Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 275, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 March 1924 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERB TODAY Sailie Peek, employe ot the Fair Deal Five & Ten. quarrels with her policeman sweetheart, Michael Curtis. That night Sailie goes into the yar<i to take down a washing for Ma Brennan, with whom Sailie lives. A crash shakes the earth and something strikes Sailie a blow on the head. When she regains consciousness the girl finds herself in strange surroundings. A French maid calls her Alva Copeland and Madame Copeland, a tall, richly gowned woman, claims her as her step-dai ht*r Sailie meets Cousin Wheeler, who makes love to her. She resolves to solve to solve the mystery. She finds out that she is being substituted for the real Alva Copeland, real victim of the wreck. Michael Curtis becomes suspicious and goes on the trail of the Copelands. He goes for information to a chemist friend. NOW UO ON WITH THE STORY j r-nl HE sergeant had seized his I I hand and was shaking it vio-—-iJ lently. “That’s all I need to know about it. Joel'* Mike laughed with an odd catch in his voice. “You'vg helped me more than once before, but this is the greatest thing you've ever done for me”' Leaving the amazed little chemist staring blankly after him, Jie thrust the lock of hair back into the envelope -aid strode from the drug store. Ten minutes later he was closeted with his chief, pleading more earnestly than he ever had before. “Just a week, Captain! Perhaps I won't be away that long! I have a ■ •lew that’3 the strangest in the world!—” "A clew io what, Mike?” The capain thumped hiis desk in exasperation. “What’s the case? You know 1 sympathle with you in your troude, and I’d let you work on anything hat would help to take your mind off t, but I can’t have you running off on a wild goose chase without puting me wise to it first!" “It’s a matter of life and death, iaptain, that's all I can say.” There .vas a note of solemnity in the ser geant’s tones. "I want to find a certain person and if I don't I'll be willing to go back to pounding my beat igain, and in the foundry district, besides.’” The foundry district w s the toughest In town, and three luckless policemen had been done to death there In ls many months by the gangsters who it. The captain's face softened, but he sat for a long minute lost hi frowning meditation before he turned with a nod, “All right! You’re a high-handed young rascal, but I’ll give you your

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way this time. If you get in any mix up where you find you're not the whole cheese, get word to me and I’ll sti-iighten you ou.” Mike's eyes shone as he drew himself up and saluted stiffly. “Thanks, Captain!” A half hour later, with all his preparations completed, he started forth upon his quest. CHAPTER VI Pals Again The Kingsville station had long been locked up for the night anil the only signs of life about the sleeping little village were at the garage, before which a powerful roadster was undergoing repairs, and in the rear of the Italian shoemaker's, where a lively and apparently open craps game

