Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 22, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 June 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begir.s between MICHAF.L SAYERS, noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN GREYES. once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers' beautiful housemaid. JANET, saves him from Sir Norman by shooting 1 dead an officer sent to arrest him Sir Norman falls in love with Janet and marries her. Michael rescue* Lord Kindersley and his daughter, Beatrice, when (heir auto run 9 wild. Beatrice and Sayers fall in love, payers and his band of libbers break into Kindersley Court and rob the guests. Beatrice asks to be allowed to keep her jewels and Michael consents. Police and detectives are unable to trace the robbers. Michael returns to Kindersley Court and returns Janet's jewels Sayers announces to his chief confederations intention to retire. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Michael Sayers Talks: 44 a S for me," my companion ZA confessed, sipping his wine, * “my position has never been so difficult as yours. I have run no risks like you. I have never stolen a penny in my life, or raised my hand in anger or strife against any of my fellow-creatures.” “You have made a million or so by those who have,” I reminded him. “It Is a trifle, that,” he declared. “Let us speak of yourself, my friend. You are in the prime of life. You have just brought off one of the finest coups which has ever been rlanned. A hundred and fifty thousand pounds tp divide for the sale of those jewels, and. not a single clew left behind! What is going to take the place of these things to you In life?” I shrugged my shoulders, for indeed I had asked myself the same Question. “There is plenty of amusement to be found,” I answered.

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A FORTNIGHT LATER I READ MY OBITUARY NOTICE IN A DOZEN DIFFERENT NEW SPAPERS. “That Is all very well.” he pointed cut, “but if you destroy for yourself, as you say you have done, all the hundred and one means of escape which our ingenuity has evolved, you will have to step warily for the neat few years.” “My disappearance,” I replied, “will be your task. Today we divided the last installments of our recent profits —amounting, I think, to a little over two million francs. Half a million I have placed in this envelope. They will be yours in return for the service you are about to render me.” “It is a difficult matter, this, then, my friend?” he asked anxiously.

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“On the contrary, it will give you very’ little trouble indeed,” I assured him. “You have, I think, among your very useful connections, a friendly one with a certain French hospital.” “Your task, then, is simple,” I explained. “In the bag which I left at your office yesterday are clothes, jewelry, papers and other trifles of apparent insignificance. The next unknown man who dies in the hospital, cf my height and build, will be wearing these clothes, and will have in his possession the other trifles I have spoken of, which have been ail carefully chosen to establish my identity. The authorities will notify the French and New York police, Scotland Yard and the press.” “And afterward?” “There is no person breathing,” I tj>ld him. I shall confide my plan, lamin no hurry. I think you will agree that for a certain length of time, I couß! move about Paris without fear of being recognized.” “It is, without doubt, true,” my companion assented, leaning back in his place and studying me thoughtfully. “I passed you on the boulevard and here, in the entrance, without a single impulse of recognition. I did not know you even when you spoke to me. I tell you, Michael.” my companion concluded with some enthusiasm, “that no artist upon the stage or off it, in our day, is such a master of human disguise as you." “I will not attempt to say that you flatter me, Lefevre," I replied, “because, as a matter of fact,. I believe that what you say Is the truth. Very well then. Just as I am, I commence so much as may be left to me of the aftermath of life. Within a week I shall leave Paris. You may never see or hear of me again.” • • • A fortnight later I read my obituary notice in a dozen papers. The New York Herald devoted a column to me. and the Continental Daily Mall followed suit. The Times dismissed me wifi? half a dozen lines of small print, which seemed unkind when one considered the quantity of free sensational material I had afforded them. The Daily Telegraph seemed to think that Scotland Yard was at fault in having allowed me to slip out of the world according to my own tifne and inclination. The Morning Post thought that society at large must breathe a sign of relief at the passing away of one of the world's greatest criminals. Only one French paper reported a little incident which for a single moment brought the fires of madness into my blood—madness, and a weakness of which I shall not speak. Someone in England, a woman, had wired to a Paris florist, and trfere were flowers sent to the hospital on the morning of the funeral, with no hypocritical message, just the name “Beatrice” on a card • * * Well, it was my choice.

