The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-10-28

WdBBeQ IT'S Jdll. IldL the klIlu
Of a pup he is.
But there's still you and me, Ell?
How about it? If you say the
word, we'll go right ahead and dig
up what we can.
When we've got enough to make
case, Wen put it before the dis
trict attorney. He'll have TO act.
"But-are you sure you want it?
1t might make things pretty messy
for you at home, you know. With
your boy friend, and all. He'd
rather have it shushed, Under
stand"
HOW much did he know? Mary
Il 4 wondered with sinking heart
how public her affairs had become.
She looked down at the coat over
her arm. do you honestly think
there's any use?"
81 do BY the way, something's
been tickling my mind ever since
you mentioned this being your
brothers coat. What was it he said
there in the ambulance? Make him
give me my coatP Wasn't that it.?
Look here, I'll bet a cookie that
coat was plant! No thief goes
around leaving his overcoat, you
know-it's not being done.
That's how came to pick it up
in the first place. I was the last
man upstairs that night, and COM
ing down I saw this coat hanging
on the stair rail in the upper hall.
Il knew I'd be seeing sll the po-
! lice reporters next day and I took it
along to turn over to the owner.
None of them claimed it, though.
Then I thought it must belong to
some detective, but I'd wasted
enough time on it, so l hung it up
in my locker and left it there.
Nothing in the pockets to identify
it by"
He saw that she was not listening.
Her mind was on her brother.
He could see that even her faith
was shaken. He stopped short.
Mary held up the coat. what
ought we to do with it? Take it
there?" She motioned toward the
police station.
''Take it home. It's yours. You'd
only give Kane one more excuse to
say I told you So"
you've been awfully kind. I'll
never forget it." Mary told him
seriously. "Goodby, and good
luck"
I'll let you know what turns
up" he replied. Keep your nerve!
Remember It's all in lifetime"
IT came to him as he stood
= watching the shiny black bus
carry her away, that he had Just
stripped himself of his last dollar in
her behalf.
He had not so much as mentioned
the information he had to his paper.
realizing that it was far too slim a
probability to impress a hard
headed city editor. What kind of
a sap was he becoming, anyhow?
George Bowen heaved something
that was very like a sigh.
Mary, hugging the damp coat and
staring out at the vivid green of the
trees and hedges as they rolled along
the road to the Point, gradually lost
the optimism that Bowen's louua-
ciouS enthusiasm had reused in her.
She was going home to the Jul
piter house reluctantly, for the first
time. How could she bear to face
Mr.. Jupiter again. knowing what he
thought? She felt alienated from
those who had been closest and
dearest to her.
They had shielded her, or tried to:
but they had kept their real
thoughts from her as If she was a
child or an imbecile.
1t frightened her, and made her
feel small and young and inexpe-
rienced.
She was almost tempted to relax
and rest against that love of theirs,
that plotted for her own good with
out consulting her wishes in the
matter.
But at the same time, something
prodded her uncomfortably for
ward. 1t was not their business
it was hers, and Eddie's. Crate
fitness fought with angry resent
ment in her heart.
All this sensational publicity about
the murder of Mrs. Jupiter and
Eddie's death-no one called that
murder, she noticed bitterly-o1
course, it was unpleasant.
No wonder the chills had crept ur
and down Emily Ann Ruyther's pa
trician back! But which was more
important-justice of a stiff-neckec
old woman's pride?