Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 284, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 April 1924 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Sllie Peck, employe of the Fair D*l Five 4 Ten. quarrels with her policeman sweetheart. Michael Curtis. That nigrht Sallie goe- into the yard to take down a washing for Ma Brennan. with whom Sallie lives. A crash shakes ihe earth and something strikes Sallie a blow on the head. When she regains con-ciousness. 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-daughter. Sallie discovers that she has fallen into the hand'- of crooks and is being substituted for the real Alva Copeland A man -j -vanl thinks he recognises in Sallie a lember of a gang of diamond thieves and helps her escape from Ihe house at night. Michael Curtis an d *rs friend. Captain Trevor, are trailing Sallie and Alva. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I - ZT“| ITT when footsore and weary I Ij I returned to his friend's 1 1 shabby, comfortable bachelor quarters it was to report no progress; he had spent the day riding on tube trains and ferries, questioning guards and deck hands, and taxi drivers at the New York terminals without result. The newspapers had given a paragraph to the missing girl but headquarters could report nothing except vague rumors and there seemed to be no alternative but to wait. "I'm about in the same boat. Mike!” Trevor exclaimed gloomily. “I saw Miss Copeland—Alva—at her window this afternoon when I was trailing round the block in the car and she seemed to be staring down straight at me but wiuldn't reply to any of my signals until finally she made an abrupt motion to me to go away! I can’t understand it! If she didn't recognize me why should she wave at all and if she did —ol\, she could not have meant that she did not wish cO see any more!” “Never mind, we'll get on the job igain in the morning,” Mike replied. ’l’m likely to be up and out before ou and you'll hear from me when you get back from that horseback ide of yours.” He was as good as his word for when Trevor awakened it was to find ~1 guest gone. After a fruitless cani.t along the bridle path in the park vrr'vas the avenue from the blank windows or rv, K£jand house he returned to find no nr-ssage from Mike and he paced the f.oor gloomily with dire but vague plans of abduc:ion forming in his mind for an nour or more before the telephone shrilled. “That you, Trevor?” It was unquestionably Mike’s voice but shaken with some emotion which his former ji INGROWN TOE NAIL < T How to Toughen Skin eo Nail < Turns Out Itself A few drops of "Outgro” upon the skin surrounding the ingrowing nail reduces inflammation and pain and so toughens the tender, sensitive skin underneath the toe nail, that it can not penetrate the flesh, and the nail turns naturally outward almost over night. “Outgro” is a harmless antiseptic manufactured for chiropodists. However, anyone can buy from the drug store a tiny bottle containing directions.—Advertisement.

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lieutenant had never heard in it. even in the heat of battje. “I want you to come down here at once and watch your step as you travel! Got your old Army revolver?” “Yes. but what’s the idea and where is ‘here?’ ” Trevor demanded. Mike gave an address on an oldfashioned block in the fifties and added: “I have found a lady who has a strange story to tell us both, for it interests you us well as me. Look out that somebody doesn’t try to drop a brick on you from a housetop or run you down with a taxi crossing a street, for I think you're being watched and if they trail you here they may try to get you!” “Oh. come, Mike!” Trevor laughed. “I didn't think you'd develop nerves at this late day!” “It’s serious!” Mike insisted. "I can't talk over the ’phone, but I

A CAREENING TAXI NEARLY BOWLED HIM OVER. have news for you of—of the girl in the window. Now do you understand?” “The girl—! Mike! I'll be there as quick as a taxi —!"’ “Not a strange one " warned Mike once more. “I'll Ik- waiting for you.” Trevor loaded iiis old army “cannon’ 'and thrust it mechanically into his belt, then put on a topcoat to hide the bulge and hurried from his apartment. So keenly wrought up was he in anticipation over the pos sible news which Mike might have for him that he forgot the warning until a careening t;txi nearly bowled him over as be crossed Fifty-sixth Street and two men sprang front no where and started up a brisk fight directly m his path when he had proceeded a little further down the block. He avoided the combatants and reached the house number given him, to find a stout but very distressed looking elderly woman in her Sunday black s:lk holding the door open for hitn as he mounted the dingy high stoop. “Is it Mr. Trevor?” she asked. “Your friends right in the parlor. He woqldn't let me fix his head —!’* “Mike!" Carin Trevor dashed past her and into the little recept.on room where he found the detective seated on a haircloth sofa holding a reddened handkerchief to his head. “It's only a scratch!” Mike an nounced defensively. “A loose tile fell off a roof as I passed by. but my hat saved me. Come in, Mrs. Jennet, and tell Mr. Trevor the details of the story you just told me.” Mrs. Jennet bustled in and seated herself in the chair which Trevor drew forward for her. “Well, I must say I’m glad your friend thinks I did right!” she began. "Os course I'd ought to have gone to the police yesterday when I seen that article in the paper about the young lady being missing, but 1 been running a Vespeetable boarding house here for a good many years with never a word of scandal and I —I was afraid!” “Do you mean the black haired young lady in the blue —?” Trevor spoke in a puzzled tone, but she cut him short with an energetic nod. “Yes. There's two or three old taxi fellers that used to be hansom drivers in the old days, who hang around the river tunnels and if a fare looks all right to them, and asks for a nice, quiet place to hoard they bring ’em to me. That's how the young lady come, last Tuesday afternoon at half-past four. She was a stranger in the city and real tired and frightened, bat quite the lady and I give her my third floor front and made her as comfortable as I could, even giving her ink and writing paper which she asked for, though it ain't my rule. “She had a big tan leather grip | with her and it seemed awful heavy, but she didn't open it while I stood 'round. She'd a wad of bills wrapped in a handkerchief and stuck in her waist and she paid me a week’s board in advance before I had time to ask for it. and the 2 cents for the stamp I’d give her. Then she asked me where the nearest post-box was and I told her ‘on the corner.’ All this while I didn't know her name nor j think, somehow, to ask, but she re- ' rnembered first and said she was j Alice Smith, from Kingsville, which I I’d never heard of.

