The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-10


have discussed your extraordinary
actions with your father"
You wanted to quarrel with me
last night. Please don't want to
tonight" she begged.
AN understanding isn't neces-
Sarily a quarrel" he parried.
But there may be a quarrel on
the way to understanding. Let's not
risk it."
You seem extremely anxious not
TO quarrel"
She managed to laugh. well,
that at least isn't extraordinary"
mo. But your certainty that if
We discuss matters we'll become
angry is a tri1e strange, don't you
Think"
But some subjects won't bear
discussion. 1 know, Dean, you
think I've been dreadful. I admit
it. Can't We talk about something
else?"
Very we'll. Let's talk about what
you we're doing today"
MY talk with Daddy? But I told
you that there's nothing to repeat"
A MOMENT ago she had asked
"A him not to quarrel; now she
wished that a quarrel would come,
for it would enable her to leave the
room in anger. Still unaware of
what shape the threatening danger
might take she nevertheless was
positive that it was close at hand.
She was relieved at the jangling
of the extension telephone. Dean
picked up the instrument.
Mrs Carey? Just a moment"
He handed the telephone to
Cynthia.
Hello" she said.
That you, Brown"
She didn't lose her poise.
: This is Mrs. Dean Carey. I think
there's some mistake" she said.
Over the wire came Bonnie
Thompson's jeering laugh.
The only mistake IA when you
fooled me yesterday afternoon. But
you didn't fool me last night, and
you amt fooling me now. I sup
pose that was your husband who
just answered. Well, I'll not bother
you now. but just be ready to talk
turkey when 1 call you up tomor-
row morning"
She could feel Deans eyes upon
her. and could only pray that he
could not hear Thompson's words.
Then intuition told her that the
best thing to do was to brazen it
out right now, trusting that later
on this evening Tom SAWYER would
frighten Bennie into silence.
I'm sure there's some mistake.
This is Mrs. Dean Carey" she
enunciated distinctly.
To her surprise Bonnie made no
reply. The receiver clicked as he
hung up.
What was it?" asked Dean.
Now, she told herself. if Dean had
heard any of the converSation-he
had been standing within three feet
of her, and BennieIs voice had come
loudly over the wire-to tell him
anything other than what had been
really said would be a fatal mis-
take.
She shrugged with pretty bewil-
derment.
7 don't know. Somebody called
me Brown and said something
about my not fooling them last
night"
That's strange. for he asked for
Mrs. Carey. Mrs. Dean Carey. What
else did he say7"
IT'S eyes were fixed intently
II upon her, and she could not
lie.
He said that he was going to
call me up again and that he sup
posed it was my husband who hao
just answered the phone. Mistaken
identity of some sort"
Except that he knew youl
name, SaIu Dean slowly.
All the world knows the name OF
Dean Carey" she lightly said.
But all the world doesn't think
Dean Carey's wife is somebody else
called Brown" he objected.
Well. I can't explain it. Car
you?" she daringly asked.
Not yet" he answered.
Again her voice was light.
Does that mean that you expect
to solve the mystery? Well, it isn't
much of a mystery. Some one
thinks that Mrs. Dean Carey is
known TO him by another name. In
other words. some n is crazy"
Or else Mrs. Dean Carey is do
ing something rather unbecoming,'
offered Dean.
"Unbecoming? I'm not sure I TN
derstand you"
Aren't you? Or perhaps you get
my meaning, but have your own
definition as to what is unbecom-
ing"
! "Nowf'm sure that ! don't know