Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 38, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 June 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY Mark Brendon. famous criminal investigator, is taking holiday on Dartmoor. where fishing is his pleasure. While visiting a trout stream in Foggintor Quarry, Mark holds conversation with a man clad conspicuously in Norfolk jacket, knickerbockers and a red waistcoat with brass buttons. The stranger s hair and huge mustaches are fiery red in color. Later Brendon receives a letter from Jenny Pen dean asking him to investigate the disappearance of her husband. Mark goes to call at Jenny's home and learns that the man he met in the Quarry is Robert Redmayne, uncle to Jenny, and that he is missing and suspected of murdering Michaei Pendean, who also is missing. Robert Redmayne and hit trvo brothers are Jenny’s three living relatives. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY { war altered everything and created a painful breach between my future husband and my Uncle Robert. The latter instantly volunteered and rejoined in the opportunity to seek adventure. “My husband had no mind for active warfare. He was delicately built and of a gentle temperament. Uncle Robert, fiowever, made a personal thing of It. "He represented the situation to his brothers, and Uncle Bendigo—who had just retired, but who, belonging to the Naval Reserve, now joined up and soon took charge of some mine sweepers—wrote very strongly as to what he thought was Michael’s duty. From Italy Uncle Albert also declared his mind to the same purpose, and though I resented their attitude, the decision, of course, rested with Michael, not with me. He was only flve-and-twen-ty then and he had no desire but to do his duty. There was nobody to advise him and, perceiving the danger of opposing my uncle’s wishes, he yielded and volunteered. “But he was refused. A doctor declared that a heart murmur made the necessary training quite impossible and I thanked God when I heard it. At my own wish Michael married me and I informed my uncles that he had done so. Relations were strained all round after that; but I did not care; and my husband only lived to please me. The Prince of Wales had been Instrumental In starting a big moss depot for the preparation of dressings; and both my husband and I joined this station.

rj “WHEN MY HUSBAND RETURNED FROM THE BUNGALOW I BROUGHT THEM TOGETHER.” “For nearly two years we stuck to this task, lodging here with Mrs. Gerry. During that time I fell in love with Dartmour and begged my husband to build me a bungalow up hero when the war was ended, if he could afford to do so. His pilchard trade with Italy practically came to an end after the summer of 1914. But the company of Pendean & Trecarrow owned some good little steamers and these were soon very valuable. Sc Michael, who had got to care for Dartmoor as much as I did, presently took steps and succeeded in obtaining a long lease of a beautiful and sheltered spot near Foggintor quarries, a few miles from here. “Meanwhile, I had heard nothing from my uncles, though I had seen Uncle Robert’s name in the paper among those who had won the D. S. O. Michael advised me to leave the question of my money until after the war, and so I did. We began our bungalow last year and came back to live with Mjs. Gerry until it should be completed. “Six months ago I wrote to Uncle Albert in Italy and he told me that he should deliberate the proposition; but he still much resented my marriage. I wrote to Uncle Bendigo at

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Dartmouth also, who was now In his ’ new home; but while not particularly angry with me, his reply spoke slightingly of my dear husband. "A week ago I was walking out of the postoffice, when who should suddenly stop in front of me on a motor bicycle but Uncle Robert! I waited only to see him dismount and set his machine on a rest before the postoffice. Then I approached him. He was lodging at Paignton, down on Torbay, for the summer months, and he hinted that he was engaged to be married. “He had been to see an old war comrade at Two Bridges, two miles from here, and meant to lunch at the Duchy Hotel and then proceed to Plymouth; but I prevailed upon him at last to come and share our midday meal, and I was able to tell him things about Michael which promised to change his unfriendly attitude. When my husband returned from the bungalaw T brought them together again. Michael was on his defense Instantly; but he never harbored a grievance very long and when he saw that Uncle Bob was not unfriendly and very Interested to hear he had won the O. B. E. for his valuable services at the depot, Michael showed a ready inclination to forget and forgive the past. “I think that was almost the happiest day of my life and, with my anxiety much modified, I was able to study Uncle Robert a little. He seemed unchanged, save that he talked louder and was more excitable than ever. The war had given him wide, new interests; he was a captain and intended, if he could, to stop In the Army. He had escaped marvelously on many fields and seen much service. During the last few weeks before the armistice, he succumbed to gassing and w r as invalided; though, before that, he had also been out of action from shell shock for two months. “He talked for hours about the war and what he had done to win his honors; and we noticed particularly a feature of his conversation. His memory failed him sometimes^ “Michael explained to me afterward that this defect was a serious thing and probably indicated some brain trouble which might get worse. I begged Uncle Robert to stop with us for a few days instead of going to Plymouth. We walked out over the moor In the evening to see the bungalow and my uncle was very interested. “He stopped on and liked to lend a hand with she building sotnetimes after the builders had gone. He and Michael often spent hours of these long evenings there together; and I would take out tea to them.

