Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 303, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 May 1923 — Page 8

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THE LEEDS BANK ROBBER! JM JyT BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENKEIM \ Mi* 41 "** l " Copyright, H2i,'by B. Phillips Op pen helm Sil MOftM*** ATj-gt, N'Ea Service. Inc, I

BEGIN HERE TODAY MICHAEL SAYERS, nrch criminal. 19 about to be arrested by a police officer when his maid servant, IANIfJT SOALE. shoots and kills the officer. lIR IIORMAN GREYES, formerly of Scotland Yard, ts devoting his time to tracking down Sayers, known to him under the alias of Stanfield. Michael drives in a small car to Brown’s bank In the suburbs of Leeds, shoots the manager through the shoulder, strikes the clerk senseless and robs the bank of over 7.000 pounds. Stepping from the bank Into a touring car in which Janet Soale awaits him. Sayers races for Scotland. On the rood to Scotland the notes are passed to two men in motor cars and a third in a motorcycle, leaving no evidence on Michael's person. NOW GO ON WITH STORY MfchaeP Sayers Talks WE were to have one tense few minutes before we reached our stopping-place for the night. We had just passed through a small town, and our silent chauffeur was preparing to let out his engine again, when we were confronted by what was, under, the circumstances, a very sinister sight. Two men on bicycles, approaching us, dismounted and stood in the middle of the road with outstretched hands. The sun, even in the distance, flashed upon their uniforms. We realized at once that ♦ hey were policemen. The chauffeur half turned toward me. “What shall you do?” Janet demanded. "Do?” 1 replied. "Why, the natural thing, of course. All this Is provided for. —Oliver," I added, leaning forward. "those policemen seam to vrant to speak to us. Pull up.” We came to a standstill a yard or two away from them. The larger of the two men, who wore the uniform of a sergeant, made a solemn and portentous approach. "Good afternoon. Sergeant," I said. "I hope that we are not in trouble?” He looked at me as he might have done at a man whose hands were dripping with the blood of his best friend. "It’s your number-plate, sir.” be announced. "They telephoned us through from Ripon to stop your car and call your attention to it.” "What is wrong with my number plate?” I asked.

THE CHAUFFEUR. THE POLICE SERGEANT AND I SOLEMNLY INSPECTED THE NUMBER PLATE AND CLEANED IT. "Why, you've been driving where 4 Cey've watered the roads freely,” sergeant pointed out, “and It's muddlas it up entirely. There's no one can read a letter of It.” I felt Janet's fingers clutch mine, and they were as cold as ice. It was not a moment which I myself forgot, less for its significance than for its effect upon my companion. The chauffeur, the police-sergeant and I solemnly inspected the numberplate; and the former, with a duster For Her Sake A sweet breath For the home-coming kiss, for convermocn, for dancing. Kill the odor of or any other odor. Not a breath perfume that’s merely deceptive. End the cause of foul breath, whatever it i. One May Breath Tablet 4mi that. io c and dsm£ jj 25° Aa antiseptic mouth wash In candy form. Instantly deodorises both the mouth and stomach. Gives spring odors to the breath. In the stomach it also acts as a digestant. Carry with you. All druggists.

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from his tool-chest, carefully rubbed it clean. "That will be all right now. Sergeant?” I Inquired. "That will be quite all right, sir," he admitted, taking off his cap and wiping the perspiration from his forehead. “It’s a warm day, this, for the bicycles.” "I am sorry to have given you this trouble.” I said. "We tourists are proverbially thoughtless about our number plates. I hope you will accept this and have a drink with me." "We will that, sure, sir," the sergeant promised, saluting first me and then Janet. “Come along, Jock,” he added: "we’ll pftv a little visit to the Widow Mac Gill on the way hack.” So we drove off again northward. My chauffeur was an elderly man, who has faced all that the world may hold of evil with me many a time, hut his driving for the first few miles was erratic. Janet, I could see. although outwardly she had recovered herself, was on the point of hysterics. I settled myself down in my corner, adjusted my horn-rimmed spectacles, and drew from the pocket of the cdr a new half-crown book on the principles of golf, written by a late beginner. So we traveled until we reached the inn where we stayed for the night, and late on the afternoon of the following day we arrived at our destination. There was just a bare white house, a lodge, the gate of which was held open by a great raw-boned gillie, miles of what seemed to be Interminable moorland, and, below, the sea. I looked around with satisfaction. “You’re Sandy Mac Lane, the caretaker here?” I asked, leaning out of the car. He made a noise which sounded like “Oo ay!” “Which way might the golf links he?" I inquired. He pointed with a long and hairy forefinger. "The clubhouse Is yonder,” he vouchsafed a hit somberly. "A step across the road is the fifteenth tee.” I sighed with content. "Come up to the house,” I ordered. “After tea I shall play a few holes.” Mir Norman Continues My friend Rimmington called to see me on the night of my return from Norway. He looked around with an air of dismay at my various traveling paraphernalia. "So, you're really off. then?” he remarked. "On the contrary. I’ve just returned,” I told him. "It was too late In the season to do any good, and I made a mistake in changing my river. The whole thing was a frost.”

