Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 297, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 April 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY SIR NORMAN GREYES. formerly of Scotland Yard, join? the eha?e of MICHAEL SAYERS, famous criminal. Sayers, masquerading- as Thomas Pugsley, broker, is.recognized by Greyes who sends a police Inspector to accost Sayers on the street. Sayers shoots the inspector and escapes. Known at the golf club as James Stanfield and suitably disguised. Michael is introduced to Sir Norman, Janet Soale. maid in the Ihome of Sayers, is secretly in lovo with her master. Detecting a policeman following Michael. Janet shoots the officer through the forehead, killing him instantly. Greyes and Sayers find the body. Both recognize the man. Greyes becomes suspicious that James Stanfield is in reality Michael Sayers, the master criminal. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Michael Continues 44 1 SHALE be only too pleased.” I I told him. “My staff is rather limited, as I am only here occasionally. My gardener is out for the afternoon, so there only remains my maidservant.” • • • I led the way into the house. Janet was busy is the kitchen, but came at oven to our summons. As usual, she was wonderfully neat, and her manner, although reserved, was perfectly open. “We want to know.” my conipan inn asked, “whether there have boon any callers at the house this afternoon?” “N-one, sir,” she replied, “except the boy with the chicken I ordered for the master’s dinner.” “Hava you seen any one about the place?” “No one, sir.” "Did you hear anything which night have been the report of a pistol. “Nothing at all, sir.” "Have you been outside the house yourself?” The girl shook her head. “I have had no .occasion to go out,” ?lr,” she replied. “I have been busy -Tk the kitchen.” t*~eyes nodded, and dismissed her i **er a few more unimportant question.! Soon police inspector arlived. and the doctor. I let them visit the scene of the crime alone. As soon as they had gone. I went upstairs. 1 looked in my tie drawer for the small revolver. It was not there. I looked in the bottom drawer, which

I MADE JIT WAT ACROSS THE SPONGY TURF TO WHERE HE WAS STANDING. I bad left locked, for the clothes which I had worn when I had made my escape. The drawer had been forced open, and the clothes, too. had uisappeared. Then I realized that I h'as faced with a problem. Someone had penetrated my defenses. I had been—l probably still was—in danger. I went down to the study and summoned Janet once more to my presence. When she arrived. I took my seat between her and the door. I made her face the window. Down in the shrubbery the police inspector was still talking to Greyes. “Do yon know anything about this affair which you did not tell Sir Norman Greyes?” I asked her. “Yes, sir,” she replied. I looked at her thoughtfully. She was very straight and shapely In the .gray twilight. Her eyes met mine without flinching. I have been an inWiffereut student of women’s looks, wit I realized then that they wore a

