Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 307, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 May 1923 — Page 8

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Begin Here TodayVendetta begins between MICHAEL SAWERS. noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN GREYES. once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers’ beautiful housemaid. JANET, saves him from Sir Norman by shooting dead sent to ajrest him. Janet Becomes Sayers’ wife and accomplice. In the Leeds hank robbery, Michael (Known to Greyes as “Stanfield”) barely escapes and has to flee the country. Sayers is approached by another wellknown criminal named Paul Gont. who offers to take him as a partner in a plot to ruin a hotel politician. Whtla awaiting an interview with Gont at the Taverne Bertain, Michael is astounded to see hia wife riding past in a carriage with Sir Norman Greyes. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Sayers Is Speaking {4 the moment I am puz|T zled,” was the frank confesslon. “I can tell you this, however. Your wife was sent for, according to my instructions. I know very little about her, it is true, but I have agents in London who keep me well informed as to what goes on on your side of the Channel; and from certain things I have heard, I came to the conclusion that she was the one person who could bring to a successful issue the little affair which I shall presently propose to you.” ‘‘You seem to be taking things rather for granted,” I reminded him. ‘‘Your cooperation is a certainty.” he replied with a smile. "There will be a half million francs for you, and you must be getting short of money. Furthermore, by a very pleasing coincidence, the brains of the other side are controlled by your ancient enemy.” “The scheme is already commended to me,”l admitted. "Nevertheless, expound it.” "I will tell you a curious story.” he proposed. • • • Greyes Tells His Side I celebrated my return to England and civilization by a stroll down Bond Street on the morning after my arrival. After two years' absence It was like anew city to me. I met a few acquaintances and exchanged greetings with a couple of friends. Then, at the comer of Condut Street I came face to face with Jane Stanfield. "Welcome home. Sir Norman Greyes!” she said. “Big-game shooting, the papers said,” she continued. “Tell me, my enemy, was it as Interesting as manhunting?” "Each has its thrill," I replied, “but you must remember that I long ago ceased to be a professional hunter of men.”

AT THE CORNER OF CONDUIT AND BOND STREETS I CAME FACE TO FACE WITH JANET STANFIELD. "So that Is why you have let my husband alone?” "It was not my affair to search for him. That was a matter for the au thorltles. If my help Is sought in solving the mystery of a crime, I im generally prepared to do my best. Otherwise, I do not interfere. You have news of him?” She laughed bitterly. "Since he left the Lodge that night.” she replied, "and you kicked your heels over at the Dormy House because of your parole, I have neither seen nor heard of him.” I suddenly realized with a little shock that she was plainly, almost shabbily dressed. She read my thoughts in most disturbing fashion. "A terrible neighborhood, this, to frequent in one’s last year’s garments,” she observed, sailing. "I was Just thinking that I should like a black-and-white-check tailored suit. Would you like to buy me one, Sir Norman? You really ought to, you know. We made terribly little out of that bank affair, owing to your flash if inspiration.” “I admit the liability,” I replied. 'Which establishment shall we patronize?” “At heart I believe that I am an honest woman,” she sighed. "I cannot bear the thought of your paying out notes for adornment of my person. You shall give me lunch instead. I am certainly very hungry.” We turned toward Regent St. and lunched in a restaurant of bygone fame, half bourgeois, half Bohemian. She would tell me nothing of her manner of life or of her abode; yet somehow or other I fancied, reading between the lines, that life had become something of a struggle for her. She asked me deliberately for my address, but refused me hers. She angled for another invitation, but shook her head when I proffered it. “These meetings with you.” she declared. “stimulate me more than I can tell, but they leave behind something which I cannot define. Ido not think that I will dine with you. Sir Norman—not just yet, at any rate." She glanced at her watch and hurried off. I had an idea that she was returning to some daily task. I called at my club, talked for an hour or two with some filends, and In due course made my way back to my rooms. I was restless and ridiculously disturbed. Fortunately distraction iwaited me. , “Mr. Rimmington has been waiting for you some time, sir,” my servant announced. “He is in the sitting-room with another gentleman." My friend roso eagerly to welcome me as I entered. I shook hands with

