The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-22

of the wasteland into the paved
length of Pulaski road.
Bobby staggered to a halt, and
listened; although he was painting
so hard that for a moment he
could hear nothing else, he soon
outdistanced pursuit, if pursuit
there was.
He looked about to orient himself,
concluded that he must go to the
left to find his car, walked a few
hundred yards along the lonely
rcadWay-and, with a heart-throb
OF thankfulness, found it at last.
BY the time he got back to town
he had regained both his breath
and his composure. He returned
the car to the place where he had
rented it and took a street car to
his rooms; there his first act was
to call Larry Glenn. But Larry's
phone did not answer, and Bobby
was obliged, at last, to go inglori-
ously to bed with his exciting story
untold
He went early to the sales
agency the next morning, got out
his demonstration car, and an
nounced that he was going to give
a prospect ride; then he drove
downtown, parked, and went to
the suite Of Offices occupied by the
Department of Justice men.
There, to his disappointment, he
learned that Larry was out of town.
with the date of his return uncer-
tain.
When Bobby heSitated and num-
bled that he had some important
information, be was invited to an
inner office where an agent named
Frank Watson sat down with him
and, in less time than Bobby would
have thought possible, extracted all
the factS-plus the invoice slip.
DO you think it amounts to
anything?" asked Bobby.
Watson was noncommittal. He
murmured that they would investi-
gate, thanked Bobby for bringing in
the information, and promised to
tell Larry what Bobby had done;
presently, Bobby was out in the
street again, feeling almost as if he
had been cheated out of something.
He wandered down the street, and
presently he came to the office
building in which Jean Dunn
worked; and the sight of this per-
1ectly prosaic box of steel and cut
stone afflicted him with all the ro-
mantle melancholy which might
visit a swain Who in a happier era
beheld again the rustic bower where
IN he had first kissed his lost love
Without exactly intending to- he
came to a halt in the entrance and
stood there, his last nights exploit
forgotten, thinking of the girl he
loved, who had told him, the week
before, that she could not marry
him.
"A T last he looked up-and. with
n start of amazement. saw
jeans father coming out of the
building. Mr.. Dunn saw him and
came toward him with one hand ex-
tended, smiling rather preoccupied
smile, They had hardly shaken
hands and greeted one another when
the banker said:
Bobby, do you know where Jean
tsp"
Bobby looked at him uncompre-
hendingly and said, "Why-isn't she
up there?"
No said Mr.. Dunn. II was lust
up. You see, came to town unex-
pectedly--I left Maplehurst on the
midnight train last night and got
here about 7. I had to come up in
connection with our robbery insur-
ance. I called jeans apartment
when l got in but there was no an
swer. So, thinking 1 would reach
her little later at her office. +
had breakfast and made another lit
tie call, and then came down here.
And they tell me she's gone out of
town for a few days."
"Out of town." said Bobby blank
ly.
Yes. I can't understand it. This
Mr.. Montague, her employer, wasn't
in but one of the girls said Jean
left day before yesterday. She didn't
know where she'd gone, or anything,
except that she supposed she'd be
back in few days"
The two men looked at each other.
You knew nothing about it?"
asked Mr.. Dunn. Bobby shook his
head. Il haven't seen her fora few
days." he said
Il don't understand" repeated
Mr.. Dunn. Jean wrote nothing to
us about it. She would surely have
written.
And then Bobby was struck bv
horrible thought-one that put an
actual, physical pain in his chest.
and made him feel a little weak and
glddy. Even as he told himself that
he was being disloyal and stupid for
even thinking it, he knew that he
could not rest until he could find out
about it. He seized Mr.. Dunn's
arm
I'm going up to Larry Glenn's
oftlce, he said, He's out of town,
too but they've got to tell me where
l can reach him. They've got to! 1
want him to know about this"
AT that moment Jean Dunn was
riding north in a big blue sedan,
aware at last that she was the vir-
tual prisoner of a desperate man;
and Larry Glenn. without knowing
1t. was standing in a room she had
quilted less than an hour before.
ITO Be Continued