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very beautiful though rather a cruel color, greeny-brown of a light shade, with delicate lashes and finely cut eyebrows. There was a passionate curve to her lips which I had never before noticed, ller hair was brown and lustrous. “You had better tell me everything. Janet,” I enjoined. “Soon after you had gone out,’” she said, “the man who lies in the toolhouse came here and asked me questions about you. He made his way into your bedroom. He was anxio to see the clothes in which you had j traveled down. He opened the bottom drawer of your wardrobe and found them.” “There was a revolver in the top drawer,” I remarked. “I had discovered that and hidden it,” she replied. “And after ho had found my clothes?” “Hi went down to the shrubbery to wait for you.” ,I’Did he say what ho wanted?” “lie had told mo that ho was an officer of the police.” “And then?” “I went down the other path, and 1 made my way across the spongy turf to where lie was standing. When I was so near that there was no chance of missing him. I shot him.” I am a man to whom courage is second nature, and I have seen death trifled with, and trifled with it myself, like the juggler with his ball, but I have never heard it spoken of with more indifference. Outside, the figures of the detective and his companion were still visible in the little wood. The body of the dead man was only a few yards away. I leaned forward and I looked at the girl, striving to get past the almost cynical impenetrability of her speech. “Why did you do this, Janet?” 1 asked. “He did what no man in the world has ever dared to do before, sir." she replied. "lie kissed me—upon the lips! I wonder that I did not kill him where he stood;” “Had you no other reason than that, Janet?” I persisted. “I wished to save you sir," she answered. “To save me from what?’ “From the law.” “You think that I was in danger?" “I know that you were.” “Who or what do you think T am?” “A great criminal,” she answered. I was staggered, for it was plain to me now that I must have been at this girl's mercy many a time. Sh* went on slowly. “I have always believed.” she continued. "that you were leading a double life. The few visitors you have had have come at night, and secretly. Whenever you have arrived ! here, and Mr. Stanfield has recoin ; mended to play golf, there has been ,i tragedy or a great robbery reported in the newspapers on the following morning. 1 always felt that some day or other this would happen. Now that it has come, I am glad.’ ’ “You realize that you killed a man in cold blood?” I persisted, determined to try' her to the limit. “I am glad that I have,” she re. plied. “For a domestic servant,” I said, “you have a wonderful sense of your obligations.” “You need not scoff at me,” she complained. “I am a woman, a dangerous woman, but a clever one. I was not brought up to he a servant. I am fit to be your companion. That is my' hope.” “I have never trusted a woman in my life,” I told her. “You will trust me,” she declared in a low tone* “You will remember what I have done for you today. I am the woman who was marie to complete your life. You hail' better realize it and make use of me. You will not regret it.” b'lie catne a. little closer to me, and though women have never been more than the toys of my idle moments. I felt the passion of her strike into my heart. My senses were aflame. I saw life differently. Her voice became softer and more, sibilant. Her eyes were appealing, but inhuman. “You shall marry’ me,” she continued. ’"I have a fancy about that, and I insist. Then think of the bene fit. Ts disaster should come, F shall never tie able to give evidence against you. But there will lie no disaster. I know how clever you are. I. too. have brains. Say that this means sotnethlng to you. I have given proof of my devotion. Repay me.” I took her Into my arms. There was a strange fire in her kiss which warmed my blood, a fierce delight in tier strange-colored eyes which amazed while it enthralled me. This modern Borgia seemed to have fastened herself onto my life. The figures of the men In the little wood grew more shadowy. “Where is the pistol?”r whispered, ' holding her away from me for a moment. “Where no one will ever find it,” she answered. "And the clothes?” “Burned. I run no risks when your safety is in question.” The searchers came back to the I house half an hour or so later. I ! was busy rebinding the handle of ; my’ putter. Janet was in the kitchen | preparing my dinner. Greyes ac- ! cepted a whisky and soda. He looked tired and a little dejected. “Any luck?”! asked him. under my breath, as he prepared to take his leave. He shook his head. “So far as circumstantial evidence is j concerned.” he admitted. “I am afraid |we shall ho in a bad way. A more | brutal murder 1 never remember. A young man. too. with a wife and three '*r four children, simply out to do his duty. If—” He stopped short, swallowed a little sob In his throat, and turned sway. "I hope that you will give me another game of golf some day. Mr. Stanfield.” he said, as he prepared to take his leave. "With great pleasure.” 1 assented. * * * Sir Norman Greyes’ Decision Yesterday the inquest on poor Richard Ladbrooke, after having been twice adjourned, resulted in a verdict if murder against some pArson or persons unknown. The verdict . wato. r.a<xuca ujoa BUI Sfcil

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rnt criminal methods. It pulls at the strings of my conscience with sickening intensity. Eadbrooke had found a clew which lie confided to no one. tie had traveled down to Woking in eareh of the missing man Pugsley—nr Michael Sayers, as [ believe him to have been. He must have been murdered there either by Pugsley himself or some confederate; yet not one of us has been able to lay our bands upon a single shred of evidence. j. have been unable to tear my a elf

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away from the place. I have had several games of golf with Mr. Stanlield, and 1 have dined with him once at his house—a very excellent dinner and wonderfully cooked. He is desirous of offering a small reward for the apprehension of the murderer, but at present I have not encouraged him. I do not want a crowd of people stirring up the waters. I have not said as much to any one—not even to him: but I am making it the object of my life to lay my hand* upon

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the so-eS.lled Thomas Pugsley. The day I find him, the mystery of Ladbrooke’s murder will be solved. And 1 shall find him! “The Kiss of Judas,” second story ot this remarkable series, will begin in our next issue. A big shark, landed at Cardiff recently, was found to contain seven other sharks, measuring up to two and a half feet.

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WHITE MEN. NO LIKEE Watches, Money and Everything Missing, So Chinese Issue Order. NEW YORK, April 24. —Four hun rlred Chinese members of the Chinese Merchants Association look forward sanguinely to returning home from their annual outing at Bean Mountain, up the Hudson, next. July, with all , their watches at the ends of their

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chains and their purses in their respective pockets. No white man has been invited to attend the outing. This was announced today by one of the prominent members, Foo Joe Foo, who explained: “Two years ago plenty white man go along with Chinese up the Hudson to have good play time. What happen? Plenty pocketbook, plenty money, plenty watches no can find in,

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pocket of Chinese when come back. So last year, we say no white man without card from association can come play. Better, but not all right. Ninetyseven watches missing. So now this year no white man come ’long. Thai more better,” Maybe keep watches.’’ As an offering to the rain god, a native was publicly burned to death In Rhodesia by the elders of his tribe. By a coincidence, rain fell almot Immediately afterward.