The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-03-27

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persons dressed in white, efficient
and skillful. Out into the darkness
she went, her heart throbbing with
in her.
Down the driveway-stealing
through the shadows as she went
to the meeting place. And Harry
was there, reaching out eager arms
to her, drawing her into his arms,
his face against hers.
If you hadn't come" his teeth
clicked together. God, this day has
been endless. Vera told me-to be
careful. She says you're two-timin'
me, baby. She warned me-but the
year is up tomorrow and we're going
away together, lingo, never to be
separated again-after tomorrow
night, baby"
She lay unresisting against his
shoulder, her hand in his.
THE year is up-tomorrow.
Slowly, and then after a long sill
ence: you used to tell me every
thing, Harry -"
The words tumbled from his lips:
"a fortune, Jingo-a fortune, 1 tell
you. Vera's slick-she's got the
combination to the safe. I'm not
telling you our planS-they can't
hang anything on you when it
comes off, but another "a hours will
turn the trick. We've been waitin'
long time, baby-but the break is
here. love you So"
"a long time" lingo said softly,
YEARLY.
Harry Strengthened up jerked his
head. His voice was quick, hard:
I've lived it, dreamed it, planned
every move. Nothing is goin' to
stand in the way. II told Vera
that even you-you-would get the
works if you tried to crab it. It's
been here!" and he thumped his
chest with his fist
It's been brewin' here and
formin-since heard about those
stones. I knew the break would
come and it has And then you'll be
mine, baby. You'll be happy, too
I'll do anything to make you happy,
love you So"
You have always been good to
me, Harry"
And after tomorrow, lingo,
sweetheart" he whispered as he
turned to her and took her once
more in his arms. After to-
morrow"
A S she climbed the stairs YEARLY
L n to her room, the muted notes
of silver throated violins spun a
web of soft melody through the
great house. over the voices.
laughter.
She stood at the window OF Mrs.
Deys room and looked out across
the moonlight flooded lawn. A man
in evening clothes was standing out
there alone, Silhouetted against the
night sky; standing with his hands
in his pockets looking out across the
lake towards the little green island
where for six hours they had lived
in the present; forgetting the past.
And on a couch lingo Sobbed
through the hours. She heard the
roar of the motors leaving the
driveway, one by one, and stiffness
settled down. She bathed her eyes
and was ready when Mrs. Dey came
up, weary, irritable, to be undreSsed.
She held out the scintilliating rope
of precious stones and motioned to
the white box on the dresser.
Put these back, JesSica, and be
sure to close the door and turn the
safe dial. I shall return them to
the bank in day or two. L keep
them in a safety deposit box there
for safety. There are a good many
persons who know about those
emeralds-"
lingo stood for moment before
the round safe in the wall, the white
box III her hand. She heard Mrs.
Dey get into her bed in the adjoin-
ing room. She reached up, closed
the door with a sharp little click,
twirled the dial to make sure it was
secure, and then tiptoed from the
room.
ITO BE COntinued.)