Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 18, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 June 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN ORE YES, ones of Scotland Yard, when Sayers" .-%emtiful housemaid. •TANEY saves lum from Sir Norman by shooting dead an offhw sent to arrest him. Graves falls in love with Janet and propose! marriage. Mjchae! disguises himself as Colonel Esoombe and attends the wedding reception. Having stolen a pearl necklace, gift o; Sir Norman to his bride. Sayers gives them to Beatrice to return to Janet Michael answers a cipher message published in a paper and buys from the divorced wife of a politician a bundle of manuscript evidence against the woman’s former husband. Upon reading the manuscript Michael learns that the reputations of a leading politician and Lord Kindcrsley are in his hands. Sayers ponders the best way to lum his prize into money. NOW GO OX WITH STORY Michael Tells Story: £ £ TOTon ‘my account," I insisted. "The transaction ” must remain exactly as it is until I give the word.” I rang- off, filled my bag. as usual, with stationery-samples and took the tube to Bond Street, whence I walked on to South Audley St. Upon arrival at my destination. I was informed by an imposing-looking butler that Lord Kindersley was at home, but it was scarcely likely that he would receive me unless I had an appointment. I risked the butler's .being human, and bought my way as far as the waitingroom. Once arrived there, I managed to impress an untidy and bespectacled secretary with the idea that it might be worth Lord Kindersley’s while to spare me a few minutes of hi3 time. In the end I was ushered into the great man's sanctum. "What can I do for you—er—Mr. Buckross?” he inquired, glancing at my card. I was anxious to test my new identity, and I stood full in the light. It was obvious, however, that Lord Klndersley had not an idea that we had ever met before.

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“STOP.” HE SHOUTED. AS I TURNED TOWARD THE DOOR. "HOW DID YOU COME BY THIS STORY?” “1 have come to see you on a very serious matter. Lord Kindersley,” I said, “and I am anxious that there should he no misunderstanding-. I do not wish for a penny of your money. I am here, in fact, to save you from the loss of a great deal of it. My visit, nevertheless, has a very serious side.”

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He looked at me steadily from under his bushy eyebrows. "Go on,” he invited curtly. “Last March," I continued, “you averted the threatened shipping strike and saved yourself the loss of at least one of your millions by bribing a well-known labor leader to declare for peace instead of war. You and one other great shipowner were alone concerned in this matter. That other man, I gather, is dead.” I-iord Kindersley was staring at me with a queer look in his eyes. His voice when he answered me, was unsteady. “What on earth are you talking about?" T took two documents from my pocket and moved a little nearer to him. “Here,” I said, "is Rendall's proposed speech, counseling the strike and signed by the leaders of the various unions. Here, also, is your letter to Rendall, making him the otfer of SO.OOO pounds to withhold it. which sum was paid to him the next evening at the National Liberal Club.” All the initial affability and condescension had gone from bin! Kin dersley's manner. He looked like a man on the verge of a collapse. “My Godl" he muttered. “Kendall swore he had destroyed my letter!” "He instructed his wife to do so. She retained it for her own purposes. A few months ago her husband divorced her. This is her revenge. She has sold the'copy of the speech and the letter to me. I know, also, the other facij? in connection with the case.” Lord Kindersley took out his handkerchief and mopped his forehead. Already he began to see his way. “I will buy those documents from you." he proposed. “Your Lordship.” I replied, “I am not a blackmailer.” ’ "Tou shall receive the money quite safely,” he went on eagerly. "I should not dream of communicating with the police. I shall look upon it as an equitable business transaction. Name your price. lam not a mean man.” "Neither, as I remarked before, am Ia blackmailer.” I persisted. "My use for these letters is predestined. They go to the press." Lord Kindersley sprang so his feet. “Listen,” he said impressively; "no newspaper would deal with you as liberally as I am prepared to do. Those documents must not be published. If it were generally known that I had —ah—influenced Kendall to held up that speech, labor would d* dare war against me tomorrow Not a man would stay in my employ. Be sides, it would bring discredit upon my party. It would ruin me politi ca.ly as well as actually Come, now, Mr. Buckross. you look like a business man. Let’s talk business. I’ll write you a check for 10.000 pounds this morning.” “Your Lordship,” I replied, "if I dealt with you in the way you sue gest it, would amount to a criminal offense. My conscience forbids it. r can deal with the press fairly and openly. Your political ruin I eannn, help. Your financial ruin I may help you to modify. I offer you four days grace, during which time you had bet ter get rid of as many of your shares in the Kindersley Shipping Companj as you can.” “You promise to do nothing for four days?” Lord Kindersley exclaimed" eagerly. “I promise." He leaned back in his chair anu mopped his forehead. “Weil, that's a respite, at any rate.” he said. "Now, Mr. Buckross, you and I have got to understand each other on this deal.” "We shall never get to any nearer understanding each other than we do at present,“l assured him. "Rubbish!" he answered. “What I want you to do is to get that black mailing idea out of your head. Look here; stay and have lunch with me, and we ll discuss the matter over a cigar and a glass of wine.” “I should he taking your lunch under false pretenses,” I replied, rising and buttoning my coat. “You shall have the four days’ grace which I have promised." He followed me to the door, entreating me for m.v address. So convinced was he that I would change my mind, that he sent his secretary out into the street after me. In the end I made my escape by promising to see him again on the evening of the third day.

