The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-12

murderer, rather than-than some
one else?"
1--WE can't. We're not even try
ing to. The Fly himself will do
that for US"
"If you're lucky"
"If we're lucky. And If we play
our cards just right. But the least
slip, the least word-and it's all
spoiled. It's possible that's hap
pened already. You aren't very
popular with George Bowen just
now. The F1y's left town, you
know"
Dirk looked at her in bewilder-
ment. I'm not popular? What've
I to do with it?"
Didn't you go back to Shay's
with a warrant for him?"
Certainly not"
"Well--! Then who-?"
This was a new state of affairs.
Somebody else on The Fly's trail?
Who could it be?
Bowen naturally supposed it was
YOU" she faltered apologetically.
You'd just been saying the thing,
to do was arrest The Fly and when
the police came down on the place
Bowen jumped to the conclusion"
"He does a good deal of that, I'm
thinking" Dirk commented dryly.
MARY was in no mood to resent
lV1 anything Dirk might say
against the absent Bowen. She was
too mystif1ed-too busy specializing.
"Who do you think it could have
been2" she asked.
Hes probably got a dozen rack
ets," Dirk replied. THE cops might
be after him for any one of them.
Or it might be for some fool thing
like parking overtime.
HE ran, like they all do. They
don't like a pinch, even for a minor
offense-it's bad for their racketS."
Considerable wind had been taken
out of Mary's sails by this dis
covery, but she was none the less
regretful that it had taken place.
The Fly was gone and what aSsur-
ance had she that she could find
him again? Nothing but Bowen's
guess-and Bowen could be wrong,
as this slip-up showed.
For a moment she felt panicky-
she was committed to so much, just
on the strength of that chance that
The Fly would show up at the track
when his horse ran her big race. If
he were really frightened, he might
stay away. Although he would
probably feel himself safe enough.
Unless the offense were a serious
one, extradition from Florida would
be more than the New York police
would trouble with.
The idea that the Fly's arrest
had been sought by Inspector Kane
occurred to her, but was instantly
dismissed. In her last interview
with him he had been so emphati-
cally disinterested in following up
the case, that such a decided change
in his point of view seemed IN
likely.
Kane had been bought off," and
he would stay that way, she was
sure. He was the sort of bootlicker
to do just that.
Well, she was sailing in the morn
ing, probably on a wild-goose chase,
but she couldn't back out now. How
would she feel, though, once she
had spread this elaborate web she
was spinning, and seated herself in
the center of it with the cleaning
Jupiter rubieS as bait, if The Fly
failed TO appear?
She almost wished she had not
embarked ON such an insane adj
venture. Much better to remain
safely at home where women be-
longed and have no thoughts of
ones own-then one could not be
mistaken, and deservedly laughted
at.
DIRK put his hand on hers,
-. looked earnestly into her face.
why not forget it?" he begged.
II wish I could" she murmured
unhappily. But - we've made so
many plans you've no idea what
preparations have been made.
There's even a photograph in his
cabin-the cabin we're keeping for
him"
Dirk jerked his hand away.
MY God, you're not going to
take at-that-animal on board?
Associate with him? Why, he's =
scum! If he's no more than a
gigolo, he's not the sort you ought
to be seen with!
I'D trust him no more than I'd
trust a snake. For all you know
he may be a bank robber-a thief