Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 296, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 April 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HEBE TOBAT SIR NORMAN GREYES. formerly of Scot land Yard, joins the chase of MICHAEL. SAYERS. famous criminal. Sayers, masquerading- as Thomas I’ugsley. broker, is recognized by Greyes who sends a police inspector to accost Sayers on the street. Sayers shoots the inspector and escapes. Returning to his home, Michael questions his maid. JANET SOALE. Later at the golf club he finds Greyes seated in the grill. Known at the club as James Stanfield and suitably disguised. Michael is introduced to Sir Norman. The two men play a game of golf and their attention is attracted by the continued barking of a dog. Upon investigating they find the body of a man shot through the forehead. Greyes recognizes the man as a detective employed to shadow Thomas Pugsley. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Janet Continues A MERCHANT with offices in the city and a- country cottage for golf does not carry' a loaded revolver about with him. My heart quickened with excitement as I picked it up and handled it. I forgot my master’s indifference. I ignored the fact that although I am well enough to look upon, and that my face and figure have won me more admirers than I could count on the fingers of both hands, he had never cast a second glance in my direction. I still had faith in myself if I chose to make the first advances. I have never made them to any man, but I have an instinct? I believe that he is cold and unresponsive from habit. I believe that if I could make him understand the fires which are burning me up night and day, he would throw off his mask of coldness and mystery, would giva me that place in his life which I crave. I was loitering about his room, looking still at that closed drawer, when to my amazement a man entered —a thin, weedv-looking person, with sunken cheeks and a straggling sandy mustache. I am not easily frightened, but it gave, me a turn when he closed the door behind him. “What do you want?" I asked sharply. “How dare you come up here?” lie looked at me earnestly. It was obvious that my first thought was a mistaken one. This was not one of the admirers whom I found it difficult sometimes to keep at arm'slength. “Young woman,” he said, “I am a police officer. You seem to be a sensible girl. Answer the questions which I ask, do not obstruct me in the course of my duty, and you will be rewarded.”

"DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE A RATHER PRETTY GIRL?” HE VENTURED. , I looked at him in silence for several moments. I do not think that I changed color or showed anything of the terror which clutched my heart. My master was in danger. All the time I stood there, I was thinking. How was I to help? How could I help? ‘‘Your master returned here an hour or so ago," this man continued, “and has now gone off to play golf. I want the clothes which he wore when he came down.” “How do you know that he changed?” I asked. “I saw him come in and I saw him

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go out,” was the quiet reply. “Tills is his bedroom, is it not?” “It is,” I admitted. “Then the clothes ‘must be here. Where are they?” “I do not know,” I answered. “I was looking for them myself. I was just going into the bathroom next door to see if he had left them there.” He stepped back and entered the bathroom. He was only gone for a few seconds, but I found time to take the revolver from the drawer and to slip it into my loose pocket. “The bath has not been used,” he said a little shortly when he came back. “I should like you to stay with me while I search these drawers.” I made no objection, and he made a hasty search of the contents of the first two. When he came to the bottom one and found it locked, he gave vent to a little exclamation. He made no bones for what he did, nor offered any apology. With an instrument wihch he carried in his pocket, he forced the lock and bent ever the contents of the drawer. He was a man addicted, I should imagine, to silence, but I heard him muttering to himself at what he found. When he stood up. there was a smile of tiiumph upon his lips. “What time do you expect your master back?” he inquired. “I do not know,” I answered. “He was lunching at the golf club and playing a round afterward. About u o'clock, I should think.” He walked to the window and stood looking out over the links. I too looked out. In the far distance we could see two men playing. “Do you know the links?” he asked. “Very well,” I told him. ”1 have dved here all my life.” “What hole are they playing now?” “The seventh.” “What green is that just opposite?” “The seventeenth.” “Where is the tee for the eighteenth?” “Just out of sight, underneath the trees.” He nodded, apparently well content. His eyes lingered upon me. I saw a look in his face to which I was perfectly well accustomed. He had discovered that in my quiet way I was good-looking. He came a little nearer to me. “Are you fond of your master?” he asked. “I see very little of him,” I answed. “He gives no trouble.” “Do you know that you are rather a pretty girl?” he ventured, coming nearer still. ”1 am always very careful of strangers who tell me so,” I retorted, taking a step backward. He laughed. “You'll give me just one kiss for this?” he begged, holding out a silver crown. “You’ve told me just w T hat 1 w'anted to know.” I looked at him curiously. If it W’ere true that I was an intelligent girl, it was scarcely a compliment which I could return. For a police officer, he must have been a hopeless Idiot. ”1 don’t allow any one to kiss me,” I objected, pushing the coin away. “You must put up with it Just for once,” he insisted.

