The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-10-26

What do you know about the
other fellow?" Kane asked suspi-
ciously.
THE same as you do. That if
Eddie did it-and 1 don't believe it
for a minute-he was made to do
it by the man he owed money to-"
II ANE smiled tolerantly. q
IA wouldn't say that, Miss Hank
ness. That's only a theory. You've
nothing to back it up"
Haven't I? Then III find some
thing. I'm going to prove that Ed
die had no part in that crime if it's
the last thing 1 ever do" Her small
fist beat the table by way Of en-
phasis.
Kane pursed his lips.
"As you please, Miss HARNESS.,
he said, but I think you're making
a big mistake. You're a very lucky
girl" Mary moved impatiently, but
he fixed her with an earnest eye
and continued. You're no relation
to the Jupiters, are you?" he asked
abruptly.
why, no." Mary replied in sur
prise.
Kane nodded his head sagely.
"Well, for an outsider, you're sitting
in the lap Of Luck, if you only knew
it. Those two old people set great
store by you, and I understand one
of the last acZ Of that old lady's
life was to ask her lawyer to draw
up adoption papers for you.
THAT son of theirs turned out
wild. and you're all they had. What
the old man will do now his wife's
gone, is a question. But the way 1
get it, he don't believe you had a
thing to do with thinks it was all
your brothers doing.
He wants to do the best he can
by you. He knows those in-laws-to-
be of yours, the Ruythers, and what
stif-necks they are. He knows too
much scandal right now could blow
your romance higher than a kite.
Now, why don't you let it pass?
Your brother got a bad break, 60
ing and coming, but don't let that
spoil your life.
With icy hands she took out her
powder compact, and carefully dust
ed her nose, set her hat an the
correct angle, snapped her purse
shut, put on her gloves and stood up.
THANK you for all you have done,
inspector" she told him with a
chilly little smile, and went out
quickly.
Her abrupt departure left In
spector James Kane considerably
ponplused.
THE hauteur Mary had donned
Il for his crushing departed as soon
as she left the police officers pres
ence, however. AS she went down
the stairs to the street floor her
spirits dropped rapidly.
well, we'll! Little children of the
storm" observed a familiar voice. 1t
was the reporter, Bowen. Say, I've
been looking everywhere for you.
Got n or two little matters I'd
like to talk over with you. You
wouldn't have lunch with me, would
you?"
Il don't feel much like it, thanks"
Mary answered indifferently.
I'VE could get a cab and go up
town." he offered, "or we could
drop in next door - if you don't
mind eating in an abandoned sa-
loon"
Then as her face did not clear,
It'll perk you up. Better come!''
His antics we're irresistibly silly;
Mary laughed and agreed.
The rain was coming down in
sheets.
Got an umbrella? Wait a min
ute" Bowen turned back and Mary
heard his inquiring below echoing
through the judicial corridors. Hey
Anybody got an umbrella?" He came
back quickly with a topcoat over
his arm.
mo luck" he reported, "but may
be thisll do" He covered her with
it, hat and all, turned up his own
coat collar, and they ventured forth
Several sprightly leaps landed them
breathless and laughing in the dingy
entry of a small one-time saloon
from which the smell of hot food
poured like steam.
It was dark inside and the only
waiter, a repellent-looking creature
in greasy black, stared at his pretty
visitor as if a woman'S presence in
the place we're rare indeed.
When they had ordered and sent
him away, Bowen apologized.
This is an awful dump, but it's
a good place to talk. Take your
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