I took my usual leisurely lunch and afterward made my way to the uninspiring neighborhood of Streatham. “The Towers.” which I had discovered from a book of references to be Mr. Edward Rendall's address, was a hopelessly vulgar edifice of gray stone, approached by what is generally described as a short carriage drive. The popular M. P , as was his boast, was not in the least difficult of access. He came into the room within a few minutes, a pipe in his mouth, and giving evidence of all the easy good-nature which befitted his position. “Don’t know who you are. Mr. F.uckross.” he said, notices with some I surprise that I had not availed myself I of the opportunity of shaking hands | with him, “but sit down, and welcome. I What can I do for you?” "I have brought you bad news, Mr. ; Rendall,” I announced. "The devil you have.” he answered. | removing his pipe from his teeth and | staring at me. "Who are you, anyway? I don’t seem to recognize your name.” • "That really doesn't matter,” I replied. “You can call me a journalist. if you like. It’s as near the truth as anything about myself that I’m likely to tell you. Something very disagreeable Is going to happen to you on the fourth day from now, and as I am partly responsible for it. I have come out hereto give you a word of warning.” ‘‘You’re getting at me,” he protested uneasily. "Not in the least,” I assured him. "The facts to which I allude are these: I have in my possession a copy of the speech which you ought to have made at Liverpool last March and didn't, and also the original letter from Lord Kindersley, offering you 50.000 pounds to .hold it up. I also know that you re-.

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ceived that money on the following evening at the National Liberal Club, and 1 know what banks you intrusted it to.” * • Rendall was, I believe, at heart, just as much of a coward as Kindersley, but he showed it in a different fashion. "You lying blackmailer!” he shouted. "How dare you come here with such a story! Get out of the house, >cr I’ll throw you down the steps.”

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

"I have fulfilled my mission,” 1 told him. "I shall be very glad indeed to go." “Stop!” he shouted as I turned toward the door. "How did you cone by this cock-and-bull story?” “How should I have come by it at all unless it were the truth?" I answered. "The whole world will know the facts soon enough. I obtained the papers from your wife.” "That’s a lie, then,” he declared

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truculently, “for I saw her destroy t\e letter.” I smiled. The man, after all, was a poor sport "She deceived you.” I replied. "You saw her destroy a circular. She kept the letter. Perhaps she had her rea sons. I bought it from her and an other man at Frascati’s restaurant last night.” Conviction seized upon Mr. Edward .Rendall. His eyes narrowed a little.

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"How do I know that the whole thing isn’t a bluff?” he said suspl ciously. "Have you got the documents with you?” “I have,” I told him. He attempted nothing in the way of subtlety. He relied, I suppose, upon his six feet and his brawny shoulders. He came at me like a hull, head down and fist swinging. It was a very ridiculous encounter. (Continued in Our Next Issue)

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

STUDENTS TO GIVE OPERA Tech Choral Society Will Present “Martha,” June 7. Two selections from the opera, “Martha,” which will be presented by the Choral Society of Technical High School at an outdoor theater on the athletic field, June 7, were given by Martha Lukens, Suzanne Kolkoff, James Hatton and Herbert Sedan late

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—By AL POSEN

Thursday. A senior and post-graduate entertainment was held. Earl Ostermeier gave a cornet svlo. Jerald Dunlap and Paul Van Arsdale played a flute duet. Two Revolvers and S3O Gone James Miller, colored. 435 Vz Smith St., today gave detectives a description of two revolvers stolen from hi3 home Thursday afternoon. The burglar also took. S3O, Miller said.