The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-01-31
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ter Of the room. One Of them was
slender with stopped shoulders. He
had dark eyes that were round ano
very bright, like small. shining but
tons. The mans face was sallow
and lined. There was nothing
about the face that suggested youth
vet he might have been young. Any
where from Is 10 40. One arm he
kept close to his side. There was
a band about his wrist, fastened by
chain 10 the wrist Of the man
who stood beside him.
McNeal said, Well. Parrot, here
are some newspaper men to see you.
BOYS. this is Joe PARROT"
The man with the stopped shoul-
ders said nothing. His sullen lips
tvitched family.
Carney stepped forward. How're
YOU" ne said easily. My names
Gainey-of the Post. Have a Gig
aret?"
PARROT accepted the cigaret, held
il to the lighted match that Ganiey
provided. Thanks" he said, but
there was no gratitude in his ex-
preston.
Won't you tell us all about it?"
Gainey went on.
I amt got nothin' to say the
words we're muttered, half-inaudi-
BILE
oh. but you must havel You're
in a lam here and we want your
side of the story"
L amt got nothin' to say!
Parrot repeated belligerently, EEK
cept that I didn't do nothin'
They've got no right to keep me
here. They got no right to do it!''
well. then" said Gainey. Tets
hear about it,"
His lips set in their sullen line
again and did not open.
THE room was quiet for several
Il moments. Then Fleming vent
ured a question. DO you admit
YOU we're here in fremont a week
ago. the night Tracy King was muir
dered?" he asked.
Still no answer.
Well said McNeal from his
desk, you've seen him, boys, 1 guess
there's no use wasting any more
time. Take him back to his cell,
joe"
The man whose wrist was attached
10 PARROTS turned. Put out that
cigaret.' he ordered.
Parrot dropped the cigaret to the
floor and Gainey stepped forward,
crushing it under his heel.
so long" he said cheerily.
1t was Just before Parrot reached
the door that he looked back. His
eyes were on Gainey and Fleming.
Listen, you wise guys!" he said, "I'll
tell you this much. They amt goin'
to keep me here! I got friends. see9
I amt goin' to stay in no Jail. I got
friends that will get me out Of here
I amt done nothin' and they can't
prove nothin' and 1 amt goin' to
stay here"
The detective had his hand on
the door and with a jerk opened it.
"Thatn do" he said. Come on.
Step on it."
Then the door swung shut.
Gainey gave a low whistle.
Sweet customer. he said to Nc
Neal. sweet, gentle customer"
We're used to them the captain
growled. His voice sounded weary.
What's the dope on him?" Flem-
ing wanted to know.
We're holding him. McNeaI told
them. for questioning. We know
he was here the night Tracy King
was killed At least we know he was
here at 8 o'clock that night. We've
also got something else I'd rather
not say anything about just now
THE reporters urged but it was
4 of no avail. McNeal refused to
say any more. Bannister noticed
again how tired the detective cap
tain looked.
Drop in again late this after
noon" McNeal told them in part
ing L may have something for
you"
"A confession?" Gainey's grin,
as he said it, was impish. Three
times NcNeal had predicted con-
fession and each had failed.
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