Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 3, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 May 1923 — Page 8

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pfv THE WINDS JB I■?£.) OF DEATH 61 tyT BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM X. " IVKuitMATV L* gUk Copyright, 1922, by E. Phillips Oppenheim Arrgt. NEA Service. Inc. Jr \

BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal. and HR NORMAN GREYES, once o£ Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beautiful housemaid. lANET, eaves him from Sir Norman by Shooting dead an officer sent to arrest him. Janet becomes Sayers' wife and accomplice. While Sir Norman is living at his country house. Greyes Manor, he narrowly escapes death in several suspicius “accidents.” and is convinced that his enemy is again in England. The police appeal to Greyes to help run to earth a criminal working at the head of a dangerous gang. On his way to London. Greyes' car is stopped and he Is shot through the shoulder. Janet receives two hundred pounds in bank notes from a mysterious source. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY Janet Continues At five minutes to one, however, even this condition was amended. A youth from the hall porter’s office put a package into my hand which had just been left by a messenger. I opened It and found half a dozen familiar morocco cases. A portion of the jewelry which I had never thought to see again was in my hands. It was row cleat- to me that my husband had either already returned or was on the point of doing so. and that my help was needed. Nevertheless three days went by without a sign or message from anybody, three days during which I lived after the fashion ofa cat, curled up in warmth and luxury, clinging to the feel of my clothes, reveling In the perfumes of my bath, eating good food and drinking wine with slow but careful appreciation. I felt the life revive in me, the blood flow once more through my veins. During those three days nothing in this world would have driven me back to my poverty. I would have committed almost any crime rather than return to It

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“GOOD MORNING, SIR NORMAN." I SAID. HOLDING OUT MY HAND “ARE THERE NO MORE CRIMINALS LEFT?” On the fourth day I met Norman Greyes. I was leaving a hair dresser’s in Curzon St, when he rounded the comer of Clarges St., carrying a l>ag of golf clubs and evidently lookingfor a taxicab. I was within a foot or two of him before he re-cognized me. I was conscious of a keen and peculiar thrill of pleasure as I saw something flash into his stern, uninv pressive face. Enemies though we were, he was glad to see me. “Good morning. Sir Norman." I said, bolding out my hand. “Are there no more criminals left in the world that you take a holiday?” He smiled and put his clubs through the open window of a taxicab whirl had just drawn up by the side of the curb. “I am tired of hunting criminals.” he confessed. “Besides, they are turning the tables. They are hunting me.” “Indeed?” I answered. “That

