The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-30

ana lnen, ne said, smiling in
the darkness. L think I know a
young man who'll be only too glad
% help you try to forget about the
whole business
She stared ahead at the light of
the auto lamps on the leafy road.
Who do you mean?" she asked in
tired voice
Bobby Wallace, of course"
She shook her head slowly. mo.
I've forfeited any claim ever had
on Bobby"
Larry reached down and took her
hand.
Tell me this, Jean" he said
quietly DO you love Bobby?"
The tears she had been unable TO
shed earlier that night came. now.
in binding torrent. Through
them. at last, he heard her cry de-
'pairingly, "Oh. Larry, of course l
Go. But he'll never want to see me
again-and I'll never be able to look
him in the face"
THEY were sitting IN the living
Il room of Jeans little apart
ment; Jean, her father. and Larry
Glenn. Refreshed by II solid hours
of sleep, Jean sat in an arm chair.
9lancing tondly back and forth
from one man to the other.
so, you see" Larry was saying,
the important thing is not to let
all that has happened blight your
life. You've been foolish, as YOU
say; but you've been no more fool
lsh than any girl might have been
under the same circumstances. The
cards were pretty we'll stacked
against you. after all"
He dropped his cigaret butt in an
ash tray and leaned forward, his
elbows on his knees.
The chief trouble" he said. was
that you worked for a black crook
and never suspected it until too
late"
You mean-Mr Montague?" she
asked
Il mean Mr.. Donald Montague"
he said grimly. He, by the way. is
cooling his heels in Jail right now,
| and before very long the legal pro-
fession will be rid of one of its
worst shysters-and the population
of Leavenworth prison will be in
| creased by one.
Don Montague" he went on.
after moment. represents the
sort of thing that every decent
lawyer wants to see stamped out.
He was one of the links in the
chain that makes large-scale crime
possible in this country. Every
lawyer has the right to defend a
man accused of crime, of course.
That's what lawyers are for. But
Montague didn't stop there. He
went on and became, to all intents
and purposes, a member of the
gang himself.
He helped the Jackson mob plan
things in advance. He told them.
beforehand, how to dodge the law.
He helped frame crooked alibis for
them, on occaSion-as he did when
the Dover police were on the verge
of pinning a robbery charge on
Sandy Harkins He helped them
dispose of their stolen bonds-as he
did in the affair that almost got
Bobby Wallace into a Jam.
THAT'S a hard one to figure. bv
Il by the way-why they should
have showed those bonds through an
outsider like Bobby. The reason.
1 presume, was that they figured it
would leave everybody in the clear
if the deal came to light. Lewis,
who passed the bonds, would be
rome. Montague, who bought them
from Bobby, would be able to tell
a story which, while manifestly
rather absurd, would still leave him
technically innocent. And Bobby
would have had to take the rap.
Anyhow, that's what MONTAGUE
was like. You worked for him.
He introduced you to the manager
Of the Golden Feather Night Club.
Naturally thinking that he was
perfectly respectable person, you
we're not suspicious of persons to
whom the manager, in turn, in
troduced you.
And then this final stunt of
e's-sending you off to car
rv letter to Harkins. That was
where he overplayed his hand a
little. He believed, I guess. that
YOU were so deeply involved with
Harklns that you either knew all
about Harkins' record or would be
unable to back out when you
learned it.
AT any rate, he had to get this
document to the Jackson outfit.
Montague has owned French Pete's
place for several years. It's an ideal
place for hideout for gang that's
lodging the law, but it's not good
for much of anything else. AS an
investment, it's complete wash
out. What Montague wanted to do
was simply transfer title to the
place to Jackson himself.
That was what you took down
there-faked papers, by which it
appeared that Jackson had come
into ownership of the place some
six or seven. years ago, at the time
this man Roubidoux got rid Of it.
1t had never actually been carried
in Montague's own name, by the
way. Included in the package were
directions on how to get there, and
a note to the caretaker instructing
him to turn everything over to
Jackson. Harkins and Lewis went
on ahead, took the place over and
then burned this note. Harkins
told me that, along with some
other stuff, before he died.
Montague, do you see, thought
you were an ideal messenger. He
thought that sending these papers
with you was infinitely safer than
either entrusting them to the mails
Or trying to get an underworld mes
senger through. He never ex-
pected you to come back, and he
didn't especially care. The Jack
son gang I should add had MANNED