Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 312, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 May 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal. and SIR NORMAN GREYES. once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beautiful housemaid, IA NET. saves him from Sir Norman by shooting dead an 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 ho greatly admires the many good dualities in her. Sir Norman deals with her leniently. Janet goes to work for Mrs Trumpert-on-Bmith. a wealthy widow living at the Magnificent Hotel at Brighton. The widow is found murdered and her Jewels missing. Mr. Sidney Bloor, adventurer and pretended adnirer of the dead woman, is accused of the •obbery and murder. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Sir Norman's Story 44 T SHOULD not have thought." I she agTeed, “that he would have had courage enough to wring the neck of a chicken.” "Why don’t you try to earn the reward?” I asked. “I am thinking about it," she replied. “If I have any luck. I'll come to you.” • • • She left me then, and I went for a stroll along the front. Seated in one of the shelters, a little way toward Hove, was a young man who I felt sure, from his description, was Sidney Bloor. I looked around and found that one of Rimmington’s men was seated on the other side of the shelter. I touched the young man on the arm, and his violent start assured me that I had not made a mistake. “I believe that you are Mr. Sidney Bloor.” I said. “Can I have a few words with you?" “Let us take a stroll along the sands,” I suggested. And then, as we walked along side by side: "I have no official connection with this case. Mr. Bloor,” I began, “but the hotel company have asked me to make a few r inquiries. If you are guilty, the police will probably bring the crime home to you. If you are not—” "I am not!” he interrupted passionately.

HIS FACE. AS TIE LOOKED AT V'S. GREW HORRIBLE. THE RE CEIVER SLIPPED FROM HIS FINGERS AND FELL. "If you are not," I repeated. "I am here for your assistance. Remember, I am here to discover the truth, not to try and fix the guilt on any particular person. • • Why don’t you tell me the truth?” He was silent for several moments —probably, I decided, piercing together the story he had made up his mind to tell. He went farther, how ever, than 1 had expected. ‘‘They were stolen before I could pet at them. I made her take them off before we went out to bridge. They were left in a drawer, not even locked up. The first time I cut out of the rubber, I came back to the hotel. I went up to her room and searched the drawer where the jewels had been put. They were gone. I went back to the bridge-party, came home with Mrs. Trumperton-Smith about two o’clock, said good night to her In her sitting-room, had a whisky and soda and went to bed. That’s all I know about it. So help me Ood:*’ * • ‘‘When you couldn't find the dia monds, why didn't you take the jewelcase?” I asked as we turned back. "I should have been seen carrying it,” he replied, “and I had no tools cop Lift Off with Fingers \|jij j Doesn’t hurt a bit! Drop a little "Freezcne” on an aching corn, instantly that com stops hurting, then shortly you loft it right off with fingers. Truly! Your druggist sells a tiny bottle of “Freezcne" for a few cents, sufficient to remove every hard com, soft com, or com between the toes, and the calluses, without soreness or irritation.—Advertisement.