his companion, who was known to me slightly. “The chief asked me to bring Lord Hampden to you,” Rimmington explained. “He came this morning to ask for your help in an affair which Is rather outside our province. The chief thought that you might be of assistance.” “Let me hear about it,” I begged. “French politics today,” Lord Hampden explained, “hinge upon the question of France’s attitude toward Germany. There is a party—the patriotic and military party—fiercely determined to make Germany pay to the uttermost farthing, and to squeeze the last drop of blood out of her The opposing party is all for compromises, encouragement of German trade, and even for a rapproachement with Germany. You know, of course, who is the leader of the patriotic party?” “Lutarde, I should imagine.” “Philippe Lutarde,” my visitor assented. “He is hated- by the proGerman party, as I will call them, first because of his bitter enmity toward Germany, secondly because of his devotion to England, and thirdly because of his unfaltering rectitude. An attempt was made upon his life not long ago, and the French police have been instructed to watch him night and day. Lately, however, there has been more uneasiness than ever among the patriotic party. It is. I fear, true that the chief of the police is of the proGerman party, and there is, without doubt, a plot brewing at the present moment against Lutarde. It haa been suggested to us that a thoroughly capable secret-service man from this side might be of assistance in unraveling it. You follow me, I hope, Sir Norman?" “I think so,” I admitted. "But what is the nature of the plot?” “One can only surmise, v Lord Hampden replied. “We do not believe, however, that it is assassination. That would only make a martyr of Lutarde and sanctify his cause. We want you to go over to Paris and consult with a person whose name I will give you. You will be backed by unquestionable authority in any steps you may think well to take. It will he a difficult commission, and in a sense a vague one; but I may say that. In the event of your achieving any success, the government would consider itself under the deepest debt of gratitude to you.” “I will do what I can. of course,” I promised. "When do I start?” "We should like you to catch the II o’clock train tomorrow morning.” the cabinet-minister suggested, rising to his feet. "If you will dine with me at 8 o'clock tonight in Parlton Terrace I will furnish you with every other detail.” So on the following morning, in less than forty-eight hours after my return to England, I found myself going through the ordinary routine of the Continental traveler, registering my luggage, arranging my smaller belongings in the seat which had been reserved for me, and strolling back to the bookstall for a few final purchases. There I came face to face with Janet Stanfield, engaged upon the same task. She was studying a ladles’ journal and looked '"up at the sound of my voice. She was frankly amazed. “You!” she exclaimed. “Where are you going?” “To Paris,” I answered. "And you?” “We are fellow-travelers,” she said ' slowly. “Why did you not tell me yesterday?” “In an armed truce,” I pointed out, ‘the combatants do not usually disclose their future plans.” I performed several small offices for her on the journey, for which I could '•ee that she was thankful. At Calais she had no reserved seat In the crowded train. I did my best to proeure one for her, but in vain. I had no choice but to offer her a place in my reserved compartment. She was Rooking very fragile and tired as sue accepted my offer with a grateful smile and sank into a vacant seat. She curled us as gracefully as a cat and went fast asleep. When she opened her eyes, the people were streaming down the corridor in answer to the first call for dinner. “Have you eaten anything today?” I inquired. “Nothing, and I am ravenous,” she admitted frankly. I committed the atrocity of dining at half-past five. Afterward she once more took a comer seat in my compartment and lit a cigarot. She was a good deal more like her old self. “Has your hu.sband sent for you?” I asked bluntly. “The parole has expired,” she reminded me. "Listen,” I continued: "I am not out to do the work of Scotland Yard. I do not know where your husband may be hiding. My Journey to Paris has nothing to do with him or his affairs. Yet you must understand this: If chance at any time should put me upon his track, I should follow it up and hand him over to justice. Nothing,” I added, looking her steadily in the eyes, “could alter my determination so far as that Is concerned.” (Continued In Our Next Issue)

BOARD STILL FOR WORKHOUSE SALE Commissioners Opposed to Plan of Councilmen, Announcement by the majority faction of the county council that they will propose use of the old workhouse at Twenty-First St. and Northwestern Ave. for a colored orphans’ home and a detention home was derided today by county commissioners. Re locating the homes will come up May 9 and 10 at'the council meeting. “Why that land is worth $7,500 an acre.” said Albert Hoffman, president of the commissioners. “If we can sell it and buy land at SSOO or 11,000 an acre, will that not be economy? And nothin's is left of the old holdings but w JL” \

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Harry Tutewiler and John Kitley, other members, backed Hoffman in favoring the plan to locate the homes elsewhere. “George Sadler, president of the N. Capitol Ave. Community League, once told us he would get out an injunction if the board attempted to build an orphans’ home there, saying the land was too expensive,” said Tutewiler.

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

MUSICIAN FIGHTS OFF HOLD-UP MAN An attempted hold-up was thwarted and the robber narrowly escaped capture when he attempted to re-

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lieve Abe Hammerslag, musical director at Keith's Theater, of his valuables in front of the Pythian building, early today. Hammerslag told police that as he was walking north he was accosted by a. man armed with a revolver. In the struggle that followed, Hammerslag wrenflhed the gun from the bandit, who fled in awaiting taxi. Flies live as long as five years.

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NEW SUPERVISOR TAKES CHARGE OF CITY NURSES Miss Hines Named to Position in Tuberculosis Department. Miss Mae Hines today is the r ew superivsor of tubercuosis nurses in the city department of public h'jalth. She was appointed by the board of health to succeed Miss Marion T.

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

Bell, who resigned to aceept a similar position in Virginia. The board appointed Dr. Fred Langsdon supervisor of anaesthesia at the city hospital at a salary of $l5O a month. Resolutions were adopted accepting a bequest of SIO,OOO for the city hospital. left by James A. Lane. Carp have been known to live 200 years.

SATURDAY, MAY 5,1923

-By ALLMAN

—By AL POSEN,

PRISONER TRANSFERRED Seth R. Porter, arrested recently in St. Louis, Mo., and returned here to face a charge of issuing fraudulent checks on an indictment returned by the Marion County grand jury, hits been turned over to the Martinsville, Ind., authorities. An indictment there charges Porter with false pretenses in connection with alleged worthless stock sales.