The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-03-11
CHAPTER SEVEN

Reynolds nodded. He was well
set-up young man with pleasant
blue eyes and lightish brown hair
He had the look Of a man who likes
outdoor activities.
Without any delay he launched
into the waiting correspondence. He
dictated clearly, not too rapidly
There was no reason why Gypsy
should have missed a word, yet when
he had finished and she closed her
notebook the girl knew she had
written the words automatically.
Leave the letters on my desk
II I'm not here when you finish"
Reynolds instructed.
Gypsy agreed. Then she hurried
back TO the other Office to tran
scribe the notes.
She wrote the letters swiftly and
was pleased with their appearance
There was no one in Reynolds
Office when she laid them on his
desk.
An hour and a half later, enter
ing the door of Mrs. O'Hara's room
Ing house, she met Alan Crosby.
EOR an instant, surprise held
A. both Of them. Then Gypsy
stepped back. why, why, hello
she began.
Crosby ducked his head in what
was intended for a bow. He moved
aside to let her pass.
But the girl did not move. "Alanl"
she cried, where are you going?"
She was looking down at the suit
case Crosby was carrying. you're
you're not leaving, are you?"
Crosby nodded. Moving to q
place farther up town." he said curt
ly. He paused an instant, then add
ed; II didn't suppose you'd be in
terested."
She overlooked the thrust. "Alan
please" the words came with an
incoherent rush, There's some
thing I want to talk to you about.
I didn't mean what I said last night.
You'll believe that, won't your"
The young man frowned, glanc-
ing over one shoulder. There was
no one in sight, but down the hall
way door stood half-open. Gypsy
knew as well as Crosby dozen ears
might be listening.
What do you want to do?" he
asked quietly. Broadcast? I'm sor-
ny, but I've got to go"
But you can't! You've got To
hear what I want to tell you'll" The
rooming house parlor, with its dim
lights and drab furnishings, stood at
the right. AS well shout from the
housetops as to expect privacy
there.
1--WE got to go, Gypsy" Crosby
repeated impatiently. He put a
hand on the doorknob, turned it and
crossed the threshold.
The girl caught his arm. mot
yet!p she cried. ooh, Alanl Please
let me talk to you. Please waitl
Just for five minutes if you're in
hurry. Let's go somewhere where
we Cali D6 dlOlle!
They were both outside the house
now, standing at the top Of the
fight Of stone steps. Crosby reached
back and closed the door behind
them.
"Well-all right. Where can we
go? L haven't got much time"
There was only one choice. "The
corner drug store" Gypsy told him
wen get the booth in the corner
They walked the half-block in ST.
lehce. Gypsy knew her worst fears
we're being realized. She wanted
terribly to talk to Alan, but what
was there to say?
All the speeches she had intended
to make vanished. Alan's manner
frightened her.
NFTEN in times past she and
~ Alan had stopped at this drug
store for hasty supper or late
lunch. They reached the place and
entered.
Beyond the lunch counter and
glass cases filed with assorted wares
were three small tables. Farther
back against the wall were two
built-in booths with benches on
each side Of narrow tables.
The corner booth, toward which
Gypsy led the way, was inclosed
and partly concealed from view.
The girl sat down and Crosby
pushed into the seat opposite.