Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 205, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 December 1925 — Page 8

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1 BEGIN UK RE TODAY jBIARBARA HAWLEY. 25. breaks Hli her fiance. BRUCE REYNOLD 9. gets a job on (In Indianapolis Telein order to see life. McDERMOTT, the manap- , editor, is a former friend of her BOB JEFFRIES. police reporter, friendly. Barbara pets a letter in the lovelorn signed “Violetta," asking how to tract a young man socially superior to writer. ■ Barbara attends a newspaper dinner at Lighthouse Inn. with SINBAD SULa press agent. There she meets BALE, a man about town. she is dancing with him, Sinbad ■■rinks too much champagne and climbs Bi the table to sing. ■ To Barbara's horror, she Sees Bruce staring at her. The sound or a shot comes from an room in tile roadhouse. ■ now go on with the story ■ CHAPTER XIV Z. | O one moved. | Sinbad, poised among the UIU candlesticks, swayed slightly, his mouth still open. Barbara

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Sullivan had slumped down among the chrysanthemums, and one or two tables near the windows, at which sat men who watched the scene with a cynical amusement. Barbara clung to the chair on which she had been leaning, Jerome, Bob and all the rest of the newspaper people had completely disappeared. She felt a hand on her arm, and turning, found Bruce Reynolds looking down at her. His face was white. “Let me take you home, Barbara. There’s a side door we can use.” Barbara Jerked, away from him. “No, thank you.” She reached for her wrap and started for the door. Bruce followed her. v_ “Look here, Barbara,” he said, “don’t be foolish. This Is no time to carry an old grudge. You should never have come here. You’ve got to get out of this place and somebody must take you. They say the police have been called.” “I don’t need you!" snapped Barbara. “I have an escort. Suppose you stop troubling yourself on my account.” “The last I saw of your escort," answered Bruce, sternly, “he was doing grand opera among the chrysanthemums.” He tossed his head toward the table where the newspaper party had sat. Sinbad thy with his head in the flower basket. Barbara turned upon Bgpce. “What’s the idea of your telling me whether or not I’ve got to get out of this place, anyway? I’m not going to get out. This Is going to be a front page story, and I’m here to cover the .ground for the Telegraph.” She walked away, with her head In the air. The room was practically empty by this time, and she went out Into the hall. Bob had vanished. Several of the other men from the newspaper group were In the hall, arguing with the roadhouse manager to let them Into the room where the shot had been fired. The manager was resisting their pleas with gruff words and emphatic hands. Someone rushed up to Barbara. She recognized him as one of the Tribune reporters who had been in her party. “Say, Miss Hawley,” he cried, “Jeffries asked me to look

out for you. That society editor he had flung a fit at the first mention of the police and hung around his neck to be taken home. Threatened to go into hysterics if he didn’t get her out before her reputation was blasted. Never felt so sorry for a chap in my life. If you’ll wait in there while I get the facts on this I’ll take you home in a few minutes." "Thank you,” smiled Barbara, ‘but I think I’ll get a few facts myself.” She made her way to a narrow hall that wound toward the back of the house. A maid with cap awry was hurrying through the dark passageway. “Where is the room where the accident occurred?” asked Barbara. “I must see the doctor.” The girl stammered and clutched at her apron. “Over there, the little door under the stairs." Barbara, opened the door slowly and looked in. A blaze of light met her eyes. The room was small, probably Intended for a study or second library. Its walls were wainscotted in walnut, and there were no windows. Electric lights > overhead and In the wall sconces burned garishly. In a. corner stood a table for two, the cloth dragged half off and trailing on the floor. Overturned glasses and a wine bottle lay' near the table edge. A man’s overcoat and hat hung on a peg near the table. Barbara advanced to examine them. The pockets had been emptied. She looked around the room. There fas nothing else In sight. Barbara turned toward the door. Just before she reached It, she turned and looked back at the wrecked table. Something red caught her eye In the folds of the cloth. In an instant she was on her knees beside the table. She drew out from beneath it a piece of red silk. Barbara stared at the vivid streamer. Then she thrust It in the pocket of her wrap. She was closing the door when the little doctor In gray hurried down the steps, carrying his medicine case. Barbara stepped In front of him. “A clear case of suicide," he replied to her question. “Norman

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woman companion flees before tragedy.” Barbara laid down the extra with its ink still wet, and pulled on her coat. Hhe yellow taffeta dress had a splash of black grease across the skirt, where she_had brushed against a table In the composing room. Her body ached with, fatigue. Bob sauntered across the room to sit on her desk. “Great story. Balls,’’ he said. “If you hadn't got Into that room, before they cleaned it up, we’d never have known about the unknown woman companion." “Well,” said Barbara slowly, “if she really had nothing to do with ‘he murder, it seems a shame to drag her out into the limelight Women never live those things down you know. Even as it is now, Hoilowell’s wife Is going to suffer for my discovery of that red sash. They say she’s in Chicago. She’d never have known that her husband wasn’t a model of virtue, If It hadn't been for me." “That's what happens, Babs. No use trying to beat the game. You always get caught, even though you die first.” Andrew McDermott came out of his office. “Who's this chap named Reynolds that’s been calling for you all evening, Miss Hawley?” he asked. “I answered his calls three times myself.” “A former friend of mine,” Barbara spoke coldly. “I want you to see Mrs. Lydia Stacy, out in Irvington tomorrow. She’s Just hack frqm a year In Europe and she’s always good copy. I don’t care what she talks about. Might ask her about Paris clothes or Berlin beer. Lydia will give you a front page story. She has a sense of the dramatic that would have made her a fine newspaper woman. And she has the money to five up to It. "I think If I were you, TM call that young Reynolds. Ho seemed In great distress because he could not reach you.” Barbara stopped by the telephone switchboard von her way to the hat rack, “If anybory named Reynolds ever calls me again, say I’m not in.” (To Be Continued)