Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 298, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 April 1923 — Page 8

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Sir Norman Grcycs. formerly of Scotland Ya:d. is devoting his life to tracking down an arch criminal of many aliases and disguises, but known to him as Michael Sayers. Among Sayers’ secret abodes was a cottage near an English golf course where he was served by a housemaid, Janet'Soale. and lived as “Mr. Stanfield." One day while Sir Norman, a guest at the golf club, was playing the course with "Stanfield.” Janet shot ami killed a police olfieer who had tracked Sayers to the spot. The maid prcfess°d to her master and to Sir Norman complete ignorance, but later confessed to "Stanfield" and became his accomplice, as is told in the present story by Sir Norman. ON the evening of my return from the Riviera •■after a threemonths’ holiday, I was accosted in the lounge of Mar-ridge's Hotel by a middle-aged man of inconspicuous appearance who had been seated in a comer alone. It some few seconds before I could recall him to my memory, but curiously enough a crowd of unpleasant associations gathered themselves together in my mind even before I had recognized him. ‘‘You haven’t forgotten me and our golf down at Woking, Sir Norman?” he asked. I knew all about him then. ‘‘Mr. Stanfield, isn't it?” I said. "No, 1 haven't forgotten.” I was a few minutes early for my party, and I accepted the offer of a •ocktail from my golfing acquaintance. “That was an extraordinary interruption to our first game.” he remarked. ‘‘l never fancied my little house much afterward. I gave it up, in fact, within the year. “ I heard you had left," I told him. “You had no luck in your investigations, Sir Norman?” he inquired. I shook my head. The subject was still a sore one with me. “I had no luck at all," I confessed. “I came to certain conclusions which carried me a little way along the road, but all the clews ended abruptly. Yet I don’t despair. I always have Lite fancy that some day qr other I shall solve that mystery.” The waiter brought the cocktails, and we raised our glasses. “I drink, then, to that day. Sir Norman,” my companion said.

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‘‘EXCUSE ME, BUT YOU ARE SIR NORMAN GREYES?” HE ASKED. "I am with you.” I declared heartily. We talked Idly of various matters for a few moments—principally of golf, which I had been playing regularly in the South of France. There were several dinner-parties being given in the restaurant that evening, and some very beautiful women were in evidence. One in particular attracted my attention. She was tall, slenmu ~ Say “Bayer” and Insist! jenulne) Unless you see the ‘‘Baver Cross” on package or on tablets you are not get ting the genuine Bayer product prescribed by physicians over twenty-three years and proved safe by millions for Colds Headache Toothache I.umbago Earache Rheumatism Neuralgia Pain, Pain Accept “Bayer Tablets of Aspirin” only. Each unbroken package contains proper directions. Handy boxes of twelve tablets cost few cents. Druggists also sell bottles of 24 and 100. Aspirin is the trade mark of Bayer Manufacture of Monoaceticacldester of SalicyllcaclcL—Advertisement.

