The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-03-30
CHAPTER THIRTY-TwO

THE long French windows OF the
Il living room we're open upon the
verandes and a pale summer moon
i cast a path Of silver across the lake;
a path that receded and advanced
with the rolling of the water.
Joseph was setting up bridge
table when they came in from the
dining room.
You play bridge, Of course" re-
marked Ann casually as she stood
4 for a moment beside lingo Judge
z Davies is a splendid partner"
+ lingo shook her head. No, Miss
/ Westmore. I do not play bridge. 1
have never had time TO learn"
Ann most reluctantly seated her
+ self at the table opposite the
7 Judge. her mother and Mrs. Dey
being their opponents. John mo-
f toned 20 the divan before the fire.
pace.
I want 10 talk to you. Jessica
And-you said you had something
TO tell me"
+ For a brief instant her shoulders
/ straightened as she stood beside
him. Her hands were clenched
tight in the folds of the sapphire
blue gown.
+ She would tell him now. He
would know that she was Tom
I Carriers daughter; he would know
that she was the exhibit DR.. Bob
had spoken Of; the person reared
+ i'm the home Of a gangster; who had
lived their lives. The year was
up. But she had justified DR.. Bob's
faith.
7 bid no trump" Ann Westmore's
voice came to her from the bridge
table near the French windows.
John, do come and play my hand.
I am not in the mood for bridge,
7 really"
You will excuse me tonight,
Ann"
He was still standing beside lingo,
waiting.
The bridge players were again in
I tent on their game. Ann was dis
/ clIsSing the honors she had held in
the last hand. lingo turned slowly.
John was smiling at her. Her lips
barely moved.
Mr.. Jock"
I You are not thinking of run
ming away again. are you?"
Just - for few minutes,
please. will come back. I want
I to look in on the children"
She wanted to put her arms
+ around the curly headed little girl
upstairs who demanded stories of
: Peter Pan; she wanted to hold
+ close against her the little boy who
i looked so much like Mr.. Jock; whose
brown eyes crinkled at the corners
when he laughed.
You will come back. JesSics?
I will be waiting"
I will come back. I have some
thing to tell you-first. I must
I tell you"
AT the landing she turned and
/ looked down. He was standing
below in the hall, smiling up at
her Her feet seemed drag as
she went down the long hall to the
nursery. She was going to say
/ goOd-by to Jackie ard to Betty
Lou.
She opened the door softly. Then
she stopped short. her hand pressed
f against her throat. There was a
F hospital door. strong. potent! Etherl
+ Betty Lou and Jackie lay sprawled
on their beds, asleep. their faces
unnaturally flushed in the dim light
+ from a small bedside lamp.
lingo bent over them. She
+ shook the boy by the shoulder, but
he did not open his eyes.
Dear God-I have waited too
long. Thought it was the
emeraldsl Nothing must happen to
his understanding must hap
pen"
THE door back Of her creaked
i and she stepped benin it
+ quickly.
F Vera Bailey came in, a black hat
T low over her face, wearing a dark
coat. a blanket over her arms. She
. locked the door carefully before she
+ turned around. The face beneath
the little black hat was contorted
and CHASTITY white in the pale light
as she stepped nearer lingo.
You sneak" she Missed. Il told
Harry-yOu'd double-crosS him again
but this jOb-is-gOing through.
She drove her hand into her coat
+ pocket and for one second lingo
stood there. her head thrown back.
f her arms OutSpread in a protecting
f gesture for the children on their
bedS-face to face with the frenzied
woman.
one Of the windows opening out
Of the porch roof had been thrown
wide open. and the curtains beloved
F gently in the night breeze that came
in from the lake.
Then she whirled about, flinging
out her arm and her fingers pressed
against the button in the wall. The
room was enveloped in darkness. She
sprang forward and her arm closed
about Vera and the two swaying
forms rocked together in the center
OF the room.
Something metallic fell from
Vera'S hand and she bent 10 reach
for II. Jingo's foot struck it and 1t
sid across the floor. hitting with a
dull thud against the opposite wall
A muffled cry-scuffling feet-hard
breathing.
Il was useless 10 call fer help.
+ The servants were IN their own
/ quarters now and the Deys and their
F guests were at the far side of the
great rambling house. The door was
locked on the inside, the key in
Vera's pocket.
Inch BY inch. Jingo's strong arms
were pushing Vera back toward a
closet door. Inch by inch. Vera
fought her back. and inch by inch
lingo once more regained her