The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-09-24

blue door, too. Tomorrow I'm going
away"
She noticed a certain elegance
about the tall, thin man wrapped in
the old lounging robe. His features
were sharply and beautifully cut.
His eyes were black and deep-set.
His abundant hair was half-silver,
half-brown, making it difficult to
guess his age.
Ruth said, You're Duncan Hunt
er. I've seen your name in the
books downstairs. I've enjoyed your
books, Mr. Hunter"
He laughed, this time almost
naturally. Ruth thought, Il must
make him talk to me"
She said, looking around the
cluttered hallway, Cant we sit
down and talk? I've been wakeful,
TOO"
He answered, after moment of
hesitation, I've little study up
here. Come"
TIE led the way down the hall,
II past several doors, to a room
which must once have been boys
work room. He took the candle
stick from her and placed it on
the table. He pulled two chairs
forward. "Sit down."
Ruth obeyed. They sat for a
moment, locking at each other. He
said, Il see now. You're not my
niece. You've dark eyes like hers.
Otherwise you're different.
haven't seen her in years"
Ruth smiled. I've been passing
for her with Bertha Gibbs" She
thought again, Il must keep him
talking!"
so it's you I've been lodging"
he remarked. you've given me
a good deal of annoyance by being
here. I'd expected to have the
house to myself Will you have a
cigaret?"
IF you WILL" answered Ruth.
Presently they were smoking to-
gether, with the tenseness between
them lessened. Ruth saiG. provoc-
atively, You came very quietly, but
know exactly when it was. 1t was
wait now, let me count back
it was Tuesday night about supper
time. Wasn't it, Mr.. Hunter?"
He nodded, The day you made
the excellent cake with the pink
icing. I'm greatly indebted to you
for that"
Ruth laughed. so Bertha was
cutting it for you! What big APP
petite you must have had that
night"
He said evenly, Il had Travelled
quite a distance"
Ruth saw his face grow grim and
shattered again. She said quickly,
And it was you who took the Stew
enson set, then! You'll never know
how l looked for those books"
Sorry" He was smiling again.
You like Stevenson, too?"
Then, incredibly, they began to
argue about their Stevenson favor
ties. Ruth held out for THE Mas
ter of Jallantrae"-exce for the
ending. Il think that's contrived
horror, written to please the pub
fishers"
Horrors happen" Duncan Hunt
er stated. Life produces them
without continuing. Greed spawns
them"
"TAKE me-" said Duncan Hunt
Il er ironically "A perfect
sample of what greed can produce
in the way of horrors. My brother
in-law wished to swallow a rail-
road, stockholders and all. l re-
minded him that he didn't need
such large meal and might develop
indigestion. And it was my fathers
railroad, at that, my dear girl. I
was proud of it. Felt a paternal
interest in the stockholders.
When my brother-in-law wouldn't
drop the idea, I struck him down
in a nice, mahogany paneled con-
ference room. 1t was the wrong
place to start a fight, of course
Doormen pulled me from him, and
the men sitting around the long
table immediately lost confidence in
my judgment"
MY brother-in-law, remembering
I'd been fooling with tropical plants
in the Brazilian jungle, decided to
elect me for insanity. Matter of
fact, I was running one of those
jungle temperatures. Out of my
head occasionally when the fever