• • a Janet’s Narrative It was chance whirl} brought us to St. Jean de Lux. chance and Norman’s desiro to escape from the pandemonium of an overcrowded golf course. We sat out on the veranoa of the golf club on the late afternoon of our arrival, watching the pink and mauve outlines of the lqwer hills and the somber majesty of the snowcapped mountains beyond. I was conscious of a curious sense of tranquility, inspired a little, no doubt, by my surroundings. Norman, after a few wards of appreciation, looked longingly at his golf clubs and suggested a game to the secretary, who had j come out to welcome us. “Sorrs* but I’ve had two rounds al- j ready,” the latter regretted. “There's ! a man named Benisande out there, practicing. He’s a Frenchman, but a thundering good player. Would you care about a round with him?” “I should 'ike a round with any cne,” Norman declared enthusiast!-, cally. The secretary strolled across toward the man who was practicing mashie shots onto the last green, a slim man with a slight but graceful stoop, silver-gray hair and clean-cut, weathen-beaten features. He was dressed in tweed golf clothes of English fashion, and was attended by his own manservant, who was carrying his clubs. A few words of introduction were spoken, and we all made our way to the first tee. The Frenchman, discovering that Norman’s handicap was the same as his own, insisted upon the latter taking the honor. Norman drove an ayerage ball straight down the course —and then came the great moment. Monsieur Benisande glanced curiously at us both, handed his cap to his servant, swung his club and addressed the ball. I gave^a little cry._ Norman stood as though he were turned to stone. In that moment we had both recognized him. Unmoved, Michael drove straight and far up the course, and watched his ball for the length of Its run. Afterward we three stood and looked at one another upon the tee. The secretary had disappeared lntf.e clubhouse; the cuddies nad already started after the bails; we were practically alone. “We thought you were dead!” I gasped. Michael sighed. “I took great pains to insure your thinking so, he declared. "It Is my misfortune to hftrve run up against the two people who were bound to recognize me. Still, I hatfe had a very pleasant four years.” “Is It so long” I murmured, for Norman seemed still incapable of speech. / "Four years and a few months,” Michael continued. "I have a charming little villa, a converted farmhouse —you can see It through the trees there, a delightful garden—my violets and carnations are famous; and there are very few English flowers which i have not manage/} to grow. I play a round of golf whenever I feel like it, and when the wander hunger comes, I vanish up there into the Pyrenees. Antoine, my servant, is a Basque and an accomplished mountaineer. Today I can follow him anywhere.” “What are we going to do about this?” Norman muttered. “That remains with you,” Michael replied. • • • We started to walk slowly toward where the two balls were lying al-

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Greyes MajiOr. had my two babies to look after, and Norman his farms. The ties which had bound him to his old profession had naturally weakened; yet I knew now how his mind was working. Here, by his side, was a man whom he had sworn to bring to justice, a notorious criminal, a man who by every code of ethics and citizenship he ought promptly to denounce. And I knew that for some re&son he hated the

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you my partner this evening. I will play you this round for your liberty and my silence.” I saw Michael’s eyes glitter and I knew that the idea appealed to him. He looked toward the green and swung his cleek lightly backward and forward. “Let us understand one another,” he insisted. “If I win, I arr;, free of you for the rest of my life. If I lose, I am to face the end.” (Continued in Our Next Issue)

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

Kimbgflin Gets State Job Homer A. Kimberiin of Indianapolis, former record clerk in the Supreme and Appellate Courts, has been chosen secretary of the State board of accounts to succeed Charles A, Rockwell, resigned. Lawrence F. Orr, chief examiner, also announced selection of Mrs. Cora B. Mull as clerk to succeed Miss Carnet Gregory of Zionsville, resigned.

WEDNESDAY, JUNE 6, 1938

-By ALLMAN -

—By AL POSEN

Club Asks Viaduct Attorneys for the Indianapolis Country Club have appealed to the public service commission for authori* zation of a viaduct oh the Hardin Rd. over tracks of *the T. H. I. & E. lnterurban and the Big Four Railroad near the clubhouse. They say the present double crossing is dangerous. Expenses for the project would be apportioned between the county and the carriers.