Rimmington sighed. "Well, I’m glad to see you hack,” he declared, sinking into my easy ! chair. “All the same, Indon In August isn’t exactly a paradise!" “Tell me about I sug I gested. “To judge from the news papers, you seem to he having a lot I of trouble about a very simple case. Rimmington frowned. He was si I lent for several moments, and glan cir.g across at him, I noticed that he i was pale and apparently out of sorts. “I think I’m stale, Greyes,” he con fessed. "The chief pretty well hinted the same thing, and worse, when I cot back Last night, I really dropped around to see whether you could help 1 m *-” “If I can, I will with pleasure," i 1 promised him. “You know that.” “You read the bare account of the 1 affair, of course," Rimmington went on. Two fairly creditable witnesses deposed to seeing a man in a gray flannel suit, with a Panama hai j pushed over his eyes, drive up in a I small car. leave It outside' Bailey's | grocery store, walk down the street | and turn into the Boulevard where : the bank is situated, exactly at the time that the robbery took place. Three women and two children saw him pass up the street two minutes later, and thirty seconds after that, he crossed the street and entered Bailey’s grocery store. The clerk, who served him with some marmalade, tea and bacon, saw him climb up into the car and drive away. The man was known at the shop as Ralph Roberson. There Is no doubt that it was his car. ] "Half an hour after the robbery, j Roberson was arrested at his house j —he was cleaning the oar at the time ! —and although he had cbariged his j clothes, the light gray suit which he * had recently worn was discovered in his bedroom, and the Panama hat, ! warm with perspiration, in a cupj board. His excuse for changing his ! clothes was that he put on older things !In which to clean the car. and his ; account of his morning was that he | had driven straight up to Bailey’s : store for some groceries and straight back again. Two witnesses are ready to swear that they saw him get out j of the car and go toward the bank: ] the grocer's clerk, who served him, Is absolutely certain that he was in the shop within thirty seconds of tho car pulling up outside, and that when he left he drove straight aw.iy,” “What sort of mam is this Roberson?" I asked. "A man of bad character,” was the prompt reply. "He was once a book- | maker, but failed. He has been In . prison, for obtaining goods by false ; pretenses, and then* are half a dozen summonses for debt out against him at the present moment. The only : little money he earns, nowadays, seems td be by acting as a book-mak-er’s tout. He knew the neighborhood well, and has once been heard to remark upon the isolated posltioh of the bank. In every respect he is just the man to have done it, and yet there are all my witnesses swearing to different things. Furthermore, he had scarcely 1 a shilling in his pocket, and he con fessed that he was going to try and ; sell the car that afternoon to raise a little money.” “It seems to me.” I admitted, "that you have been a little premature in framing your case against Mr. Ralph Roberson. “So the magistrates thought,” Rimmington rejoined dryly. “We managed to get two remands. This morning he was discharged.” "If the grocer’s assistant is telling the truth.” T remarked thoughtfully, "Roberson could not possibly have committed the robbery. What sort of young man is the assistant?” "Highly respectable and very intelligent," Rimmington replied. “IT would he quite impossible it any time io shake hi.“ evidence.”

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"So much for Mr. Ralph Roberson,” I said. "And now •who else Is there?" "That's the difficulty,’’ Rinrnington confessed. “One doesn't know where to turn. The only other two people who were about the spot at the same moment, were a man and his wife touring up to Scotland In a big Darker car. They stopped to make some purchases at Bailey's, but neither of ‘them alighted.” • A “Any description of i asked.

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“Yes, the grocer's assistant who went out to take the order remembers him. He describes him as a sporting-Jooking gentleman wearing a brown alpaca dust-coat and” a grav Homburg hat. Such a person could not possibly have left the car and walked down the street without notice.” "Any description of the woman?” Rimmington shook his head. “To tell you the truth,” he confessed, “I didn't ask for one There

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were guns and cartridge-magazines and golf-clubs on the top of the car. The two were apparently motoring up to some place they had hired in Scotland." On the face of it. there seemed no possible connection between theae tourists and a local bank robbery. Yet the thought of them lingered obstinately in my mind. A man and a woman, a bank robbery, and the fact that I w r as supposed to be safe in Norway! I began to take up tbe

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PURDUE PROFESSOR TO BE 'JURIED WEDNESDAY Milby R. Hammer Was .Member of Engineering Department. By T mes Special LAFAYETTE, Ind., May I.—Brief funeral services for Prof. Milby Roy Hammer, 39, a member of the engineering department of Purdue, who died Monday, will be conducted at >he

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home Wednesday morning The ■will be taken to Columbia City burial. .Professor Hammer was hern in Whitley County. He entered Purdue as a student, graduating in 190S. He came to Purdue spur years ago to take an associate prdfessrship. Profeasor Hammer was a member of the Lambda Chi Alpha Fraternity and the Tau Beta Pi, honorary engineering fraternity. He is survived by the widow and a small son.