The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-03-28

checking the fingerprints before
they'll be sure, but his suicide when
he thought he'd been trapped bears
out the story.
Yesterday the police here had q
tip to pick Fergus up on suspicion
Of homicide. They were going to
Mrs. Harrowgate's place last night
did go in fact-but he bad disap-
peared. Somebody must have got
the information to him"
HE knew-he knewl" Ellen whis-
pered. He knew when he came
through the door that he was a
hunted man."
He was wicked man as vel"
Symes said sternly. Not worthy
Of your sympathy"
II know"
Tears were in Ellen's. eyes. The
man spoke quickly.
THE police will be here to talk
to you tomorrow" ne said in a mat
ter-of-fact tone. They'll want
verifcation of what I told them"
What did you say?"
Il told them you'd seen Fergus
only twice in your life" Symes
stated firmly. "Once as the guest
Of Mr.. Barclay, his former employer,
and yesterday as the guest Of Mrs.
Harrowgate.
Il told them that Fergus sought
you out as the last desperate i'm
pulse of desperate man, hoping
you'd lend him enough money to
get away"
Then they needn't know why
he thought I'd let him have the
money!" Ellen faltered.
They needn't know anything"
Symes assured her in relief. Fer
gus is dead and the case is closed.
I'll admit I had to pull a few
strings to make my own appearance
on the scene plausible-but I pulled
them and the thing is ended. You
have nothing to be afraid of, Ellen
nothing"
Nothing except my own con-
science" the girl reminded him.
Then she added in slow, hating
voice, will you mail this note as
you go cut, please? It's to Larry"
THREE days passed, three
l. wretched days for Ellen. Fer
gus was buried, and his suicide was
written down as another victory
for the law.
Police and reporters came no
more to Pine street. On the third
morning, Molly and Myra and Ellen
were gathered in the kitchen
where Fergus had spent the last
desperate moments of his life.
1t was different room today.
warm, cheerful, and pulsing with
life and domestic activity.
Ellen sat at the SCARED porcelain
table, gazing through checked ging-
ham curtains at the white world
outside. Myra, busily Smelling peas,
was sitting on a low stool beside
her.
The elder sisters head rested
against the younger girls knee.
Molly was at the stove, trying her
inexpert hand at a new dish of to-
matoeS, eggs and rice.
1t was a peaceful scene with no
hint of discord except the cloud on
Molly Rossiter's brow and the
moody listlessness of Ellen's pose.
I've, never heard of anything so
silly in my life" Molly declared
spiritedly. why you should put
Larry off now and be upset and
wretched when that miserable
mans death seems to have settled
everything is beyond me. Simply
beyond mel"
Ellen did not reply.
Exactly what did you say in
that note to Larry?" Molly de-
manded, turning her flushed face
to Ellen.
"I've told you a thousand times"
the girl answered lifelessly. ST told
him that for month I'd rather not
see him, that there was something
I wanted first to decide in my own
mind.
you know what I want to de-
eide. The fact that Fergus is dead
has nothing to do with it"
n Il
" A S I was saying" Molly re-
"A sumed, energetical1y stirring
the mixture on the stove, 81 can't
see that there's anything to decide.