“Uncle Robert had told us about his engagement to a young woman, the sister of a comrade in the war. She was stopping at Paignton with her parents and he was now going to return to her. He made us promise to come to Paignton next August for the Torbay Regatta; and in secret I begged him to write to both uncles and explain that he was now satisfied Michael had done his bit in the war. “Last night Uncle Robert and Michael went, after an early tea, to the bungalow, but I did not accompany them on this occasion. They ran round by road on Unde Robert’s motor bycycle, my husband sitting behind him, as he always did. “Supper time came and neither of them appeared. I am speaking of last night now, I did not bother till midnight, but then I grew frightened. I went to the police station, saw Inspector Halfyard, and told him that my husband and uncle had not come back from Foggintor and that I was anxious about them.” Mrs. Pendean stopped and Brendon rose. She shook his hand and a fleeting ghost- of a smile, infinitely pathetic but unconscious, touched her face. At the police’ station a car was waiting for Mark and in twenty minutes he had reached Foggintor. Inspector Halfyard rose as Brendon appeared, came forward, and hook hands.

“Have you searched the quarries?” “Come out to the bungalow and I’ll tell you what there is to tell. There’s been a murder all right, but we’re more likely to find the murderer than his victim.” They went out together and soon stood in the building. “Now let’s have the story from where you come in,” said Brendon, and Inspector Halfyard told his tale. “Somewhere about a quarter after midnight I was knocked up. Down I came and Constable Ford, on duty at the time, told me that Mrs. Pendean was to see me. •Her husband and her uncle. Captain Redmavne, had gone to the bungalow, as they often did after”working hours, to carry on a bit; but at midnight they hadn’t come home, and she was put about for ’em. Hearing of the motor bike, I thought there might have been a breakdown, if not an accident, so I told Ford to knock up another chap and go down along the road. "Which they did and Ford came back at half after three with ugly news that they’d seen nobody, but they’d found a great pool of blood inside the bungalow’—as if somebody had been sticking a pig there. ’Twaa daylight by then and I motored out lnstanter. “I looked round very carefully for anything in the nature of a clew, but I couldn’t see so much as a button. The quarrymen don’t work here because this place hasn’t been open for more than a hundred years; but they go to Duke’s quarry down at Merlvale, and most of ’em have push bikes to take ’em to and from their job. “At their cottages, on my way back to breakfast. I got some information of a very definite kind. Two men told the same tale and they hadn’t met before they told it. One was Jim Bassett, under foreman at Duke’s quarry, and one was Ringrose, the water bailiff who lives in the enc cottage. Bassett was smoking at his door at 10 o’clock and Robert Redmayne came alone, pushing his motor bicycle till he reached the road. And behind the saddle he had a big sack fastened to the machine. “Bassett wished him ‘good night’ and he returned the compliment: and half a mile down the by-road, Ringfllke also passed him.” InaJßjtor Halfyard Mopped.

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“Did Ringrose also report the sack behind the motor bicycle?" asked Brendor"He did.” CHAPTER 111 The Mystery Brendon followed Halfyard Into the apartment destined to. be the kitchen of Michael Pemlean’s bungalow, and the lifted some tarpaulins that had been thrown

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

upon a comer of the room. Under the tarpaulin a great red stain soaked to the walla, where much blood had flowed. At the edge of the central stain were smears and, among them, half the impress of a big, nail-studded boot. (Continued in Our Next Issue) Bolshevists have abolished four of the thirty-six totters of the Russian alphabet. ’

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Will ‘Mule’ Milk Punch Be Next? U. S. Wonders as Cows Drink

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ceipt of a letter today by Bert C. Morgan, Federal prohibition director, from Everett A. Davisson, a Clinton lawyer. According to Davisson’s letter, two Innocent cows drank mash /hlch had

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

OUK BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

been poured out by Federal agents in a liquor raid at Blanford last week. They died. "The stuff never seemed to affect customers that way,” Morgan said. In case cows learn to drink the stuff without passing into the great beyond and get to producing white mule milk punch, a newi problem of serious proportions will face enforcement officers, It was argue/. It was suggested that • milk punch

MONDAY, JUNE 25, 1923

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cow could be closed up for a year under the nuisance section of the Volflj stead act. ™ W. S. Silkworth, president of the New York Consolidated Stock Exchange, says: "Ninety per cent of the persons who invest in Wall Street securities lose their money." Drug addicts In America mated to number