Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 310, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 May 1923 — Page 8

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THE HONOR OF Jj M. LUTARD M JjC by E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM TVaMICIUMPL f Mk Copyright, 1922, by E. Phillips Op pen helm j Arrgt N'EA Service. Inc. I

Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN GREYES. onee of Scotland Yard, after Sayers beautiful housemaid JANET saves him from Sir Norman by shooting dead the officer sent to arrest him. Janet becomes Sayers’ wife and accomplice. In many exploits, Michael escapes arrest by taking desperate chances. Janet is an able assistant, but because he greatly admires the many good qualities he recognizes in her. Sir Norman deals with her as leniently as possible. In the Leeds bank robbery Michael (known to Greyes as ‘'Stanfield”) barely escapes and has to flee to country. A plot of Michael and another criminal. Paul Gont, to ruin the political leader, Phillippe Lutarde, is frustrated by Sir Norman. .Janet's Version It was about four months after I had been in the service of Mrs. Trum-perton-Smith that I decided to rob her. I first went to her because, day by day. I felt the need of money for those luxuries to which I had become accustomed. After my disastrous visit to Paris, no news whatever had come to me from my husband. A slack period had set In at the dressmaking establishment where I had been employed, and I was informed that my services were no longer necessary. T spent a month at a manicurist's and a few weeks at a photographic studio. Mrs. Trumperton-Smith advertised in the Morning Post for a companion and lady's maid. I won the post on account of rnv manners and appearance. My mistress was a lady of ample person and ample means. She lived in excellent style and apparently had plenty of money. She was a widow about 45 years old, still goodlooking in a florid sort of way, and well enough educated from the middleclass point of view. Men were her one and everlasting hobby.

I RELIEVED HER OF HER JEWELS. ALE THE TIME MR. JiLOOR WAS WATCHING WITH A GLEAM IN lIIS EYE. were staying at the Magnificent Hotel at Brighton when the idea which I have mentioned, of robbing my mistress, first took definite shape in my mind. I should have bided my time, I think, but for two reasons. One was that the salary •rhieh she paid me was absurdly small and I saw no chance of saving anything, and the other was the very imminent fear of being anticipated. Mrs. Trum-perton-Smith was not always so discreet as she should have lieen iu her acquaintances. At the present time she was on exceedingly friendly terms with a Mr. Sidney Bloor, whom I put down, from the moment I first" saw him, as an undoubted adventurer. He was "always dressed in the height of fashion, and he had acquired the shibboleth of the up-to-date young man of the moment. He made languid attempts to kiss me whenever he found me alone. He found me one evening, some four months after our arrival in Brighton, alone In the sitting-room at

