The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-25
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her as she ran from the trap they
had laid.
She refused to believe this. The
errand they had dispatched them
selves upon must have been an i'm
portant one. They had thought her
Ill as well as frightened, and counted
on the old woman to guard her
easily.
With infinite caution Lane took
another step. Never, never had she
known what anguish there might be
in simple motion.
At last she reached the front
door. There was an d-fashione.1
chain lock. With painstaking care
she Unattached it and the door swung
quietly on its hinges.
She felt her heart pounding in
her throat. Softly she swung the
door to, felt her way in her stock
inged feet, her one silver slipper in
her hand, across the Splintered
porch.
Salt air rose gratefully to her
nostrils- The unmistakable breath
Of the south shore marshes was in
the wind. Blindly in the dark she
began to run.
Where she was going she knew
not. Anything was better than that
terrible house and the people in 1t.
Lame suspected some trick, some
barricade. 1t seemed inconceivable
that those men had left the place
with only Molly to guard it. They
had reckoned, perhaps, without her
determination and courage.
Her thin stockings were torn by
brambles and barberry. Her hair
was disaTanged, her face scratched.
There was no moon.
The dark shawl of the woman
called Molly covered the girls
moon-pale face.
She heard steps running toward
her. A mans steps. Determined
ones. A voice said, who's there?"
Lame stumbled in her terror and
mercifully tainted again.
MEANTIME the little group
Iva back in the clearing pressed on.
McHugh, burly in his uniform, Give.
elegant though disheveled in his
Bond street evening clothes, and
the girl who had been driving the
cheap sedan.
Give was half frantic with
anxiety by this time. He felt that
they were following the wrong
trail. It seemed lunacy to waste
precious moments in questioning
this doWdy young WOMAN.
They would, Give felt 6ssre, find
the traditional surly father waiting
behind the door, doubtless with
shotgun. If he had not been so
grimly anxious, he might have
smiled at the fantastic thought.
But he had put himself in the po-
liceman's hands. For the moment
there was nothing else to do but
pursue this faintest of clews.
They stumbled on, the girl ahead,
Give and McHugh bringing UP
close rear. The officer held his gun
cooked and ready.
The path wound through scrub
oak and underbrush, beneath
SCARED and leafless trees. It was
mad night. This final madness was
only part of the pattern.
Gives mind revolved frantically,
like an animal stalking about in
cage. Where was Lame? And how
could this girl with the red-rimrned
eyes possibly have anything to do
with his fiancee'S disappearance?
Softly, now" McHugh warned,
as they rounded jog in the path.
A big, bare house doomed into view.
Behind drawn shades, here and
there, few lights cleaned.
You hold her here" the police
man directed. He began to hand
Give his gun. Quicker than
flash the girl flung herself at them
both.
The gun barked once, curious
muffled sound. McHugh flung an
ugly oath at the girl, whose arm he
now had pinioned.
She moaned, ut got me, you
=" and slunped to the
ground.
The two men bent low. Jaw, it's
only her ARM grunted the police
man.