Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 April 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY SIB NORMAS GREEKS, b.inierly of Scotland Yard. Is devoting his time to tracking down an arcii criminal of many disguises known to him se MICHAEL SAVERS. JANET SCALE, maid in Sayers' cottage in England, is in love with her master. She shoots Wov, n a police officer who had tracked Michael to his abode. Savers, known at the srolt club as Mr. Stanfield, plays a game with Sir Norman during which the suspicions of the latter are aroused as to Mi. Stanfield's real identity. After a three months vacation, Greves meets Stanfield in a hotel lobby. An ins uraueo company asks Sir Norman to question a South American widow, living at the hotel, regarding a policy of a hundred thousand pounds carried on her remarkable rope of pearls. NOW GO OX WITH STORY “Have you had any Intimation of thieves working in this neighborhood?” I asked him. ' “None whatever,” ha replied. “I will be perfectly frank with you. It is not an ordinary robbery of which we are afraid. For some reason or Other, our inquiry department has formed a dubious opinion of Mrs. De Mendoza herself.” ‘‘l see,” I remarked. “Tou are afraid o? a fraud.” “Precisely! “Directly we received the letter from the hotel detective, we rang up the manager here. All that we could learn was that tne Illness was altogether unexpected, and that the man had been compelled to THE ENTRANCE OF MRS. DE MENDOZA CREATED A MILD SENSATION IN THE LOBBY. go home at a moment’s notice. In reply to our request that a trained detective might take his place, the management assured us that they considered nothing of the sort necessary. No robbery •-f Jewels had ever taken place from this hotel, and they considered their night porter fully competent to watch over the interests of their guests.” “Sir William Greaves, our manager, desired me to suggest a fee of 200 my visitor concluded. “I will accept the commission,” I promised. The next morning I interviewed the manager of the hotel, to whom I was well known. He showed some irritation when I spoke of Mrs. De Mendoza’s necklace and her nervousness concerning it. “To be quite frank with you.” he c mfessed, “although Mrs. Do Mendoza is a good client and pays her accounts regularly, 1 am lnclilned to b soryy that we ever let her the rooms.” “Why?" I asked. "People with valuable jewelry should accept Its possession with a certain resignation.” he replied. “This is the last hotel in London where a jewel robbery would be likely. The lady herself, l understand, takes' every possible cftVe and caution. She /wears her necklace nowhere except in the restaurant and lounge, and every night it is deposited ir. t*he hotel safe. However, you may rely upon it, Sir Norman, that every facility will, be given to you in your task. I would suggest that you pay a visit to the lady herself. The idea had already occurred to me, and later In the day I sent up rny card to Mrs. De Mendoza and was at once invited to enter her sit-

