The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-12

his eyes upon her. finished the
drink quickly.
Want another?"
Later. I'm going to scramble
more eggs, if you don't mind. I
never could eat cold eggs"
He had slumped down in chair,
watching her gloonily as she
mixed the eggs in a bowl and
whipped them steadily
She turned to the stove, stirred
them into a hot skillet. Oh, why
didn't the taxi come! 1t must be
all of a half hour. If her plan
failed in the end-but no, it must
not fail. 1t couldn't fail. The
driver had understood perfectly.
She went into the breakfast
room, got cloth and napkins and
came back.
"A lot of fuss" Alan said, "over
a little food. Let's cut the frills."
A mn, spreading the cloth, smiled
n at him. There's nothing to
hurry about and I like the table to
lool; nice"
There was the taxi coming up
the drive. Allan had not heard it.
His head had dropped to his arms,
on the table.
I forgot the silver. VIII you
please get some?"
He got to his feet and staggered
into the dining room. For Heav-
ems sake, Ann"
She few to the front door, grab
bing her hat and coat on the way.
The driver had reached the door.
In another moment he would have
pressed the bell. He helped Ann
into the cab, got in himself and
turned on the ignition.
They were driving away when AL
Ian rushed to the porch. Ann
he shouted.
Drive on, please" Ann said.
Don't stop"
Now that her frightful suspense
was behind her she leaned back
against the seat, shivering in her
wet garments, tears pouring down
her cheeks.
The driver guessed that this girl
had quarreled with the fellow who
yelled at them. Perhaps he was
her husband Women we're always
running away from their husbands.
There was the girl who mad run
away from that young millionaire,
Peter Kendall.
The taxi driver hadn't believed
the story until the detective who
had questioned him told him
there'd be a fat sum in it if he
could locate the girl The detective
had tipped him literally, too, for the
information he had given-about
dropping the girl at the restaurant
for breakfast. The cab driver never
had heard whether or not they had
found the girl. If she was the wife
of a millionaire, she probably had
gone back TO him.
He had not seen this girls face.
She had opened the door and
rushed out on the porch just as he
reached the door. She had not
waited to put her coat and hat on,
but had run to the car. Women
were certainly queer.
There had been something about
her that seemed familiar. He didn't
quite know what it was.
She was crying now. He could
hear muffled sobs. Probably she re-
gretted running off from her hus-
band and would be telling him in
moment to take her back. He
shrugged. Well, it was all in a
night.
The taxi sped along through the
darkness, rain beating f1ercely
against the windows.
THE driver leaned back, turning
l. his head slightly, Where to,
miss?"
After a moment the girl an
swered in a husky tone, DO you
know where Roland-st is?"
Roland-st. He had to think
moment. It's on the east side of
town
He remember now. 1t was an
Old street filled with cheap brick
apartment buildings. Il think I
know where it is"
Ann couldn't bear going back to
the dready, lonely apartment just
then. Sheila was out with Jimmy.
1t would be several hours before she
returned. She felt faint at the
thought of the place. Maybe she
would feel better if she stopped at
the drug store on the corner and
had some hot chocolate.
The taxi was nearing Roland-st
please let me out at the drug store
on the corner" Ann said.
The cab driver he lied at the curb
and Ann got out. She opened her
purse. Luckily she had enough to
pay the fare. She counted out the
money and handed it to the driver.
He was staring at her, a queer eX-
preston in his eyes.
Well, she must look strange with
the wet coat clinging to her, her
eyes red from crying.
She went into the drug store.
The taxi driver continued to stare
at AIMS retreating back. Yes, sir,
there wasn't a doubt This was the
same girl he had driven away from
that swell apartment. Young Peter
Kendall's wife.
He was excited. He followed Ann
and saw her sitting at table in the
corner. Wont you want a cab to
60 home in, miss? can wait"