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sounds as though my husband were coming back.” “There are rumors of it,” he admitted. “Are you staying near here?” “I am living at the Albemarle Court,” I told him. “Why not have me watched? if he does come hack, 1 am sure I am one of the first people he would want to visit.” “It is a wondeiful idea.” he agreed, w-iih a peculiar gleam in his keen gray eyes. “I would rather bribe you, though, to give him up.” “How much?” I asked. “He has treated me very badly lately.” “Dine with me tonight,” he suggested, “and we will discuss it.” “I shall be charmed,” I assented boldly. “At my rooms,” he suggested, “ —No. 13. About 8 o’clock?” “Why not a restaurant?” I asked. “Out of consideration for you,” he j replied promptly. “You are probably 1 more or less watched, and your movements reported to the organization of which your husband is the chief. If you are seen dining alone with me in a public place, they may imagine that you have come over to the enemy.” “You are most thoughtful.” T re- ! plied, with all the sarcasm in my ! tone which I could command. "T ] will come to your rooms, then.” * * * He nodded pleasantly, raised his cap and stepped into the taxicab. I watched him a moment, hating him because he seemed the one person who had the power to ruffle me. He was dressed Just as I like to see men dressed, in gray tweed, loose but wellfitting. He wore a soft collar, and the tie of a famous cricket club. Ills tweed cap was set Just at the right angle. He moved with the light ease of an athlete. I hated his shrewd, kindly smile, the clearness of his bronzed complexion, the little humorous lines about his eyes. I went straight back to my rooms and w-Tote him a few impulsive lines. I wrote to say that I would dine with him at any restaurant he liked, but not in Clarges St., and that he could call for me at 8 o’clock. At half-past three that afternoon I received the- invitation which I had been expecting, and at 4 o’clock I stepped out of a taxicab and entered the offices of a firm of solicitors situated in a quiet square near Lincoln's Inn. An office boy rose up from behind a worm-eaten desk and invited me to seat myself on a hard wooden chair w-hile he disappeared in search of Mr. Younghusband, the principal partner in the firm. The office was decorated by rows of musty files, and a line of bills containing particulars of property sales, the solicitor in each case being the firm of Younghusband, | Nicholson & Younghusband. After a ; few minutes’ delay, the boy summoned I me and held open a door on the other ■ side of the passage. “Mr. Younghusband w r ill see you. j madam.” he announced. | The door was closed behind me. and | I shook hands with a tall, elderly man who rose to welcome me in somewhat .abstracted fashion. He was untidily ! but professionally dressed. He won - old-fashioned steel-rimmed spectacles, reposing at the present moment on his forehead. The shape of his collar and the fashion of his tie belonged to a bygone generation. There were rows of tin boxes extending to the ceiling, a library of low books, and his table was littered with paiers. “Mrs. —er —Morrison?” he began, using the name by which I had been known during the bust few months. “That is more or less my name." I admitted. “I received a telephone message asking me to call this afternoon.” “Quite so. quite so,” he murmured a little vaguely. “Now let me. see," he went on, looking among some papers. "Your husband appears to have been a client of the firm for many ; . ears, but my memory—oh, here we : are.” he broke off. drawing a slip of paper toward him. “My instructions, cabled from New York, were to hand you £2OO. You received that amount, I believe?” / i received ii and have spent the greater part of it,” I replied. Hi-; -expression became a little less benign. "Dear me!” he exclaimed. "That I sounds rather extravagant.” He scratched his upper lip thoughtfully. “Your husband has, I gather, been engaged in operations in New York of a delicate nature. The world of finance has always its secrecies. He appears now, however, to have brought his operations to a close. You are aware, perhaps, that he has landed In England?” My heart gave a little jump. I could not tell whether the sensation T experienced had more in it of joy or of fear. “Is lie safe?” I asked. ’’Safe?” Mr. Younghusband repeated a little vaguely. “Why not?” There was a moment’s silence. I looked around at the shabby but imposing contents of the office, at the lawyers mildly puzzled expression. I drank in the whole atmosphere of j the place and I was dumb. Mr. i Younghusband suddenly smiled and j tapped with his forefinger upon the table. He was like a man who has suddenly seen through a faulty phrase in some legal document. “I apprehend you,” he said. “For i moment I was not altogether able to appreciate the significance of your question. New York is a curious place iinrt T understand—er—that the financial operations in which your husband has been concerned, allora'll profitable, may have made him enemies. He traveled hack to Engand indeed, under an assumed name. T<et me see—l have it somewhere,” he wen- on. fumbling once more among a mass of papers. "T had it ill my hand only a few minutes ago * * * Here we are —Mr. Richard Peters. I am instructed to say. madam, that your husband would welcome a call from you.” “You have his address?” “Yes—his address.” he repeated. ’’Precisely: T have it here —No. 11 Jackson St." "Mayfair?" I inquired. "Mayfair." he assented. "The address reminds me. madam.” he went on. "that you must be prepared to see your husband—er—not in the best of health. He is, in fact, in a nursing home.” "f* he seriously ill?” I inquired.

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“I believe not,” was the deliberate reply. “You will have an opportunity of judging for yourself within half an hour. 1 am to ask you to visit him as soon as you can find it < onvenient." I sat quite still. I was trying to get these matters into my mind. The lawyer glanced at his watch and Immediately struck a bell In front of him. ' \

OUT OUR WAY— By WILLIAMS

TILE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

“You will forgive me, madam,” he said, rising to his feet. “I hWo a meeting of the Law Society to attend. My compliments to your husband. Tell him to let me know if T can be of further service to him.” The boy was holding open the door. The lawyer, with a courteous old-fash-ioned bow, evidently considered the interview at an end. I went back to my taxicab, a little bewildered, and drove at onoe to Jatfkson St. A nurse in

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starched linen frock and flowing cap consulted a little slate and led me to a bedroom In one of the upper stories. “Mr. Peters Is getting on famously, madam,” she announced encouragingly. "The doctor hopes to be able to let him out at the end of the week. Please step In. You can stay as long as you like. Your wife is here, Mr. Peters,” she went on, ushering me through the doorway. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

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SNAP OF TURTLE RESULTS IN FINE NEW YORK, May 15.—The first snapping turtle of the season made its appearance in Fallsburg, N. Y., the

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AIIERN

other day, and as a result Philip Rosen of FajUsburg, was fined $5 by Magistrate W. Bruce Cobb in Mornsania Court yesterday for not stopping his automobile in the Bronx on signal from Traffic Officer John McCann. The trouble was that the turtle snapped at an inopportune moment. Rosen was bringing th* thirty-pound turtle to the aquarium. The turtle

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was in a box in the front of the auto and a woman sat in the rear seat. At Southern Boulevard and Tiffany Ave. Rosen mistook a signal from the traffic officer as a greeting and smiled to him. Just then the turtle got out of the box, the woman screamed, and Rosen felt a bite on his leg. His foot went down on the accelerator and the csp" bounded forward. Hla arrest followed*