Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 311, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 May 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Ypndpta besins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN GREYES, once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beautiful housemaid. JANET, saves htm from Sir Norman by shooting dead the officer sent, to arrest him. Janet becomes Sayers’ wife and accomplice. In many exploit#, Michael escapes arrest by taking desperate chances. .Janet is an able assistant, but because lie greatly admires the many good dualities he recognizes, in her. Sir Norman deals leniently with her. Janet goes to work for Mrs. TrumpertonSmlth. a wealthy widow living at the Magnificent Hotel at Brighton. who is the possessor of wonderful diamonds. Mr. Sidney Bloor. adventurer and pretended admirer of Janet's mistress, plans to steal the dianonds. Janet also means to rob her mistress. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Janet Tells the Story Ft E SAID good night pleasantly "Sand left me. I went back to my room, undressed, and donned a complete suit of Mr. Bloor’s evening clothes, and theater hat. which I had taken the liberty of borrowing from his room. At the time when I knew that the nightwatchman’s back was turned, I slipped out, descended a few of the stairs which were exactly opposite my door, ascended them again noisily, walked along the corridor. entered Mr. P.loor’s room, waited there A moment or two. came out again, and entered the sitting-room of our suite. In ten minutes I was back In my bedfoom with the diamonds. In an hour’s time Mr. Bloor’s clothes were back in his room and the diamonds safely disposed of. f • • Greyes Tells His Side It was really, in the first place, not owing to any request from my friend Rimmington that I became interested in the Brighton robbery and murder case. Philip Harris, who was a director of the hotel company, wrote me a personal letter, asking me to represent the interests of the hotel in any way I thought fit, and it was on the strength of this appeal that I traveled down to Brighton and took up my temporary residence at the Magnificent hotel. Within a few minutes of my arrival the manager himself waited upon me. Almost before we had shaken hands, he had commenced to unburden himself. I SLIPPED OUT, DESCENDED A FEW OF THE STAIRS WHICH WERE EXACTLY OPPOSITE MY DOOR. “There is just one small matter. Sir Norman,” he said, “which worries me a little. Mr. Sidney Bloor is all the time practically under arrest. He has left the hotel and is staying in lodgings on the front, but he is watched night and day.” “There seems to be a moderately clear case against him,” I remarked. “Ir. many respects it would appear convincing," the manager assented. “His antecedents are bad, bis attentions to a woman nearly twenty years his senior are difficult to explain on any basis except that of selfadvantage. He escorted her round to the Royal Hotel to play bridge, cut out during the evening, came back lo this hotel, and wes seen by the fireman. who acts as night-watchman, to enter Mrs. Trumperton-Smith's suite. Mrs. Trumperton-'Smith and he re-

