The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-10-29

IenoeHVouB with the boy. out over
there instead Eddie Is run down and
kllied as he crosses the street 70 uneee
INSPECTOR KANE drops the. case. BE-
levinR Eddie the murderer. When Mary
protests, be tells her Mr.. JUPII,EtF an, en9
there is a racetrack gambler called THE
FLY 70 whom her brother owed money
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Continued
AS the bus topped rise and be-
gan to coast down the other SIDE,
their voices became distinctly
audible.
Rotten for Dick, but l don't sup
pose he realizes it-men in love are
SO stupid
ooh, don't think he's so much
in love-Don't you? Why don't you
think SOP" Then shrieks Of mirth,
suhsiding into giggles: "Oh, it's too
funny-the family skeleton walking
out and rafting just at this time
every family has one, they say-my
dear, not the Ruythers!
Can you imagine a Ruyther
walking around in his bones" More
shrieks, more giggles.
MARY turned hot and cold, and
WI shrank down further to avoid
any chance of being seen. Or were
they doing it for her benefit? She
couldn't tell
Thank, goodness. they would get
off presently. Mary was relieved to
see the big Tabor house loom up on
the hill ahead.
Just then Cornelia looked around,
whether guiltily or not, Mary
couldn't decide.
ooh, my dearl" she shrilled, Il
didn't see you there!" She popped
up and came back, followed by the
other girl, and sat down opposite.
"How's the murder coming
along?" Cornelia seemed deter
mined to blot out the memory of
her former tearfulness by being I'M
usually vicacious. "Dirk's a beast.
He Just says it's all settled, and he
won't tell me thing more about
it. How can a murder be settled II
the murderer isn't in jail?"
Mary merely shrugged. So Dirk
had seen Cornelia, had he? He
hadn't mentioned it.
Cornelia's gaze rested curiously
on the mans topcoat lying across
Marys lap.
That's not Dirk's, is it? Two
timing him already, are your"
TITS my brothers." Mary said.
Cornelia gasped. ooh, my dear,
I'd forgotten about your brother.
You must forgive me. So sorry. "
Mary's silence began to eat the
edge off the other girls gushing
manner.
"How's Dirk? Seen his mother
lately?" Cornelia asked at last.
"How is she?"
"All right, I suppose" Mary an
swered matter-o of -factly although
she knew the question was meant
to scratch. Call me tomorrow and
III report. I'm dining there to-
night"
oh" Cornehas eyes slipped
away evasively. well, we'll be
SEEM you, then. We're coming.
too. Ethels honor, guess. Moth
ing formal, you know-just the
family"
MNARY didn't manage to act so
IV1 we'll this time. Her face felt
stiff as she smiled goodby. They
we're approaching the gates of the
Tabor place. Corneha and her satel-
lite swished off the bus, Ethel cast
ing a provocative glance at the bus
driver as she bounced down the
step. It was wasted; he was wiping
off the windshield, and seemed I'M
aware Of her existence.
Driving the bus along Rotten
Row" had made him impervious to
Irritation; too many kittenish debs
had thrown themselves at his good
looking Irish head from time to
time.
Mary seethed with jealousy as the
bus ground on toward The Point
where the Jupiter mansion stood.
Sorry I can't take you up to the
door. Miss Mary" the bus-driveI
said as he let her down.
Thanks, Bill, I'll be all right,
Mary replied, throwing Eddie'S coat
over her head as she ran up the
drive
AS she stood shaking the rain
drops off the coat in the entry she
thought Spence gave it second