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THE GRATEFUL GIOVANNI LET HIM OUT THE BACK WAY. was in progress, when a wiotorcyelc ! drove up to the baggage platform and its rider dismounted. After reconnoilering carefully he decided to commence operations bj Instituting a one-man raid upon the devotees of luck, which proved high ! Iy successful. Breaking in a low side ; window with the butt of his pistol he reversed it and flashed his shield before the astonished gamblers could do more than spring to their feet, and although muttered oaths ran . around the circle and more than one j knife flashed, that steadily pointing I pistol’s mouth held them back and j Mike spoke: “Police headquarters. Shaftstown I want only the shoemaker. The rest may go.” "Giovanni, he not-a here !” be gan a slallow little man eagerly, but his erstwhile guests paused in iheii scurrying exit to denounce him with one acclaim and he bowed to the inevitable. "Wat you wanna wit' me?” he demanded sullenly when Mike had climbed in at the sashless aperture. “Just to ask you some ciuestions. Giovanni. If you’ll an.-wer ’e>m truthfully. I'll forget I ever saw this little game, but if you lie I'll take you tip for running it, and you'll answer 'em over at Shaftstown.” Giovanni orotested volubly that he was well known as the most truthful maji in Kingsville and although he knew nothing he would say whatever the police officer might require, hut Mike cut him short. “All right. What time do you open your shop in the morning?” “Seex o'clock. Da boys stop before go to de job ” “Never mind about that! Did you open at six hist Tuesday morning?” Giovanni nodded, evidently amazed at the question. Then his dark eyes widened. ”Da day of da beega wreck—!’’ “Nothing to do with the wreck!” Mike retorted impatiently. “Did you see the seven o’clock trolley from Shaftstown stop at the station over there and a lame lady get out?” Giovanni smiled and shrugged. ’■'lt was not da lady who was creepled. but her shoe! Da heel is loose an' in da station it come off so she limp over here an’ I fix-a it on for her. Avery fine-a young senorina but in-a da troub’.” “What trouble do you mean?” Mike asked quickly. “How do you know?” “She cry- She t'ink I not-a see. but I could not-a help,” Giovanni spread out his hands. "She tremb', she shake-a like-a da leaf in da win'. I do not know w'at is dis-a troub’, but it seem like-a she is scared of somet'ing. maybe somebod'! She mus' go away queek but dere is-a no train, an' she ask of-a me w’ere is-a da garage. I tell-a her dat one, an’ w’en her heel is-a fix. she go.” He had pointed to the lighted service station before which the long-lined roadster still stood and Mike demanded eagerly. “Did she hire a car there? Did you see her leave? Which direction did they go in?” “Sure I see!” Giovanni nodded affirmatively. “She make-a da queek-a da barg’ wit’ Holloran —hees-a da prop’—an’ den she drive-a off like-a da dev' data way.” He indicated the turnpike leading to the main State road to New York and Mike exclaimed: “She didn’t drive herself!” “No, Frank-a Halloran, da son of da prop’, hees-a drive da beeg-a red car. an' da lady she sit-a all alone behind.” ‘‘What did the lady look like?" Mike reached Into his pocket and his informant’s eyes began to glisten. “Like-a da beautiful senoritas of our Sicily—blo-onde!” Giovanni ran his fingers in ecstasy through his own oily black hair. “Da leetle-a shoe, it is a so smal: I can hardly hoi' it in-a my han' when I fix-a da heel. She carry a black-abag, verra fine bag, an’ she do not-a one time iet a it out of-a her hands —” “That’s enough, Givovanni. I guess that’s the lady we’ve been asked to irace.” Mike handed him a hflL “That’s to pay for your broken window. but if I ever hear of your saying one word about this little talk we've had —!” The gr-ateful Giovanni, swearing the silence of the grave let bint out he back way and he proceeded at i.n< eto the garage. The ear at its evidently ready for immediate departure, for the mechanics had both drawn asld* and a huge, burly individual in a sweater stood

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the trouble!*’ the man In the visorocl cap replied and at the sound of his voice Mike stood as if turned to stone, unaware that h® was In the direct glare of the lamps "I want to get on to New York as quick as—Good Lord, it isn’t—Mike! Mike, old scout!” Mike’s heart leaped, but the habit of the service long past was strong upon him and he drew himself up and saluted as stiffly as he had at headquarters an hour or so before. This time the salute was interrupted, however, for the other crabbed him

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and enfolded him in a bear-like hug, to the intense interest of the garage owner and the two repair men. “No saluting now, Mike! The war’s over, but not our friendship, I hope!” “Never that, Lieutenant Trevor!” Mike exclaimed, when the man whose life ho had saved in France released him. “I little thought to see you in these parts, sir!" ”1 motored down from New York only today, and was in too much of a hurry to get book to even atop and

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inquire for you, Mike,” Trevor replied remorsefully. “What are you doing over here, yourself?” “Just making a few inquiries and then I’m on to New' York, too. My motorcycle ls just over there by the station.” Mike's eyes twinkled. “Maybe I’ll beat you in. but if you intend to hit her up a little don’t mistake every cop’s bike you hear behind you for mine!” “I’ll do better than that!” Thevor turned to the garage owner. “Will you hav* one of your men go over to

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the station, get this gentleman’s motorcycle and fasten it securely to my car. He’ll ride with me." Halloran complied, but Mike remonstrated: “I’ll keep you back for a few minutes, Mr. Trevor, for I want a word with this man here, if his name is ‘Halloran' ” “I’ll wait till morning !” Trevor began, but the garage owner stepped forward with a belligerent air. ‘What do you want with me?’’ he demand art

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"I'm Detective Sergeant Curtis, Shaftstown headquarters,” announoed Mike succinctly. “I’m looking tor In-, formation about a young woman id brown, with a brown veil, golden hai| and yellow flowers on her hat. Shi carried a black traveling bag and eil gaged a big red car from you earfl last Tuesday morning. Your stfl Frank drove, and they were last sefl going in the direction of New Yorkfl Halloran chuckled. Si jn fly* Miftt - IIMMtHEfe