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turned together early in the morn ing, between one and two, and he escorted her to her suite. His story is that he stayed there for about five minutes and had a whisky and soda in the sitting-room, parted with her on friendly terms and subsequently went to his room.” “And what is your comment upon his story?” I asked. “Just this,” was the earnest reply: “There Is no doubt whatever that the young man did return to the hotel alone, but whereas the nightwatchman swears that he saw him j enter Mrs. Trumperton-Smith’s suite at half-past ten. the hall-porter downstairs, two of the pages and a reception-clerk are equally positive that it was exactly midnight when he came in and went upstairs.” “This divergence of evidence,” I observed, “is interesting, but I scarcely see what it leads to. Perhaps I had better talk better talk to Mr. Johnson for a little time.” The chief constable himself paid me the honor of a visit, accompanied by Johnson, who was an exceedingly painstaking and capable officer. ’’You say that none of the jewelry has been recovered?” I asked. “None of the jewelry in question, I fear," Johnson admited. “Mr. Bloor has two very handsome pins in his possessloif, but he wait clever enough to admit at once that these were given him by the deceased.” “You haven't been able to collect any evidence as to his baving spoken to any one outside on his way back to the Royal?” “Not at present, I am sorry to say, sir.” "MTiat about this discrepancy in the alleged tune of his visit?” “That is another of the things we are trying to straighten out. Anyway, the night watchman, who Is a very respectable fellow, is prepared to swear that he saw Sidney Bloor reenter the suite, even though his idea of the time seems‘to be out. Assuming that the theft took place then, though, the motive for the murder becomes obscure.” “And Mr. Bloor’s own story?” “He came a terrible cropper, sir,” Johnson declared, a little triumphantly. “He at first stated that he only left the bridge table when ho cut out to get some fresh air—that he leaned ove. wall of the promenade, looking at the sea the whole of the time. Afterward he admitted that he had visited the hotel and gone up for a moment to Mrs. TrumpertonSmith's suite, where he thought he had dropped his cigar case.” “The inquest.” 1 remarked, “has been adjourned.” “Till Thursday week. Sir Norman,” the chief constable told me. “The evidence given at the inquest is at your disposal at any time." “I have already studied it —thanks,” I said. ”1 should like, if possible, to have a few words with the night porter, and with the deceased’s maid.” The former, whose name was John O'Hara, proved to be a very respectable, stolid and obstinate man. Nothing could shake his conviction that he had seen Sidney Bloor enter Mrs. Trumperton-Smith’s suite at about half-past ten and emerge from it five minutes later. He admitted that the corridor was badly lighted, but he would not hear a word said against his watch. I dismissed him with the conviction that, so far as he knew it. he was speaking the truth. Then I sent for the maid. There was a brief delay, followed by the sound of soft footsteps outside and the opening and shutting of a door. I glanced up from the copy of O’Hara’s evidence which I had been studying, and I received. I think, the greatest shock of my life. With her back pressed to the closed door, her fingers clinging to the handle, stood the woman I had known as Janet Stanfield! • • • Neither of us spoke for several moments. Her lips werp parted, but if she gave vent to any exclamation, it v.jgj inaudible. Her eyes were fixed upon my face in a stare of amazement. Janet came slowly over toward me. ”1 did not know that you were here,” she said. “Nor I that you had re-entered domestic service,” I replied. She flinched a little, but she answered me quite quietly. “Poverty is a hard mistress. When you met me in Bond Street# some months ago, and I lunched with you, I was engaged at a dressmaker’s esi tablishment. Then my husband sent for me to go to Paris. You know very well what happened to us there. I returned to London worse off than when I had left it. I lost my situation. Then I became a manicurist. I stood that for about three weeks. I ha.l nine shillings in my purse when I saw Mrs. Trumperton-Smith's advertisement. I answered it and came here.” “You are better off now.” I ventured. “Hadn’t you better warn me that anything I say may be used as evidence against me?” she asked mockingly. “I agrep. Yet I shall ask you one question and one only." “I do not promise to answer it.” “But you will answer ft.” I insisted, watching her steadily, “and you will tell me the truth. Had you anything to do with Mrs. Trumperton-Smith's death?” “I had not,” she replied unfalteringly. “You were not even an accomplice?” “One question you promised to ask, and one I to answer,” she said. “I have finished.” I was thoughtful for a moment. I was thinking of the doctor’s evidence at the inquest. The coroner had asked him whether the injuries on the throat of the deceased could have been inflicted by a woman. The reply was there on the depositions before me: “I should think it very unlikely.” “Very well,” I said, “I will waive my second question. Instead I Mill make an appeal to you. I am here to try and discover the person who robbed and murdered your late mistress. Can you help me?” "If I could why should I?” she demanded. “\Ve are In opposite camps." j “There will certainly boa reward I for the recovery of the jewels." “I should very much like to earn it. she admitted. “I do not know Mho stole them.” “Have you any idea,” I asked her, “M’hy Mrs. Trumrerton-Smith left the hotel for her bridge-party that night

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without any jewelry at all?” She considered for a moment. •"Mr. Bloor suggested that she should take off her diamonds and leave them at home,” she answered. "And did she?” “Yes!” . “You know that Mr. Bloor came back to the suite?” “I have been told so.” “And you know that the evidence is very conflicting as to what time he paid his visit?”

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“Yes, I know that. Why shouldn’t he have paid two?” "It is an idea,” I admitted. “Do you think that Sidney Bloor is the man we want?” “Why should you imagine that T would help you if I could?” she asked coldly. “From the little I have heard of Mr. Sidney Bloor, i should have looked upon him as a nincompoop,” I continued. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

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of gas fumes from a cleaning and pressing machine beside the wringer. The sparks touched off the gas and there was your fire.” The second adjuster pushed back the hat on his red head and said: “I can beat that. I saw a jute sack, hanging on a clothesline in the sun, just naturally start burning all by itself, with nothing and nobody within twenty feet of it. But that cleared up something that had been a big worry. It was at a tomato can

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nery. There had been a lot of fires—half a dozen —without apparent cause. We were beginning to think of incendiarism and were just about ready to cancel the policy. Then the cannery people got a hunch. They found some tomato juice and the jute of the bags had an affinity and if left alone would make a fire by themselves. If a stained jute bag was left in a corner it would do the trick—and it did it in tests right out in tho open, too.”