The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-10-19
CHAPTER TWELVE

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CHAPTER TWELVE
Jean DUNN looked up from her
~ typewriter with a start to see
Sandy Harkins standing beside her
desk, grinning at her.
"Why-where'd you come from?"
she asked. He jerked his thumb at
her employers private office.
In there" he said.
I'm there?" she asked blankly.
why not? Him and I had some
business. I got things all framed up
for you and me to go horseback
riding"
Sandy, what are you talking
about?"
We'll. if you don't believe it, ask
him. Here he comes"
The door opened and Mr.. Mon
tague came over to them. He looked
more than ever the part of the solid,
prosperous Enthusiastically pressed
summer weight blue suit, florid face,
hair neatly barbered and brushed,
bringing a faint odor of tonic and
powder; middle-aged man who
had won success and money and
was pardonably proud of them and
Of his own appearance, and kindly.
friendly sort of person in addition
He beamed down at his pretty
stenographer.
It understand you already know
Mr.. Harkins?" he said, with one
hand on Sandy's arm. Jean nodded,
smiling.
Mr.. Harkins is a client of mine,
said Mr.. Montague. Nov you know
a lawyer exists to serve his clients;
and this particular client demands
that I permit my stenographer to
leave her work in the middle of the
morning and go out horseback rid
ing with him."
Jean gaped at him. His eyes twin
killed. gaily as he went on:
"And the funny part of it is, I'm
going to grant his request. might
lose him if I didn't. And I can't
afford to do that, you know. Can't
let good client get away from you.
So you're at his disposal, Miss Dunn,
until-Well, until tomorrow morning
AS far as I'm concerned, any way"
She still looked up, incredulous.
mo, mean it," said Mr.. Mon
tague. Get your hat and get out
of here. I don't want to see you
until tomorrow"
And he turned and went back into
his office. Jean looked up at Sandy
Will you tell me what on earth
this is all about?"
Come on-you heard him, didn't
you? Get your hat and we'll go
places"
TIE pulled her to her feet, laugh
Il u ing at her. Utterly bewildered
but feeling that day off was a day
off even when you couldn't under
stand it, Jean hurried off to make
herself ready. Five minutes later
she was sitting beside Sandy in his
roadster.
Il expect you'll want to get your
riding clothes on?" he asked. She
nodded, and he turned off the bou-
levard to go to her apartment. To
all her questions he returned joking
answers, refused to say more than
that, as Mr.. Montague's client, he
had demanded and obtained the
company of Mr.. Montagues stenog-
rapher for a day in the country.
He waited in the car while Jean
went into her apartment and
changed heT clothes. Then they
were off again, and before long they
had reached the Riding academy
and were mounted
They had been here several times
After that canoe trip, Jean had
found herself forgetting her scru-
Piles against having dates with this
tall Westerner.
Her conscience continued to NUT
ter darkly in the background, but
she silenced it with the reply that
Sandy was behaving like a perfectly
proper, if somewhat breezy, gentle
man. He had not even tried to kiss
her again. To this, Conscience has
replied ironically, Yeah, and who's
disappointed about that?" So that
Jean, coloring family, had refused
to listen any longer.
They cantered across field and
came out in a leafy country road.
where they refined their horses in
to a walk. Jean threw her head
back, looked up at the blue summer
sky, and luXuriated in the feel of
the wind on her bare throat.
You know, I've got it pretty
soft" she said. Here I get almost
a whole day off, and last week one
day Mr. Montague let me go home
in the middle of the afternoon"
I'm the lucky one," said Sandy.
Il got date out of it, each time"
We'll, it's pretty soft" said Jean
contentedly. 1T funny about Mr.
Montague. l haven't hardly been
earning my salary lately. What
day was that, anyhow"
Friday" said Sandy promptly IT
remember because that was Eve
LewisS birthday She bawled me out
for not remembering to be home for
her dinner party"
why Sandy-djd you break an
engagement to go canoeing with
me?" asked Jean.
Say, I'm glad I did-;or more
reasons than one"
Jean eyed him archly. What's
the other one?"
T. q
CANDY sighed. Jaw, there's a
- funny, mix-up here in town.
Seems there's holdup artist some
where around who looks like me-"
Sandy"
"Yeah-can you imagine?"
"HoW do you mean, Sandy?" she
asked, puzzled. How did you find
out about it?"
'Art tanning, down at the Gold