The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-02-15
MSTRANGE CAsE& JULIA Craig
Copyright NEA 1880

The big Irishman smiled. "Sure.
But no shenanigans. Just singin'."
When Julia walked onto the
floor for her second number she
saw Dunphy at one of the tables
near the microphone. He nodded
pleasantly. 1t was abvious that he
was enjoying his assignment to
bring Julia Craig to headquarters.
All through the song, Julia's
eyes searched the big room for
Tom Payson or Smith Garland
but they were nowhere in sight.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
A S long as Julia Craig lived she
L n would never spend another
hour such as the one which fol-
lowed her entrance into that dark
building with Dunphy at her side.
The big Irishman had been full
of consideration, but it was all too
obvious that he regarded her with
suspicion. He had watched Julia's
every move, even during the ride in
the taxi from the White Club.
But what can they want me for?"
she asked him nervOusly. 81 don't
know anything about it,"
He grinned. ut don't do any
good to tell me that, miss. You
got to tell that to the captain and
the prosecuting attorney"
That was while they were in the
taxi, before he had led her into a
cluttered, dimly lit office where two
men sat in thick haze of cigar
smoke
One was uniformed, thick-set and
almost bald. The other was young
and sharp-featured. AS he turned
his head to look at Julia he re-
minded her of some bird of prey
suddenly regarding field mouse.
This is Julia Craig" Dunphy
said, as if she were some insignifi-
cant object he had just taken from
his pocket and tossed onto the table.
The police captain nodded. "Sor-
ry to trouble you, Miss Craig. But
Mr.. Buchen, our prosecuting at
torney, has some questions to ask
you"
THE younger man smiled, but
a there was nothing in his smile
which appealed to Julia as she
obeyed his order-it was hardly an
lnvitation-to sit down.
You were aboard George Wood
lords yacht when it cruised In tn
his hunting lodge on Evergreen
Island, weren't you, Miss Craig?"
Yes. But"
Please =" He held up a
metlculously manicured hand, ".Just
answer my questions, Miss Craig II
Will be easier-and quicker. Now ), he
stopped moment, giving her that
false smile again, now, you saw
Royal Nesbitt."
OF course"
When was the last time Won sow
him?" '0' ''"
The evening before he"
was murdered?" asked Buchen
quickly. 0iie'1
II wasn't going to say that"
Again Buchens smile. "Of course
not. What were you going to sav9"
l saw him the evening before he
disappeared from the yacht. They
told me he'd stopped off at Condor
TO take the plane into town"
"Why?"
HHERED been a hunting acct
l. dent. Mr. Nesbitt was Shot in
the shoulder, and" Julia stopned
confused and helpless. She prew
suddenly angry. why are YOU ask
ing me all these questions? WHY
don't you ask Mr.. Woodford? IT was
his yacht. Nesbitt was his guest
and" '''
I've already talked with GEORGE
Woodford." said the prosecuting at
torney. In fact" his voice grew
smooth. sit was he who suggested
we talk with YOU"
Julia's mouth opened in astonish-
ment. why did he suggest that2
Why don't you talk with the restp
With Nash, and Mrs. Joseph"
All in good time" interruuted
the police captain. Just now we
wanted to see you"
How long had you known Mes
bit? Before you made this yacht
ing trip?"
Yes" Julia answered-and then
could have slit her own tongue.
Indeed?" said Buchen. his ewes
widening. How long before?"
ITO Be Continued)