tective, land he knows he's hemmed
in on all sides"
Tell him it's lie, Jimmy" Mary
Della pleaded. ut is a lie, isn't it?"
Jimmy Fitzmoan mumbled some
thing under his breath.
"She didn't hear YOU" suggested
the C. E., though I did. Shall I
tell her what you Said?"
Jimmy looked up sharply at the
4 G. E. and the scowl was there
again. Then he shifted his gaze to
Mary Della. 81 said I'm sorry, Mary
Della"
Jimmy. J"
"I read a story called The Plas-
ter Face he went around holding
people up for the fun of it.
Never hurt anybody if he could
keep from it. The first time 1
Just stuck my head in and laughed.
I hit the fellow on the Middle
bury road because he got tough.
=. And the girl on the Brookside
road he lied about it. She said
I tried to kill her. She didn't ex-
plain that the fellow with her ran
of when popped in and she
grabbed my necktie and started
screaming. :. just hit her hard
enough to shut her up so / could
clear out.
Mary Della heard Jimmy Fitz-
means voice flowing on and on, a
sickening monotone. She kept re-
peating to herself: Its a lie! A
liel He's crazy. Why don't they
shut him up Liesl
Some one said something about
the p0liceman's ball
THE Plaster Face did something
like that Blew up the power
plant or something went walk
ing over town sticking his masked
face into lighted doors 1
turned the lights out and put on a
little red mask The f1ashlight
did the rest Then slid down
a strip of bunting they'd dropped
from the balcony to the floor . .
I didn't turn the lights back on. The
COPS did that :"
Mary Della jumped to her feet.
Don't you see that Timmy's lost
his mind? All this is impossible.
It's the silliest thing I eer heard
Of"
Jimmy shok his head. mo, it's
not. Mary Della. It's the truth.
They've got the goods on me and 1
might as we'll face it It's
mighty nice of you not to want to
believe it, and I'm sure sorry about
Saturday night mean about
sneaking into your house
1t was as If he had struck Mary
Della in the face. She drew back
quickly. How'd you know about
that. Jimmy? Did Miriam"
Miriam shook her head positively.
"I didn't tell him. or anybody else.
honey"
1T was me. Mary Della" Jimmy
insisted. II can tell you everything
that happened"
"Oh, my lord!" walled Mary Della.
They're trying to prove that white
is black. He was pretty near
twice your weight, Jimmy, and his
FACET was dead white, and full,
"Hellol" called voice from the
darkness. do 1 get into this party
or notl" 1t was George MacKray.
approaching from the direction OF
Timmy'S car.
q
GEORGE had his hands full, his
" arms, in fact. Over one arm
was an overeoat. One hand held a
derby and a piece of iron pipe. The
other was hugging curious object
that at first glance looked like a
white bowl of irregular shape.
What's this?" the detective de-
manded.
Its the junk I was TO search the
car for, isn't it? Or did you drop
me off back there for exercise?'
But what is it?" Robert asked
Better let me answer that" re-
Piled Tsmmy Fitzmoan. Can I slip
on the coat. lieutenant?"
The detective nodded. Fitzmoan
slipped out OF the overcoat he was
wearing and got into the coat
George MacKray held for him