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der, slim, beautifully made. plexion was perfect, although a little j colorless. Her strange-colored eyes I had a nameless attraction. Her hair. ’ beautifully coiffed, was just the shade I of brown which appealed to me. She j bowed to my companion as she j passed, and joined a little group at the j farther end of the hall. The last thing j I noticed about her was her wonderful string of pearls. “That is a very beautiful woman,” ' I remarked. “Do you know wl-> she is?” “A South American widow—Dc 1 Mendoza, her name is.” “You know her?” “My humble apartment is on the same floor as my companion replied. “She is gracious enough sometimes to remember the fact that we meet occasionally i the lift.” My friends arrived, and I made my adieux to my erstwhile golfing ac- ! qualntanee. Somehow or other, my j meeting with him had left an un- j pleasant impression behind it. It j had forced my thoughts back to the ; humiliating recollection of the facr that the murderer of Riohurd I/ad brooke still remained undiscovered and that the man who had called him self Pugsley had walked away from detection under our very eyes and ; had never been heard of since. Among my fellow-guests was an j official of the Home Office, and our j conversation naturally drifted into the subject of social order. “Your connection with Scotland Yard having long since ceased. Sir j Norman,” he remarked to me, “you ( will not be oversensitive as to facts, j The epidemic of crime which was raging about two years ago seems to have broken out again with exactly the same results. There are four undetected murders .and five great robberies up to the debit of your late department. Our people believe that the same person Is at the head of it who planned all those robberies eighteen months ago and escaped arrest by shooting the In speotor." T affected to t.ik only a casual In- j terest in the information: but as a ! matter of fact, I was considerably moved. If the man who had last concealed his identity under the name of Pugsley, but whom I strong1-- suspected to be the notorious Michael Sayers, had really come out Into the open once more, life would certainly possess anew Interest for me during the next few months. We were a party of six that evari n g—a celebrated criminal lawyer and his wife, my friend from the Home Office, with his wife and sister-in-law. and myself. The criminal lawyer, who was our host, heard scraps of our conversation and leaned forward. "You did well to leave Scotland Yard when your reputation stood high. Sir Norman,” he said “Anew era of crime has dawned, and the struggle Is no longer equal. It isn't the riffraff of the world today who take to murder and burglary. The skilled and conscienceless scientist has taken their place The criminal of today, In nine casT out of ten, is of higher mental caliber than t+io detective who Is opposed to him.” “The struggle should he the more interesting.” T remarked vaguely. It was a fancy of mine that my continued Interest in my profession should remain as little known as possible, and I talked for som* t!m° on Indifferent subjects to the ladv who was seated by my side. We admired Mrs. D n Mendoza and her gorgeous rope of pearls. My host intervened. “It is women like that,” he commented. “who choose to deck their bodies with jewels of fabulous value, who encourage crime. “Roughly speaking, T dare say that necklace is worth eighty thousand pounds. If it is really true that Pugsley Is oilco more at work, what an opportunity!” “A woman must be very brave.” rry hostess declared, “to run such risks.” “The jewels are probably in the hotel safe most of the time.” I sug gested. "I don’t suppose she goes out in them.”’ Our host smiled. “I can imagine Pugslev finding a few minutes In the hotel cjuite suffi dent,” he observed. “He or his successors. whoever they may be. would think little enough of human life by the side of, say. 50.000 pounds. By killing at sight they certainly increase their chances of escape.” That, closed our conversation upon the subject. We sat about in the lounge ahd drank coffee and hnuors. danced for a time and smoked a few cigarettes. The party broke up as the lights in the lounge were being lowered. I was the only one of our little gathering remaining in tne hotel. and I was talking for a few moments to the head porter, who was an old acquaintance of mine, when a man made a somewhat hurried entrance through the swring-doors and | seemed on the point of proceeding to the office. As he saw me, however, he hesitated, and turning aside, addressed me.

•‘Excuse me, hut you are Sir Norman Greyes?” he asked. I admitetd the fact. “Can I ask you to give me five minutes of your time on a matter of urgent business?” I looked at. him with some surprise. His voice and address were good, and in appearance he, differed In no respect from the crowd of diners who frequented the place. lie drew a card from his packet and handed it to me. 1 stepped underneath one of the electric standards and looked at the card, “Mr. Stanley Delchester.” T'nderneath was the name of a famous insurance company.l motioned j him to follow mo into the deserted j lounge and Invited him to take a chair. “Many years ago. Sir Norman." he ; reminded me. “when you were offi- i oially engaged at Scotland Yard, you j saved our firm a great loss in the j matter of the Hatton Gardens emerald theft." “I remember it quite well,” I admited. “We understand.” my visitor continued. “that you have now resigned from*the' Force, hut we hoped that you imrrht be inclined to undertake a

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j commission for us. It came to the I ears of our chief quite unexpectedly | that you were staying here, and he | sent me after you at once.” j “I can at least hear what the business is,” I replied. j “There is staying in this hotel,” the insurance agent proceeded, “a Mrs. He Mendoza, the reputed widow of a fruit merchant in Buenos Aires. She is the possessor of a very wonderful pearl necklace, which she has insured with our firm for a hundred

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however, we had a mesage from the latter to say that he was at home, and that, during his absence his duties would be taken over by the night watchman. The policy has only one more week to run, and will not under any conditions be renewed. We want to know if, for any fee which you care to name, you will do your best to guard the necklace for us during that week?” (Continued in Our Next Issue )

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LICENSE DENIED; MAY QUIT SEME BAST ORANGE, N. ,I„ April '25. Edward E. Tompkins, SO years old, of 149 N. Sixteenth St., will move out of New Jersey, where he has lived for

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the last ten years, if his license to drive an automobile is not renewed. He told this to State Motor Vehicle Commissioner C. M. Dill today, when Dill Informed him that because of his age he probably will not renew Tompkins’ license. “You are driving me out of the State. I am determined to continue driving an automobile,” Tompkins told the conditioner. ‘ \ 1 00 t> * ttar to

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 25, 1923

—ByAL POSEN

make the roads safe by driving out of the State one disappointed driver thsjJl to endanger a great number of pe” eons by giving license to those whose physical condition is such that it Is not advisable to let them drive an automobile," the commissioner said. "1 have been driving an automobile for twenty years and during that time I have never had an accident," Thompkins said. “I am just as capable to run an auto as I was twenty yaat* ago."

-By ALLMAN