with which to open It. I am not a professional thief.” “You are aware that the evidence looks rather black against you?” I pointed out. “I can’t help It,” he answered sullenly. “I didn't do it.” • • • I left him on the promenade, and saw him stroll across the road to a chemist’s shop for a pick-me-up. 1 went back to the hotel, and discovered that my friend Inspector Rimmington from Scotland Yard had already arrived and had taken over formal conduct of the case. He was waiting for Bloor, whose very unenviable dos- | sier he had brought down with him. ! I glanced it through without any particular interest. Rimmington watched me curiously. “The young man is a thoroughly bad lot,” he observed. "There's only one thing in his favor,” I nodded. "When you talk to ; him. you will realize that he is a | decadent, a young man without-nerve ior any manlike quality. Now- I don’t i know whether it has ever occurred to | you, Rimmington, but I should im- | agine it would take a person with i great strength of nerve to hold a i woman by the throat and watch her j die.” i Rimmington was unconvinced. "I shall know better when l have j talked to him, perhaps,” he remarked. I took the midday train to town, and traveled in the Pullman with Mr. Leon Grant, the manager of the hotel, who was on his way up to confer once more with the directors. Ho showed me a cable from Mrs. Trumperton- ; Smith’s son, who was on his way back | from Egypt. It ran as follows: Greatly shocked. Arrive 17th. ilope police will discover criminal Believe jewels principal part mother's estate. Offer reward immediately for return any one not connected with crime. 'Y am suggesting a tenth part of the insured value.” he announced. "I shall see the solicitors before I return.” As we drew into Victoria 1 offered by companion a lift. He refused, however, on the ground that lie had a case of wine in the van, which he was taking back to a wine merchant. I rna.de a few calls, dined at my club, and traveled back again to Brighton by the late train. 1 met Rimmington in the hall.of the hotel, and we strolled into the manager’s office. Mr. Leon Grant, looking more tired than ever after his long day in town, was speaking passionately into the telephone. “It is absurd.” he declared as we came in. “I spoke from the number I am asking for. several times this afternoon. The telephone is in perfect j order.” “If you are speaking of Mayfair 1532, Mr. Grant.” I intervened, "I am afraid the supervisor is correct. Tim number is disconnected.” His face, as he looked at us. grew horrible. The receiver slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. “What do you mean?" he gasped. “Simply that Scotland Yard discon neefed your flat in town, foi fear you should ring up and find out that the ease of wine you brought tip to Lon don has been npene.d," I explained "Rimmington. this is your job." Rimmington was quirk, but not quirk enough. Grant’s right hand was in the drawer by lus sido in a moment, and the silver-plated litile re volver at bis temple, I believe that he, was a dead man before the In spector laid hands on him. • • • Rimmington came to my sitting room later on and helped himself to a whisky and soda. "A little secretive this morning. weren't you. Sir Norman?” he ob served. "AYe Wanted the jewels ” I pointed cut. “Directly the man told me he had a ease of wine in the van. T knew that everything was all right.” "When did you get his dossier?” “By the second post this morning.” I I replied, “and a pretty had one it was. He has a flat in town under another name; he owes "one bookie alone over 2,000 pounds, and his domestic arrangements were, to say the least of it. Irregularly. He was desperately in need of money.” “Even now the reconstruction isn't absolutely simple.” my -companion mused. “Leon Grant evidently made his way to Mrs. Trumperton-Smith’s rooms after her return: she woke up while he was making off -with the jewel-box, and he strangled her. But what about the two visits from Bloor, earlier in the evening, and the missing diamonds? I think you said that they were not in the jewel-case which you have recovered?” “I imagine that the night-watchman must have made a mistake,” I told him. “On the other band, Bloor 'may have already disposed of the diamonds. Again, they may have been mislaid and will be brought in for the reward.” “What first of all made you think of Grant?” Rimmington asked a litile later, as he was preparing to take his leave. “Avery slight thing.” T answered. The woman was strangled, as you know, although the finger-marks were i indistinguishable. There was a cratch upon her throat, and a few drops of blood, evidently caused by *he fingernail of the murderers. Now, Sidney Bloor’s fingernails are bitten ulmost to the quick The manager’s, on the other hand, were really noticeable. They were long, and brought to a point. The nail on his right forefinger, however, was broken off short.” "I see,” Rimmington replied. "Good night!” • • • I sat up for some little time, waiting for what I felt sure was inevitable. It was nearly one o’clock when there was a soft knock at the door, and in reply to my invitation, Janet entered. She closed the door behind her and came over toward me. “I have found the diamonds,” she announced. “I congratulate you,” I replied. “I have heard all that Ills happened,” she continued. “There will be no trouble about the reward?” “None whatever,” I assured her. 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Trumperton-Smith took with her to | the bridge-party,” she replied. “She i came back to her room for a moment j just before starting and must have j taken them without saying anything ! to anybody.’’ "A most ingenious -supposition,” I ; murmured. . \ She looked at me fpr a moment with the strangest light in her eyes. I a>pened the door for her. I “Good night, Janet,” T said. **l ■v stood in; the way of your for--

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BATHS A PLENTY PLANNED Salt L *• Ilt> Constructs $330,000 Bathhouse. SALT LAKE CITY. Utah, May 11. —Salt Lake City has a $330,000 bathhouse which will provide her own people and her visitors with natural hot water bathing and swimming. It contains a magnificent oommcm pool.

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