The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-03
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Why" he leaned forward and
traced a pattern on the tablecloth
with his f%orefnger thoughtfully.
Simply this: that crook would give
his soul for another chance at that
necklace. 1 know it. I'd bet on it.
And III lay you another bet
I don't know who his playmates are
in there, but ten to one they're
Matching some scheme to get that
necklace right now!"
Its locked upl" Mary inter-
posed quickly.
No doubt" he answered dryly.
But there are ways of getting
around that. Of course, if it's in a
safety deposit box there isn't much
to worry about"
Alarm widened the girls eyes.
1T isn't" she confessed. Its in
Mr.. Jupiter's personal safe. He
wouldn't take it to the bank. No
use locking the door after the horse
was stolen, he said, and besides he
didn't care what became of the
thing anyway.
He hates the thought that it
was her jewels, you know-the jew
els he gave her, that"
Bowen nodded, understandingly.
But that's no place for it. Some
body will be knocking him off one
of these nights"
II told him. Mr.. Ruyther did,
too. He just says, Let them come
He doesn't care what happens to
him now his wife's dead"
Bowen was clicking a thumb-nail
against his teeth and staring
straight through her with bright,
thoughtful eyes.
We'll, they say lightning doesn't
strike twice in the same place." he
unused. But just the same he's
taking an awful chance"
CUDDENLY he sat up and slapped
~ the table with his hand.
by George" he said. why not?
Let him come, and be damned to
him. And while he's grabbing the
necklace we'll grab him!"
"Oh, mol" Mary cried, in alarm.
She shuddered. why not arrest
him now? Why leave him free to
come back again and perhaps kill"
Patiently he explained. I'VE
haven't got anything on the Fly as
it is. You and I may be convinced
that he is the murderer of Mrs.
Jupiter and undoubtedly of your
brother as well. But what have we
got to put before a jury? Not a
scrap Of evidence of any kind!"
Those men at the track
1--WE haven't even got a credible
Witness" he went on. "Bookies,
gamblers, touts. Can you see Mike
there going on the witness stand
and impreSsing a jury? They'd vote
to hang him instead of the defend
ant.
mo, we've either got to spend a
lot of time and money digging for
evidence, finding the jewels, find
ing the car, and the man who drove
it, and maybe not getting anything
conclusive after all, or getting him
red-handed, if we can.
If we get too hot on his trail
hot enough to really get the dope on
him he may skip the country and
then where would We be? Tied up
with extradition proceedings, and a
long-drawn-out legal battle. We'd
both be old and gray before We got
a conviction.
This trick isn't as dangerous as
it sounds, either. And you've got
to remember this-if we get him to
come to us, we can choose the time
and be ready for him. If he comes
when he pleases, we're stumped."
But r you SURE he'd make an
other try for it? I should think
he'd be too frightened!"
He's not frightened at all. That's
the point! Why do you think he's
hiding from the police in there?"
He threw back his head and
laughed. Don't you believe it?
Why, every coup on the beat knows
Shay's is a hang-out for crooks.
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