The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-07

to know" Dirk said. Bowen
stopped that other car from COM
ing down Nassau street, all right
didn't he? Do you know any other
way he could have done it?
Your little friends from the
speakeasy were trailing us apparent
ly. Well, they didn't get near
enough TO see which door we were
parked before. I guess that ends
it, for tonight anyway.
Il might have given that cop a
tip-off to keep an eye on the place
though. Wish I had"
Then it was The FIy!" Mary
cried.
"The Fly? Don't be silly" There
was something about the pleasant
voice in which Dirk spoke, whether
he was saying something agreeable
or disagreeable, that was madden
ing. A trick learned in the court
room, no doubt.
Whatever it was, it made one
want to strike him, dent that i'm
placable politeneSs somehow.
MARY drew away and looked at
1VA him through narrowed eyes,
feeling the rising of a temper she
had never known she had.
Why not?"
rs he the only thug who knows
a valuable necklace when he sees
it? Any crook in Christendom
would have taken out after any,
body with no more sense than to
display thing like that in a speak
easyl Might have been that Lon
CLANCY waiter, for all we know"
But Dirk" Mary said, with omi-
nous calm, that car was the same
car that killed Eddie. I told you
that"
Dirk smiled wryly down at her.
Nov don't start that all over
again." he said lightly. you could
not recognize a particular car of
standard make, like that, in that
light, at that distance.
Il wouldn't put you on the stand
myself with such a statement. OPP
posing counsel would make mon
keys out of us.
you saw it under similar circum-
stances, hitting some one, and you
were wrought up and
ready to believe it was the same.
Consequently you think so. That's
all"
ooh, don't be $3.50 legal" Mary
hurled at him furiously, for lack
of a more opprobrious epithet. IT
don't care what you say, it was the
same car. I'd swear to i'll"
She appealed to Bowen. "Tell
him!" she demanded. "Tell him it
was the same carl"
But Bowen merely answered,
whats the use?"
Unexpectedly even to herself,
Mary began to cry. Helpless tears
rained down her cheeks, and she
covered her face with her hands
and wept.
DOWEN looked straight ahead
ID and said nothing. Dirk patted
her knee awkwardly. Don't, sweet
hearth" he begged. you've got to
see this thing straight sometime. 1t
might as we'll be now"
Dirk went on, gently. 1.-THE
trouble is, Mary, you're taking the
whole thing too hard. YOU
Oughtn't to blame Eddie so much.
A young kid like that-you can't
know what he was up against. No
woman could. He"
IT understand that he didn't do
it. Do you?" Mary asked, with ter
rible calm. She was looking at him
as at stranger.
Perhaps not" Dirk replied after
a moments hesitation. He flushed
as he tried to meet her
eyes.
Unconsciously he had fallen into
the habit of thinking of Eddie as
a weak, tormented boy driven to
and a murderer by acct
dent. He accepted the murder as a
fact, but saw extenuating circum-
stances.
you think him guilty and you
don't blame him." Mary said. We'll,
I think him innocent of everything
except the gambling charge, but I
blame him just the same.
HE put himself in a position
where anything-even this-could
be said of him, and now he can
never explain himself-he's dead.
What if no one ever knows-the
papers, I mean? The police?
do you suppose it means nothing
to me that YOU think it-that your
father and mother think it? Do
you suppose it won't make a differ
ence between us, always? 1t would
be like living with a ghost. Some
day I'd hate you"