The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-10-26
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ELEVEN

CHAPIER
DEFORE the disclosure that not
- only Inspector Kane, but old
!. Mr.. Jupiter himself, and even Dirk,
&pelieved her brother had robbed and
murdered Mrs. Jupiter, Mary sat
stunned.
Even if that we're true, as you
say" she got out presently, there
still remains the question - who
killed Eddfe?"
Kane lifted exasperated eyebrows.
But you saw the car that killed
HIM" he said, as if dealing with an
unreasonable child. Just another Of
these h~it-and-run drivers.
Its murder, of course. But nine
out Of ten Of them aren't caught.
It's too bad. But if you look at it
another way, it's mercy"
you can sit there and say that!'
Amusement and desperation made
her bold.
But what do you want the mat
ter stirred up for?' Kane was get
ting wrought up. You ought to be
glad it's finished. Your brothers bet
ter off where he is than if he'd lived
to take the rap.
You'd rather see him killed acct
dentally than live to go to the cleo
trio chair, wouldn't you? Believe me,
he's lucky"
Electric chair?" They gray eyes
blazed scorn at him. you don't
mean that. And Eddie wasn't killed
accidentally. You know better than
that, too. You can get eyewitness
testimony Of a dozen people"
Eyewitness testimony isn't worth
a damn" said Inspector Kane with
hnaiity. People don't know what
they see. If n says it, they all
say it. They want to get in on the
excitement, that's all"
But Mr.. Bowen and I both saw.
We're not iust-people."
Kane laid a pencil down with a
decisive rap.
You're hypped' on the idea that
somebody was after that brother of
yours. And George Bowen is a re-
porter for q sensational newspaper.
He'd see anything that would give
him a big story"
Mary shock her head. She was
not much older herself than the
baby brother" she was finding ex-
cuses for, but she had grown up
swiftly in these recent weeks.
She had lost faith III many
j. things that had once been part and
parcel of her childhood's creed.
TIME injustice of it went through
Il her like slow poison, distilling
black hatred for all these stupid
people who did not care what cloud
begrimed her brothers name, or her
own, so long as things were
"hushed up" and forgotten.
Now she understood that the
search for Eddie's murderer had
been fruitless because there had
been no search. except of the most
cursory sort.
Let the matter drop" Well, she
who was concerned most directly
was not satisfied to let the matter
drop, and never would be, while the
mystery of Eddie's accident" re-
NAMED to plague her mind with
narrowing suspicious.
New dignity sat on the girls slim
shoulders as she faced the police
inspector and her voice IA calm
and determined.
mo, you're wrong. You can't
dismiss us as lightly as that. ]
may be an imaginative woman, and
a relative, but Mr.. Bowen is neither.
And he seems to be the only person
besides myself who cares what hap
ened to Eddie.
Even Dirk, my hance," she Stum-
bled on the loved name, has
changed lately. He doesn't want
to talk about the case. I don't
know why, unless But she de-
cided to keep her personal affairs
to herself. She drew up sharply
Il do know that Eddie was killed
deliberately. Mightn't it have been
the other fellow, the one he owed
money to? Why hasn't any one