Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1931-10-28
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Il do. BY the way. something's
been tickling my mind ever since
you mentioned this being your
brothers coat. What was II he said
there in the ambulance? Make him
give me my coatl' Wasn't that II?
Look here. I'll bet a cookie that
coat was q plant! No thief goes
around leaving HIS ~overcoat. you
know-it's not being done.
That's how ! came to pick II up
In the first place. / was the last
man upstairs that night. and com
ing down l saw this eoat hanging
on the stair rail I'm the upper hall.
! knew Id be seeing all the police
reporters next day and I took II
along to turn over 10 the owner
None Of them claimed II. though.
Then l thought II must belong 10
some detective. but I'd wasted
enough time on II, SO | hung Il I'D
In my locker and left It there.
Nothing In the pockets to identify
II by"
He saw that she was not listen.
Ing. Her mind was on her brother.
He could see that even her faith
was shaken. He stopped short.
Mary held up the coat What
ought we to do with II? Take II
there?" She motIoned toward the
police-station.
Take II home. It's yours. You'd
only give Kane one more excuse to
say I told you so.'"
You've been awfully kind. I'll
never forget It." Mary told him
seriously. "Goodby. and good luck"
I'LL let you know what turns
up" he replied. Keep your nervel
Remember it's all In a lifetime"
Ii came TO him as he stood watch.
Ing the shiny black bus carry her
away. that he had just stripped him.
self OF his last dollar in her behalf.
He had not SO much as mentioned
the information he had TO his pa
per. realizing that It was far too
slim a probability to impress a
hard-headed city editor. What kind
OF a sap was he becoming anyhow?
Mr.. George Bowen heaved some
thing that vas very like a sigh.
Mary, hugging the damp coat
and staring out at the vivid green
OF the trees and hedges as they
rolled along the road TO the Point,
gradually lost the optimism that
Bowen's l~oquacious enthusiasm had
reused In her. She was going home
10 the Jupiter house reluctantly. for
the first time. How could she bear
TO face Mr.. Jupiter again. knowing
what he thought She felt alienat-
ed from those who had been closest
and dearest to her. They had
shielded her. or tried TO; but they
had kept their real thoughts from
her as IL she were a child or an i'm
beetle. II frightened her. and made
her feel small and young and In
experienced.
She was almost tempted 70 relax
and rest against that love OF theirs,
that plotted for her own good with
out consulting her wishes In the
matter. But at the same time.
something prodded her uncomfort.
ably forward. IL was not their bust
ness; 1t vas hers. and Eddie's.
Gratefulness fought with angry re-
sentiment in her heart.
All this sensational publicity
about the murder OF Mrs. Jupiter
and Eddie's death-no one called
that murder. she noticed bitterly
OF course II was unpleasant No
wonder the chills had crept up and
down Emily Ann Ruyther's patri-
clan back! But which was more
important-justice or q stif-necked
old woman's pride?
ROWLING along in the big, shiny
bus between exquisitely land
scaped private parks. studded here
and there with the vineshrouded
homes OF the ultra rich, ell that
had just occurred IN the village
seemed unreal George Bowen and
his scheme seemed fantastic, COM