The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-10-19
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Golden Feather the other night and
saw me. So they went home and
talked it over and decided that since
I looked like the bird they'd bet
ter pick me up. The word got out,
some way. and Art heard about it
and told me-"
He looked over with an expression
OF mock dismay.
You mean-you mean they-they
want to arrest your"
Yeah"
He took out cigaret and lit it.
apparently supremely unconcerned.
But Sandy! What are you going
to do?"
He laughed.
We'll, as soon as this ride is fin
iShed, I'm going down to police
headquarters and explain the mis-
take and ask them to stop worry
ing about me-" he said lightly.
She was still uneasy.
Are you sure they-theyu be-
lieve you?"
Once more he laughed confidently.
Il know they will"
"How?"
Because" he said, half turning
in his saddle to look at her, at tie
moment that this particular rob-
berry was being committed. out on
the east side of town, you and I
were in a canoe Is miles away, pad
ding along the river"
His eyes rested on hers. and she
felt a weight disappear from her
chest.
"Oh, Sandy-really?"
Sure. That's why I said was
glad in more ways than one that
you got the afternoon off last Fri
day. If you hadn't I'd probably
have had the devils own time try
ing to persuade these coppers I'm
an honest man. This way it's per-
fectly simple. All we've got to do
is go down there and explain about
last Friday afternoon, and every
thlngn be settled. But if I hadn't
been with you it all might have been
pretty unpleasant before I got
things Strengthened out"
Jean stared at him, somewhat
startled.
"We?" she said
1t was his turn to look surprised.
why. of course. You'll go in with
me, won't you? Being more or less
| of stranger here, I might have
trouble getting them to take my
word for it, but with you along"
LIE gestured airily with his Gig
Il Il aret. Jean told herself that
it was silly to feel any reluctance
toward going to the police station
with him. After all, he'd been the
victim of silly mistake, and it was
a stroke of luck that with her help
he would be able to keep the mis-
take from becoming serious.
"Oh, of course, I'll CO." she said.
Its just that-oh, I suppose it's
just because I've never been in
police station, and 1 always sort Of
imagined them as dirty and messy,
and"
He laughed.
Wont take five minutes" he
said And there's no hurry about
it, Well finish our ride and have
some lunch first. Okay?"
She nodded, and in a sudden
mood of gaiety spurred her horse
down the road. He was after her
instantly. and they finally returned
to the barn flushed and breathless,
their hair and clothing whipped
awry by the wind, their spirits ex-
uberant.
Sandy seemed to be in no hurry,
and he seemed also to be anxious
that the trip to police headquarters
should not be too oppressive pros
pect to her.
He took her to a suburban inn
for lunch, and they sat for a long
time on a breeze washed veranda
while Sandy talked about nothing
at all in his self knocking, half
affeCtionate manner. At last.
glancing at his watch, he suggested
that they "get it over with"
Three quarters of an hour later
he found a parking place near the
gloomy police headquarters and led
Jean up the worn steps. She fol-
lowed him across a muSty hall into
a dilapidated elevator, which creaked
and wheezed its way to the third
floor Then they went down an even
MUSTER hall to a door which bore
a sign, Detective Bureau"
Rather timidly she followed Sandy
into what seemed to be a waiting
room, where half a dozen persons
sat about on plain wooden benches.
Sandy led her toward a bench at
the side of the room. Two men were
sitting there, and one of them got
up and smiled as they approached.
To jeans amazement, it was Mr..
Montague.
well, Miss Dunn" said, smiling.
Il understand you're going to be
the heroine that helps Sandy out of
this absurd predicament he seems
to be in?"