I scarcely believed that he was In earnest —and for the first time in my life a man kissed me upon the Ups. I can find no words even now to describe the fury which Was bom In my heart against him. I feared even to speak, lest my passionate words might carry some warning to him of the things which were in my hearc. He seemed perfectly Indifferent, how ever, and in a few minutes he strolled out and made his way across the garden to the little wood. I took up my master’s field glasses and satis fied myself that he was still a long distance away. I waited for a quarter of an hour. Then I took another path which led Into the shrubbery, and made my way cautiously to where the man was standing with folded arms, leaning against a tree. I drew nearer and nearer. I am light-footed, and I have even been called stealthy. It was part of my early training as a parlor maid to make no noise when I moved. So I stole to within a few yards of him, unperceived and unheard. I was a queer, gusty November day, with tumbled masses of clouds in the sky. and a wind which bent the tops of the sparse trees and brought the leaves rusting down. Soon there would be company for the creeping and crawling insects to whom winter meant death. And afterward! I had a vivid little mind-picture of a crowded courtroom, of the judge who might try me and the jury who might pronounce my fate. For a moment I shivered. Then I thought of my master, and I smiled. If he knew he would thank me. Some day he would know! I was so close that I think my victim felt the breath from my lips or the sensation of my approaching body. He turned quickly around and I saw his eyes wide open with apprehension. He would have shrunk away, but he seemed paralyzed; and as he stood there I shot him. He swayed on his feet an instant, then stumbled and slumped to the ground. I listened for a moment. Then I took the path back to the hor.se. I had finished what T came out to do.

Michael Carries on the Story My round of golf with the man who tvas the declared h(inter of my life and liberty afforded me no apprehension whatever, although I must confess that the first sight of Norman Gre.ves seated in the club grill, only an hour or so after he had witnessed the abortive attempt to arrest me, was something of a shock. T came to the conclusion. however, that his presence here was accidental, and in no way connected with that harmless and respectable inhabitant of the neighborhood, .lames Stanfield. I played golf steadil’v and with success. It was not until that startling discovery, close to the eighteenth tec, that my equanimity was seriously disturbed. As we looked dow'n upon the dead body of the plain-clothes policeman whom I haddast seen in Woollerton Rd.. we both recognized him. No hint of anything of the sort, how ever, escaped from my lips. After the first few seconds of stupefaction, Grfeyes naturally took

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charge of the affair, lie set ibe caddies to search all around for a weapon, and begged me to summon my gardener, or any one who might be of assistance. I called for Soale in vain, however, and remembering that he had asked leave to visit his brother at Mayford, l abandoned the quest. Subsequently, ore of the men working on the course appeared, and we carried the body into my tool-shed. Greyes locked ths door and telephoned for the police ar and doctor.

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

“You will excuse my apparent officiousness,” he said, “but I once had some connection with Scotland Yard.” “There is nothing to excuse,” I assured him. “I am only too'thankful that you happened to be here. Do you think that It is a case of suief&e?” “I have reasons for doubting it,” he repled, “apart from which, if it were suicide, the weapon would have been found. As the event happened so close to .your house and actually

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people themselves who benefit through law enforcement.” LOVE DREAM SHATTERED Serenader Fined SSO With Threat of Jail Sentence. CHICAGO, April 23.—Love's young dream had a rude awakening yesterday when Judge BSrasa fined James Dazey, 23 years old, an employe at

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the South Shore Country Club, Jot) and costs, and suggested that If ha didn’t pay he could do some serenading in jail. Dazey was arrested after Miss Frances Parker, 18 years old, 3979 Cottage Grove Are., had complained that he kept her awake at night serenading her on his guitar. Fish are believed to be sensitive to the amount of salt and oxygen In the sea-water through which they move.