The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-14
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ing, evidently had found the en-
forced proximity Of the rumble seat
conducive TO quick acquaintance
They laughed and chatted like two
children.
THE countess was unduIy pleased
Il over her winnings on a horse
which she had chosen by the sim
pie process of shutting her eyes and
poking at the list Of entries with a
pencil. The horse, a 10 to l shot,
had come home in the money.
The countess seemed to regard
her luck as a good augury, or per-
haps she needed the money. At
any rate, her gayety rasped Mary's
nerves.
Mary had watched the little black
FLY, La Mosca, touted as the ia
vorite, stumble when the race was
half won and lag home far in the
lee.
She was not superstitious, but she
almost believed in signs, too, for the
moment.
Well, anyway, there it was on the
chart-"La Mosca, FLY, 3-year-old;
trainer, K. Jones. owner, H. De Lo-
ma" At least, she had a name to
go on.
Had Bowen been there today to
see the race run? She wondered
where Bowen was, and if he had
given up the chase altogether
If he had come, as he said he
might, she had seen nothing of him
as yet, but the Gypsy had locked
only the day before.
She sent the car along at break
neck pace, swinging past car after
car, on the crowded road in her
hurry to get back to Miami and ask
for mail at the hotel.
Dirk had not written, but she had
not given up hoping. The party
had discarded the idea of staying
on the Gypsy, and had taken rooms
at the Ambassador. Already the
busy pens of society reporters had
broadcast the party's presence.
If Dirk had been uncertain where
to write her, he need be no longer.
Now if he did not write, she would
know why.
Il Il
A T the hotel Mary went imme-
L A diately to ask for her mail and
as she turned away from the win
dow, disappointed, found Bates at
her elbow.
They've gone into the bar" he
said. Listen, have you a camera?"
mo. Why? Heaven knows this is
no pleasure trip for mel"
Can you get one? And cook up
some excuse for taking that wo-
mans picture? I want to send it
back to the police department in
New York.
1--we seen her face somewhere,
either in the lineup or maybe on one
of those posters the Surete sends
over for us to look at"
Maybe you've just seen her in
the roto sections" Mary suggested
indifferently. shes a sort of minor
nobility, you know. At least, her
husband was"
Yes. Very minor" Bates agreed
dryly, We'll, how about it?"
I'll get one, of course, if you
think it worth while. But hadn't
you better forget the countess and
think of The Fly? Crook or no
crook, you seemed to enjoy yourself
with her this afternoon" she rail-
lied him.
Sure, I kid her along" he an
swered, unsmiling, land you'd bet
ter, too. I'll bet she's a mean baby
when she's riled.'
Mary did not appear to be listen
ing. Inside, she felt as if she were
slowly turning to stone. If Dirk
did not write tomorrow-if he didn't
write at all
Bates saw that she was not pay
ing attention. He touched her arm
you listening?" he said sharply
And when she gave him her atten-
ton he added, What I mean is if
anybody COPIED her boy-friend
now, she'd shoot-get me?"
Mary laughed.
Nothing is further from my
thoughts, she waved him away. OBJ
viously he had misunderstood the
mock gallantry with which Bruce
treated her.
Angrily. she resolved to free her
self of Bruce. 1t was nuisance
having him always at her heels, and
besides it meant associating with
the countess, which was more than
she could stomach.
MIR. JUPITER had included the
1VI woman in the party, partly as
a gesture of Cancellation toward