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about the hour when Madam was sometimes pleased to dispense cocktails. A spasmodic attempt at gallantry having been met and repulsed, lie lingered to watch me busy repairing a hair-ornament which my mistrss desired to wear that evening. “Where is the old bird?’’ he asked confidentially. "Madam is out playing bridge with some friends,” I told him. “What little gewgaws are you sending her down in tonight?” “Whatever she chooses to wear,” I replied. “Only last night,” he remarked, “she told me that it was generally you who made the selection.” “She usually does wear what I put out,” I assented. “Which do you admire her in most, Mr. Bloor?” The young man scratched his chin thoughtfully. “It doesn't matter to me what she wears.” he sighed. “I know a little girl, though, who would look the real thing decked out in those diamonrs. eh?” “I expect you have a large acquaintance amongst my sex,“ I replied demurely. “You’re a cold young woman, Janet,” he complained. “My last evening, too.” “Are you going away?” “Back to the city tomorrow. I'm my own master and all that, of course —take a week or two just when I want it—but one has to pick up a bit of the rhino now and then.” “If it Is really your last night,” I said, “tell me what jewelry you would like the mistress to wear this evening, and I will put it out for her.” “What about the diamond necklace, then?” he suggested. My mistress came bustling in a moment or two later and busied herself in making the cocketails. I went through Into her bedroom to lay out hen gown. It was perfectly clear to me now that if I were going to rob Mrs. Trumperton-Smith at all. it had better be done quickly. The drinking of cocketils was concluded a little more quickly than usual, and Mrs. Trumperton-Smith joined me in the bedroom, full of what passed with her as geniality. It was aquality, however, which was entirely superficial, and in a general way I found her disagreeable, selfish and jealous to a degree. She withdrew the key of her jewelcase from a bracelet and passed it to me. I selected the diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet, locked up the case and returned the key. My mistress’ expression softened as she looked at herself in the glass. She picked up her gold bag, looked inside to see that I had placed her handkerchief there, and turned away. “See that the fire is kept up in the sitting-room, Janet.” she ordered. “Mr. Bloor and I will take our coffee there." I went into the steward’s room and had my supper as usual, and 1 also paid a visit to Air. Bloor’s bedroom and borrowed certain trifles which I proposed to use later on. I happened to know that both he and Mrs. Trumperton-Smith were engaged to play bridge after dinner at a rfeighboring hotel. I contrived to leave open the connecting door betwee nthe hedroom and the sitting-room, and to be in the former when they returned for their coffee. Madam had come in for her cloak, and they were on the point of starting out again, when her escort at last gave me the cue for which I had been waiting. “I say. Mimi,” he drawled—he called her ‘Mimi,” he although she weighed fourteen stone —“I don't feel comfortable walking along the front with you In those diamonds. Leave them behind, there's a dear.” “Just as you tike, dear.” she assented meekly. "Perhaps you’re right, especially if we go on to supper afterward. Here, Janet:" I hurried out. “Yes. madam 9 ” “Take these off—all of them.” she directed, extending her arms and poising her neck. “1 am going out and may he late.” I relieved her of the jewels. AIJ the time Mr. Bloor waas watching j with a gleam in his eyes* “If you will give me your key. madam, I will lock them up,” I suggested. “Oh. that will do when I get back,” she said. “Put them in one of the drawers, Janet.” They went off together. I did exactly as I had been hidden, and afterward lingered in the sitting-room while I completed my plans. I had just come to a decision when there was a sharp knock at the door. The manager of the Mr. Leon Grant —made his appearance. He locked around the empty sitting-room. “I understood that Mrs. Trumper-ton-Smith was up here.” he said courteously. “Mrs. Trumperton-Smith went out some little time ago ’’ I told him. “What time do you expect your mistress hack?” he inquired. “She did not say. sir.” I replied. “The last time she went out to play bridge it was about 1 o’clock when she returned. Mr. Bloor is with her.” The manager nodded and turned away. “Can I give her any message, sir?'' I added. He hesitated, closed the door and came back again. “I should imagine,” he said, looking at me attentively, "that you are a trusted servant.” “1 was engaged as companionlady's maid. sir." f told him. “I beiievc that my mistress has every confidence in me.'' He nodded. “To tell you the truth,' he explained. "I am a little worried about your mistress’ jewels. There was a small robbery last night at a hotel in the neighborhood, and I have had an indirect sort of warning from the police that there are thieves about. Mrs. Trumperton-Smith has the reputation of being very careless. I came to ask her if she would allow me to keep her jewels in the hotel safe.” “ Tshould be very glad if you could persuade her to do so,” la ssuherd him. "I suggested it when we arrived. bu tmadam likes to take them out and look at them when she is alone.” “It is scarcely fair ypon any ho*

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tel,” the manager pointed out a little querulously. “Will you be so kind as to tell me where she keeps them?" I showed him the case, although 1 said- nothing of the diamonds in tie drawer. He frowned severely. “It is placing temptation in pipie’s way,” he declared. "The door of the bedroom is always locked,” I reminded him, “and you have a night watchman. Then, too, we are on the fourth story—” 'My dear young woman,” he in*

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

ferrupted irritably, “those things are nothing to an experienced thief. The hotel safe is the only place for such cwelry as Mrs. Trumperton-Smith ( assesses.” ■'Continued in Our Next Issue) iVhen a fire occurs in Chile the owner or occupant of the burned building is arrested and made to prove that he Is not guilty of having caused tbu fire.

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

The spirit of the contest Is vividly portrayed by little Wansel Vander blit, 6-year-old daughter of a prominent Miller County farmer, who is feeding twenty-eight captive baby rats until their tails grow long enough to qualify as trophies. Then she plans to have the rats killed in com pliance with the rules of the contesi and hop** thereby to gain bone*bl*

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Farmer Killed by Engine By Timex Special BOONVILLE, Ind.. May 9.—Jonas Hinman, 65, a fanner near here, was almost instantly killed when a buggy in which he was riding was struck by a switch engine east of the city. A pike weighing eighteen pounds recently caught in an Essex lake had lnjldo it an unopened bottle at