The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-10-19
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the balcony and he lets her have
it. Now, why would he do that?
HE must have thought the upper
floor was deserted or he wouldn't
have been there. And if somebody
did hear her scream and came in,
what difference would that make?
IF he'd been regular stickup
that knew his job, he'd have stood
them UP against the wall and made
a getaway just the same, cool as
you please.
mo, that guy had a nervous
trigger finger. 1 might go so far as
to say he was yellow, clear through
Maybe he monkeyed with the catch
and couldn't open it, as the old lady
lay on the floor-we1l know when
we get the finger print mans re-
port But the chances are he didn't,
for he didn't have time.
Miss Hardness thinks she didn't
scream, but she isn't sure. She
probably made a sound Of some
kind Then it couldn't have been
more than a minute before she
came in and the man was gone.
When Miss Hardness came in
and when she went out, the lights
were on, full and bright. She didn't
make a search, naturally, and it's a
good thing she didn't, for Miss
Hardness" he turned to the girl,
you can take my word for it the
murderer was still in that room, all
the time you we're there!"
LIE watched the girls white face
l. a with obvious relish of the i'm
preston he was creating.
THE butler answered Mrs. Jupi-
ter's bell that had just rung a min
ute before he met Miss Hardness
at the foot of the stairs. When the
butler entered the room, it was
dark. He switched on the lights
himself"
Il don't get you, Sergeant" some
body commented. who rang the
buzzer-Miss Harkness?"
mo. He did. The thief did. The
push button that summons the
servants is right next the light
switch.
In trying to turn out the lights to
cover his getaway he missed the
light switch the first time and rang
the buzzer by mistake.
We've got the story Of chap
named Doulton that he went out
through the grounds. Matter of
fact, he ran into Doulton and near
ly knocked him down.
HE must havoc limbed up and
come in by the balcony. There's
footprints below. No evidence on
the balcony rail or the wall to prove
it, but that's the most likely thing"
"Doulton get a look at him?"
Kane looked disguised. It regret
to say that Mr.. Doulton was more
than a trif1e drunk"
ANY fingerprints?"
"None so far. But I've got an
other witness that saw him prob
ably. Saw him plain. Can identify
him.
But I'll tell you boys frankly that
I don't think his life would be worth
nickel if 1 told you who he was"
One of the men-he was the vet
eran police reporter for the Star
asked slowly, Saw him before or
after the shooting?"
Kane hesitated. Before" he adj
mitted finally.
There was some talk about the
exact value of the jewels, a request
to photograph the necklace. And
in a remarkably short time, the
newspaper men had all left the
house.
Only the man from the Star
hung back, while his photographer
went upstairs to shoot" the neck
lace. "You know, you sound to me,
Inspector, as if you had already
made up your mind who did this
Am right, Or wrong? he asked
And if had" barked Kane dis
concerted, would I spring it to you
guys? What you'll print anyhow
may put him wise till I'll never be
able to lay finger on him."
"Ah, the old alibi," chided the
Star man. He lowered his voice
How about telephone calls into the
house last night? Have you traced
emp"