The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-21
Gems Of Peril 4, y z: e.
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ner-a sort Of electric excitement
that intrigued her. She waited ss
he raped at Mr.. Jupiter's door, and
followed him inside.
They found Mr.. Jupiter at his
open sitting room window, which
looked out over the bay, a palm
leaf fan in his hand and a cold
glass at his elbow.
His stocSinged feet were elevated
to the seat OF a chair, and his shirt
was open at the throat.
Come in, come in. What's up?
You just getting back, Bates?" He
motioned them to chairs. 'Where've
you been?"
Bates mopped his grimy counte-
nance. Following a crazy man, he
answered bitterly. I'm telling you,
that guy is crazy as loon!'
Here, have a drink" Jupiter Of
fered. When the returned traveller
had cooled his parched throat he
frightened visibly.
"TELL, when you turned back
w this morning. boss, 1 saw
your son and the lady were fix
ing to lose me, too. Young love
and all that, you know.
so 1 let on wanted to have a
look at the town-it'S an old settle
ment, with a historic courthouse,
you know. They put me down on
the public square and went on down
to the beach where the Shore Din
ner' sign pointed.
Il sat down on the courthouse
lawn for minute to cool off.
guess kinda dozed off, with my
hat shading my eyes, but pretty
soon I saw out of the tail of my
eye a man standing a few feet
away, staring up at the courthouse
Steeple!
ut was De Iona. I couldn't be-
lieve my eyes. What was he doing
out there? And staring like he'd
never seen a building before! Well,
that's a famous old courthouse, but
it wasn't that kind of a stare. You
know what I mean?
He looked all greeny around the
gills, like he was fascinated by it
and scared, too, maybe. / never saw
just the same look on a mans face
before in my life No, sir, I never!
Says to myself, Oh, no! Some
things up. I kept my eye on him,
though he couldn't see me-leaSt
ways my face.
Pretty soon he turned around
like a man in a trance and walked
away with his head down, not look
ing where he was going.
IT SAT up and watched him. And
Il then, just as he was crossing
the middle of the street, down the
road driving hell-bent for election
like he always does, came your
chauffeur, Tom, in that big Lorimor
car.
DE Iona jumped back quick,
but at that Tom had to Swerve way
out to keep from hitting him. Made
Tom hopping mad. He yelled at
him and says, Why don't you do
your sleeping in bed?' and De Iona
yelled something back-I didn't
catch what.
And he just stood there, shaking
all over. And he was green in the
face that time-his eyes all but
popping out of his head.
HE looked at the license plate,
and when he saw the number he
just stood and gaped. "A native was
standing by the curb, and he asks
him, Whose care is that?' like the
native ought to know, and if he
didn't tell he'd shake it out of him.
But the guy just shook his head
eaSy-like. And De Iona went into
a drug store quick and went in
the barber shop next door and
watched till he came out. He went
over to his car, parked along the
courthouse curbing-one of those
Drive 1t Yourself buses and got
in and set out for town.
T went in the drugstore, and asked
4 the soda fountain boy about
him-if he did any telephoning and
so on.