Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 11, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 May 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal, and V SIR NORMAN GREYES. once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beautiful housemaid. JANET, paves him from Sir Norman by shooting dead an officer sent to arrest him. Janet becomes Sayers’ wife and accomplice. In the Leeds bank robbery Michael narrowly escapes capture and is forced to flee the country. Janet receives a legacy of two hundred and fifty pounds and takes passage to Marseilles. A passenger named Louisa Martin comes to Janet's stateroom and reveals herselfe as one of Michael's confederates Louisa travels to Marseilles with Janet and takes her to Michael's hiding place. Sayers and Louisa accuse Janet of treachery, but Janet denies their accusations. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Greyes Takes Up the Story DURING the third week of March, after a somewhat restless few months of travel in Egypt and Algeria, I reached Mont© Carlo to find a telegram from my friend Rimmington, beggging me to come at once to Marseilles. T realized that there oould be but one reason for such a request, and In less than twelve hours I found myself with Rimmington and Monsieur Demayel, the chief of the Marseilles police, ransacking the contents of a small villa in the suburbs of Marseilles, which had lately been the sceen of one of those crimes for which the place was fast gaining an unenviable notoriety. I had had no conversation with Rimmington, and I had no idea why my help had been sought lr. this case, which appeared to have no special characteristics. The late inhabitant of the villa, a man of over 70 years of age, had been found twenty-four hours ago suffering from severe wounds about the head and in a state of collapse. He was lying in a neighboring hospital and was unlikely to recover. This much, however, was clear: he had been robbed of a large sum of money, the possession which he had foolishly bragged about in a neighboring case. We went through the usual routin? of examining the means by which entrance had been forced into the house, and hearing the evidence of the local gendarmerie. Afterward we drove to the police headquarters: and it was in Monsieur Demayel’s private room there that Rimmington at last explained what had been puzzling me so much.

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“GOOD EVENING. GENTLEMEN.” HE SAID. “YOU ARE PAYING ME A VISIT?” “You know, of course, Greyes,” he began, '"what my having sent for you means?” “Michael, I hope:” "We traced him to Paris,” he said, “and afterward here. Almost Immediately, as Monsier Demayel will tell you, there was not only an Increase In the number of crimes In the district, but there were evidences of a master-mind behind them all. Monsieur Demayel told me, an hour or so ago, that thefts to the value of