“I had to leave her then ’cause the girl screeched up to me that there was 1 a gentleman downstairs looking for ! board and I had two more rooms va I cant. He was a kind of loud-looking young feller without any baggage and I didn’t want to take him at first, but he said his bags were checked and he’d bring 'em right over. I give him the second floor back and he paid me out of a big roll, but even then I wasn’t easy in my mind about him. though he told me his name real [ prompt—Alex Brown, it was. “I give him a latch-key, same as I had Miss Smith, and then went down to see about the dinner and it wasn’t till the girl was setting the table long after dusk, that 1 remembered Miss Smith hadn’t no soap nor towels to her stationary wash-basin. T'p I goes with them, but her door was locked and when she didn't answer my knock I opened it with my pass-key. The loom was empty and I see she must have gone out to mail her letter ft>r she'd used the ink and there

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was a little pile of torn paper beside it on the table. “Not liking scraps about I gathered 'em up in my hand when I come downstairs, but when I reached Ails floor that dratted girl screeched to me that the water cooler was leaking, so I stuffed those pieces of paper in tht vase over there forgot all about ’em till the next day, when something else happened.” Mrs. Jennet paused in her story and Trevor glanced at Mike.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD HOME TOWN— By STANLEY

‘‘You said I should hear news of — of someone else,” he suggested. “This must be the girl you were looking for, but—?” “You’ll hear news of more than onl girl, Trevor,” Mike responded gravely. “Go on, please, Mrs. Jennet,’ “Well, the young man sent out to dinner, but he come in along about 10, lugging two big bags with him, and I didrFt hear any more from him that night. Mis Smith didn’t come in again: she ain’t never come back since she went out Pi mail that letter, and

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if I hadn’t heard of her in a roundabout way the next day I would have been in duty bound to notify the police of her disappearance.” “Good heavens!” Trevor glanced sympathetically at his friend. “Mike, old man!” “Wait!” Mike's gravity deepened. “Tell the rest, Mrs. Jennet, please." “Well, I set up most of the night, her being a stranger in the city, and worried my head off about her. When 12 o’clock come and no sign of her, I went up to her room to look In her ‘

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bag and see If I couldn’t find some trace of her folks In case there’d been an accident, and then I noticed that the big tan grip was brand new and not even locked. When I opened It what should I find inside but another, smaller bag of black leather, worn a little, but much more expensive than the other, which was just a cover for it! “I seen right then that something wa* wrong and I took the little black traveling bag straight to my room—which Is along the hall at the back—-

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

and opened that, too. It was packed full of ladies’ clothes, and toilet articles, and a big jar of cold cream all gouged out but nothing else; not a sign of a letter nor an address nor even an initial! “I put the black bag on the floor of my closet instead of taking it back because I thought I heard footsteps in the hall but when I opened my door no one was there. The same thing happened again long toward morning and I declare t never put in such a night!

THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 1924

—By MARTIN

—By TAYLOR

“The new Mr. Brown corns dowrJ early to breakfast and was very pleasant. He went out right afterwards, and about eleven o’clock a real stylish little private automobile drove up and the chaffeur got out — it was one of the closed kind—and rang the front-door bell, and the girl brought a note .0 me. Your friend has it, Mr. Trevor.” Silently Mike handed over a double sheet of pale blue paper and Trevor read: (Continued in Our Nest Iseuet