The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1933-11-02
as he was sure not to answer. He
was going so swiftly now.

She couldn't worry any more. Her
head sank down. She was leaning
unconsciously against him. She
slept.
The car stopped with q jerk. A
white light flashed over her face.
Men were shouting. She sat up.
A man was standing beside the
car. In the gush of light that
streamed from. his hand she saw his
uniform. He was a policeman.
Another man was shouting. Doris
turned her head and saw that a
roadster full of men was drawn up
directly behind them In the pine
fringed road. She could see anoth.
er policeman getting out Of the car.
He held a revolver.
Rocky's hand quivered on the
wheel. "Don't say anything" hs
whispered to Doris.
White lights stabbed the road,
threw queer shadows into relief.
Again the strong white glare of q
flash-light struck her between the
eyes.
Looks like her, Murphy, all
right"
II want to speak to the young
lady," said the policeman at Rocky's
elbow.
Roclky's voice was without q
Qualm. Speak to me instead"
The light f1icked up and over
Rocky's face. whats your Manner
Rockwell Du Val"
"See your icense?"
Rocky produced it. This had all
happened, before but this time Doris
knew that the looking at the license
was pretense. The man on her
right on the motorcycle was so close.
And why did he have his gun In
his hand?
who's the young LADY,"
Rocky did not falter as he lied:
"My wife,"
Two more men were coming from
the car behind. There was q fear.
full, quiet tread, a breathless ex.
pectancy In their walk. Knowing
nothing yet, Doris felt terrified. She
tried to control her panic. Rocky
was being SO bold, and yet she knew
that he, too, was frightened.
HAS the lady any identificationf'
"Yes. Plenty"
Lets see some of it."
Doris could feel Rocky's nervous
inward tremor while she listened to
his assumed belligerence: "What's
this all about?"
"Weu come to that"
A small wiry man in plain clothes
interpolated briskly: "We've got
you. No use trying to pull anything.
Better get out Of the car, mister"
sam I under arrest?"
you'll find out what you're un.
der" ...s.. 49,. ~ 1888
"You bet I'll find out what I'm
under. And I'll find out before /
get out Of this car, too" e
The fat-faced cop elbowed the
small wiry man aside. "Just wait.
Let's find out about this. Nobody's
under arrest yet" -s-
"That's BETTER" said Rocky.
A dozen flashlights played over
Doris face. Now she heard MUIR
muir among the men.
Looks like her all right"
"Sure it's her."
"Have you any other identified
ton besides your Hcense?"
Eyes,"
"Can you prove that this lady Is
your wife?"
Again the lights bombarded her.
She covered her face with her
hands. What did.they mean?
'Don't do that!" said Rocky to
Doris out of the corner of his mouth.
Look them straight In the eyep
She obeyed, quivering.
Rocky addressed the officer stand
ing beside him: I'm a friend of
Rockwell st. Gardens. He'll iden-
tify us in a minute"
There was a slight sensation.
The wiry man came and stood be- |
side them.
"You say you know Rockwell st |
Gardens?"
"Yes. know him very WELL"
"Does he know your wife,"
.'Yes."
your name Is Rockwell Du Valr'
"Yes, I'm named after st. Gar
dens."
The policemen conferred. The
man on the motorcycle still bal
anced close to Doris.
The officer returned. 'T'm sorry
to ask you, but you'll have to come
to the station with us. We received
a tip over the telephone that Diane
Merrell was in this car"
''That's utterly ridiculous" Doris
felt Rocky's strong grip on her arm.
The buster in his tone was thinly
concealed artifice.
Nevertheless she could feel
change in the atmosphere. The po-
licemen We're uncertain. Rocky