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over 11.000.000 francs had been committed within the last two months.” “And the connecting link?” I questioned. “Eight days ago.” Rimmington said, watching me closely, “Janet Soale sailed from Tilbury for Maiseilles. The woman who was Michael’s companion in New York, who goes by the name of Louisa Martin, after traveling from America to Havre, joined the same steamer at Gibraltar, having evidently chosen a circuitous route to avoid suspicion. Those two women are both on their way to Marseilles; they are due to arrive, in fact, tonight—and will be closely watched. Furthermore, I think that Monsieur Demayel can show you something of interest." Monsieur Demayel placed a leatherbound volume before me and pointed to an entry. I read the few lines quickly: Henri Guy, French-Colonial, bachelor, five feet six inches, morose, gray hair and beard, physical appearance described elsewhere, address, Villa Vlolette, Bandol. Has large correspondence, subscribes to English newspapers. among them “Golf Illustrated.” Has small car and has been seen on Hyeres golf links. “And finally?’ 1 asked. “The person in question,” M. Demayel continued, "is reported to have changed at the Casino at BandoJ last evening one of the mills notes stolen from the house we visited this afternoon.” “How far is it to Bandol?” I in. quired. “Forty-seven kilometers," the chief of the police replied, “and we should have been there by now, but my friend Mr. Rimmington here insisted upon waiting for you.” I asked only one question on the way. "Tou spoke of Janet Soale as coming out on the boat,” I said to Rimmington. “That was her name before she married Michael.” Rimmington nodded. "tor some reason or other she has renewed it. It is possible that she has -discovered something about Michael which T have suspected for some time.” I controlled my voice as well as I could. I did not wish even Rimmington to know how much this meant to me. “What do you mean?” I asked. " “I believe.” he replied, "that Michael was married many years ago to this woman, Louisa Martin. Janet Poale may have got to know of this. She may be coming out to try and discover the truth. It is certain that for many months she has not been in communication with Michael.” The chief of the police gazed thoughtfully out of the window. • • • We reached Bandol just before dusk and found the Villa Vlolette on the outskirts of the town. We left the car In the road and took the path which led to the front door. Our summons was at ortce answered by a stout, g<Wl-humored Frenchwoman, who shook her head regretfully when we Inquired for Monsieur Guy. “Monsieur is out in his automobile,” she told us. “He may return at any moment, or perhaps not at all tonight. The gentlemen will leave a message?" “We will come in and wait for a little time,” Demayel suggested. The woman did not remove her pertly form from the threshold. “That, alas, monsieur, is lmpos- ! slble!” she declared. “My master receives few visitors and he would not , suffer any one in the house." Monsieur Demayel touched her on the shoulder. He was looking curiously into her face. “Madame,” he said, "I am Chef de la Surete of Marseilles, and I go where I choose. Furthermore, it 1 seems that your face is familiar to me.” She shrunk away. “Chef de la Surete!” she muttered. “But who has done wrong here?” We searched the sitting-room and dining-room of Monsieur Henri Guy, and we found nothing that might not have belonged to a French colonial who had made a small fortune in sugar. But in his bedroom, covered over with a sheet and hidden behind a cupboard, I found a prize indeed. I found the golf-clubs which Stanfield had used when he had played against me at Woking. I drew from the bag the putter which had sealed my defeat, and even in that moment of triumph I felt a little thrill of pleasure when I realized its perfect balance. “Our search Is over," I pronounced. "Our search is not over,” Rimmington reminded me, “until we have found the man." We wre there altogether for half an hour, during which time we searched the place closely. The small garage was empty, and Rimmington pointed out the six or eight empty tins which had evidently Just been used. We announced our intended departure. The housekeeper, who now seemed certain of her master’s immediate return, did her best to persuade us to linger. Monsieur Demayel cut her short. “Madame,” he said, “you will be so good as to consider yourself under surveillance. I shall leave a gendarme in the house with you.” The woman burst into a torrent of furious complaints and abuse, lapsing Into a French argot which was absolutely incomprehensible td me. Monsieur Demayel listened to her thoughtfully. Then he turned to the gendarme who had come with us from Marseilles. “Do not let this woman out of your sight,” he ordered. “She is of the Maritime Quartier, where I suspect her master is in hiding by now.” The gendarme saluted and laid hts hand upon the housekeeper’s shoulder. Suddenly she burst Into a fit of laughter and pointed up the avenue. “It is Monsieur who returns,” she announced. “Now what will you say to him —you who have ransacked his rooms and upset his house! Chief of the police, indeed! La la!” We stood by the front door, and I for my part was amazed. An elderly gentleman of highly respectable appearaM'e drove up in a small car and lifted®‘s soft felt hat to us courteously.

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“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said. "You aie paying me a visit?” “You are Monsieur Guy?” Demayel inquired. ‘‘That is certainly my name,” was the prompt reply. “And this is your house?” “I rent It subject to your pleasure, gentlemen.” • • * Hs descended from the car and looked at every one of ua Inquiringly. I knew better than any other what

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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

a past master In the art of disguises Michael was; but 1 knew that this was not he. "My name is Demayel,” the Chief announced. “I am the Chef de la Sureta In Marseilles. You will be so good as to answer me a few questions.” “Chef de la Suretel” the newcomer repeated, and if his amazement were feigned, It was very well feigned indeed. But certainly! You have lived here

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returned with a bag of golf clubs. "These are perhaps yours?” I asked. (Continued in Our Next Issue) RECORD TIME BEING MADE Europe Can Be Crossed in IjCss Than Thirty Hours. LONDON, May 24.—Throygh the collaboration of airplane companies with the continental railways it 11^

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

now possible to travel from London across Europe In less than thirty hours. Passengers leaving London in the late afternoon can catch the 7:45 o’clock Orient Express at Paris, arriving at Strasbourg at 3:30 in the morning and taking an airplane for Bucharest or Constantinople. The last lap of the journey between Belgrade and Bucharest is covered at night in a machine with a triple

THURSDAY, MAY 24,1923

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motor, and Bucharest is reachecb about 10 o’clock. " EGGS ARE NOW AWAY UP KINGSTON, N. Y„ May 24.—Chickens belonging to Mrs. Amelia Henretty have left their chicken house and have gone to the tree-tops to make their.nests and lay their eggs. Mrs. Henretty has bought a long extensjrn ladder, saying she is getting too is to chmh traas for agga.