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ting-room. I found her writing letters, simply dressed in a black negligee and wearing the pearls. As she turned and invited me to seat myself, she stirred in my memory a faint suggestion of reminiscence. She listened to the few words with which I lntro- ; dueed myself, and smiled deprecatingiy. “It is true that I am very foolish,” she admitted, "but then I have always been a person of superstituons. I have owned my necklace for some years, and I have had it with me in quite lawless places. I have never, however, felt just the same amount of apprehension as I do at the present moment,” She came over to rny side, and with out unclasping the necklace, let it rest in my hands. The pearls were all mervelously all of considerable size, and with that milky I softness which she pointed out to me as being a proof of their great perfection. As we stood there, necessarily ! close together, a wisp of her hair touched my forehead. Something in the timbre of her low lajigh as she brushed it back induced Sno to look up. There were qualities about her smile and the peculiar expression of her eyes which gave me a momentary thrill. “Do you admire my pearls?” she asked softly. “They are very wonderful,” I admitted. She moved slowly away. I breathed 1 more easily as the distance increased between us. She looked over her shoulder unexpectedly, and I believe that she realized my sensation. The slight frown passed from her forehead. She was obviously more content, “Tell me how you propose to guard my treasures, Sir Norinan?” she inquired as she sank into an easy-ehair. “Shall you stand behind my chair at dinner, disguised as a waiter, and lie on my mat at night? It gives one quite a shivery sensation to think of such espionage!” “Believe me.” I assured her, “I shall I not be in the least obtrusive. E understand that you send your pearls down every night to the liotPl safe.” “I have always done so." she answered. “I>o you think it would be better to keep them up here? Will you promise to set in this easy-chair, with a revolver on your knee, all night, if I do?” "Not for the world,” I declared. “The hotel safe is much the better place.” “1 am glad to hear your decision.” she said with a slight smile. “1 shouid sleep very little if X thought that my pearls were near me—and that you were sitting here, on guard. The idea would be disturbing.” “One cannot guard against inir acles.” I observed, “but I think you can make your mind quite easy about the necklace. If you should need me at any time the number of my room is 432.” “On this floor?” “On this floor.” “Tell me,” Fhe asked a little abruptly as I rose to take my leave, “who was the man with whom you were talking last night in the lounge —a slim, middle-aged aian with a veryhard face? I am always seeing him in the lift.” “A man I know scarcely anything of,” T replied. “His name. I believe, is Stanfield. 1 once played golf with hirrf down at. Woking.” “Stanfield?” she repeated. “Was it in his grounds near Woking that a murder was committed —a policeman was found shot there?” I nodded. “I was playing with Mr. StanSeld at the time,” I told her. “And the murderer was never discovered?” “Never!” “I wonder you didn't take an in terest In the ease yourself.” she re- , marked. “I did,” I told her. She made a little grimace. “My fears for my necklace are reawakened," she declareand. ought to have been an easy tank for a clever man like you, one who used to be called a really great detective, to discover the murderer?” “It Is beyond my powers to bring him to justice, at any rate,” I re plied. “There are many criminals walking about today of whose guilt 1 the police are perfectly well aware. They cannot be arrested, however, for lack of evidence.” “How thrilling!” she murmured. “Will you ask me to dine with you some night and tell me of your adventures?” “I shall be happy to do so,” I replied. "Meanwhile—” She accepted my departure a little unwillingly. lam not a and I felt inclined to wonder at a certain ; graciousness of attitude on her part which more than once during our in-ter-view had forced itself upon my notice. Later about 7 o'clock, a note was brought into my room. Dear Sir Norman, A lady and her husband who were dining, have disappointed me. Can you. by any chance, be my guest? Ts so, let us meet at 8 o’clock in the | lounge. Hopefully yours, BLANCHE DE MENDOZA. I scribbled a line of acceptance. I ; felt, as I descended into the lounge that evening, a premonition that life for the next few hours was going to to be very interesting indeed. At 8 o’clock, precisely, Mrs. De Mendoza came into the lounge. She was wearing a white laoe evening dress, with an ermine wrap which hung loosely around her, disclosing the pearls underneath. Her entrance made a mild sensation. Mr. Stanfield who was seated in his accustomed corner, drinking his cocktail, watched our meeting and departure into the restaurant with obvious surprise. “The little man waif there again who stares at me so much —Mr. Stanfield, I think you called him?” she remarked as we took our places. I nodded. “I dare say he was surprised to see us together.” I said. "I asked him who you were, on the night of my arrival here.” “Why?” . “For the same reason that a great many other people ask the same question,”#l replied. She made a little grin^ace. “You are determined to pay me no compliments this evening, and I am wearing my favorite gown.”

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achieved sudden opulence. "It was quite as much a change for me as for him,” she remarked. "I was a typist in Buenos Aires before we were married. I have known what it is to be poor.” She answered ail ray questions without reserve, displaying later on much interest in the recounting of such of my adventures as were public property. I began to feel that I had been mistaken with egara to her, that she

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was really exactly what she seemed — a very wealthy woman of adventurous type, suddenly released from matrimonial obligations and a little uncertain what to make of her life. We took our coffee in the lounge afterward. In the background my golfing friend, Mr. Stanfield, was seated, smoking a cigarette in a retired corner, and having the air of studying every one who passed. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

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HARDING DEFENDS JACKSON STATUE WASHINGTON, April 36.—President Harding expressed his opposition tc suggestions for removing the statue of Andrew Jackson from

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fayette Park, opposite the White House, and putting in its place the figure of George Washington. Senator McKellar of Jackson’s State of Tennessee wrote the President a note of protest. In reply to •which Mr. Harding wrote; “I think I shall make ample reply when I say to you that I have no authentic knowledge of any such proposal ever having been made. Cerifeinly none has ever been suggested In way, and the -.question is

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not under consideration by any one whom I know. In these circumstanoes I can see no occasion for any ex pression on the subject, though I should have no hesitancy whatever in opposing the removal if sxich a proposition were to be seriously made. “I think you may give every as surance to your fellow-citizens in the home State of President Jackson that Washington would not contemplate for a moment any indignity to bis revered memory." a