The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-02
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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

I've asked DR.. Bainbridge to dron
around and see the girl tomorrow
morning. If he says her diets
wrong, Ill see to it that it's i'm
proved"
But aren't you going to take me
70 see her some time, jim? It must
be horrible to be alone all dav long.
you're SO sure she's innocent and
can't stand to think of a person
being punished that way"
Nina doesn't want to see anv
one. I've told you that before. Shed
rather be alone"
I'm sure she'd be glad to see
some one who didn't want to ask
her a lot Of questions and frighten
her"
Now, Gypsy, you'll have to take
my word for it. She wouldn't under
stand. She's a queer girl, but she's
proud. Doesn't want sympathy.
1t was the same answer he had
given before. Gypsy gave up the at
tempt.
jim" she said, "have you ever
had a talk with the doctors wife?"
You mean the widow? Why, yes.
/ went out to the house the day
after the indictment. She was prok-
en- up and cried some, but was de-
cent about the whole thing. She's
a good witness for the prosecution.
Makes the case blacker for Nina,
though"
Il was just wondering" Gypsy
said, but did not finish.
There was no more discussion of
the Roberts case that evening.
Gypsy, at breakfast next morning,
folded Jim's newspaper and laid it
beside her plate. A headline caught
her eye. She bent forward, smoth-
ering an exclamation
n II II
THE headline which had attracted
L Gypsy's eye was on the front
page. In two lines of dignified type
she read. Miss Marcia Loring
WEEDS Son Of New York Manufac-
turer."
There was a Long Island date line
and beneath it this sentence: THE
marriage of Miss Marcia Loring,
daughter of Mrs. Marshall Loring
and the late Marshall Loring, and
Brock Phillips, son of MIR. and Mrs.
Henry B. Phillips of New York, took
place at high noon today at st. An
drew's church"
There were footsteps behind her.
With a guilty flash Gypsy folded
the newspaper so that the account
of the wedding did Aot show. She
placed it beside JimS plate and
then looked up.
Good morning" she said, smiling
a trifle too brightly.
Good morning"
jim pulled out his chair and sat
down. Gypsy poured the coffee.
She began to chat busily. "Abbie S
coming to take me shopping this
morning, she said There's a sale
of china and glassware at Gabriels
and there are several things we
really should have.
"Abbie wants to buy crystal COB
lets. They have some beautiful ones,
but they're SO expensive! Do you
want me to stop and see if your
topcoat has been cleaned?"
Never mind" Jim told her
They'll send it."
He had been reading the news
paper, only half-listening to what
she said. Gypsy passed the toast
and mechanically he accepted a
piece.
Suddenly she saw a change come
over his face. His eyes were intent
on the page. and she knew that he
had found the account of Marcia
marriage.
It seemed a long time before jim
Wallace lifted his coffee cup. He
must have read the brief paragraph
through two or three times. AT
last he turned the page.
What time is Abbie coming?'
he asked without looking up. His
voice, which was casual, betrayed
the effort that was keeping it level
Gypsy's heart bled for him. She
wanted to be sympathetic, bu
there was nothing she could say