Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 237, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 February 1929 — Page 11

FEB. 21, 1929_

CHAPTER XlX—(Continued) “Well, sir, the young lady dropped her pocketbook, and while I was stooping to pick up the scattered contents of the bag. the little lady excused herself, saying she had to telephone—” “To warn Borden not to let Jack Hayward into his office?” McMann pounced, his glinting, narrowed gray eyes fixed upon Ruth. The girl’s face flamed. “No! I simply made the conventional excuse, and went to the ladies’ restroom to—powder my face. I telephoned no one.” “H’mm!” McMann obviously did not believe her, “What else, Phillips?” “While I was picking up the scattered objects, the young gentleman was studying the menu card,’.’ the waiter went on, in his deprecating, hesitant manner. ‘He put the things back in the young lady’s bag and gave me the order, without waiting for the young lady—” “What was the order?” McMann demanded. “I wouldn't like to swear to that, sir—” “I ordered broiled mushrooms on toast for Miss Lester, and sweetbread patties for myself,” Jack, interrupted. “They were on the ready-to-serve list, and both of us are in the habit of eating light luncheons.” “That’s right, sir! I remember now!” the waiter corroborated ragerly.“l brought the orders right out, but first, before the young lady came back. I brought the rolls and butter and gave the young gentleman the key—” “The key! What key?” McMann demanded, his eyes taking quick note of Ruth’s startled surprise. “Why- sir, the key that had fell out of the young lady’s handbag. I kicked against it when I was putting the rolls and butter on the table, or I would never have noticed it. I handed it to the young gentleman, sir.” “And what did he do with it?” “I didn’t notice, sir.” “Did you see him reach for Miss Lester’s handbag to put ft there?” “No, sir. I’m quite sure he didn’t, sir, at the time, at least. Probably he handed it to her when she returned to the table, sir.” “Do you think so?” McMann. grinned. “Just what kind of key was this, Phillips?” “An ordinary modern lock key, sir.” “Miss Lester, show Phillips your key to this suite, please!” McMann rapped out. Ruth obeyed, going to the outer office to get her handbag out of the

Common Bridge Errors AND HOW TO CORRECT THEM

-BY W. W. WENTWORTH-

18. KING FINESSE INSTEAD OF FORCING THE PLAY. North (Dummy)— AA Q 3 64 3 2 OA K J 4. 8 3 2 West— East—* Leads A 4 South (Declarer) A K 8 1 6 06 5 2 + K 6 Ihe Bidding—South bids one heart and all pass. Deciding the Play—West leads i of clubs. East taking the first tr :k with ace of clubs, after which juck of clubs is played and Declarer ta <es

THE NEW * Saint-Sinnor ByJlnneJlustin

As she had expected, Faith found Crystal in her own room. Fearful now? that her elaborate plans for carrying out Dr. Hogarth's prescription for gayety for the invalid would be flatly vetoed by the sick girl, Faith paused on the threshold before knocking. With nervous but deft fingers she fluffed the folds of the new' evening dress she had secretly made for Crystal, in the hope that its delicate, fresh beauty woul<J bring a gleam of interest to the melancholy, brooding hazel eyes that had once fluttered ecstatically at the slightest provocation. Then Faith resolutely banished the anxiety from her won lovely, Madonna-like face and smiled. “Come in!” a weak, listless voice bade her. As soon as Faith opened the door she knew she was going to have hard work to retain that cheerful smile. For Bob had been right. Crystal was crying again. Faith's heart contracted with pity. Her husband's cousin was sitting in the wheel chair, her head resting against the cushioned back, every line of her thin body relaxed in an utter abandonment to melancholy apathy. Her eyes were closed, but from between the lids slow tears trickled steadily down the thin, rougeless lips. Her brown hair, which had not knothe touch of shears or marcel iron for more than a month, was brushed care’esilv back from her high forehead, and fell almost to her bone-thin shoulders. “It's Faith, dear. I've a surprise for you. Look!" A long, sobbing sigh fluttered the girl’s pale Ups, and for one discouraged minute Faith thought Crystal was going to keep her eyes fast closed.

top drawer. When she returned she silently handed a key to the wetter, who fingered it briefly, then laid it upon the extended palm of the detective. “Is that the key, Phillips?” “It looks like It, sir, but of course I couldn’t say—” “Or is this the key you found on the floor?” Ruth asked, with quiet triumph, offering a second key, differing only slightly in size-and shape from the first, which she took from a small coin purse. The waiter shook his head helplessly. “It looks like it, miss, but since most of these keys look alike—” u tt o EXACTLY i” Ruth cried. “Mr.. McMann, this-—-" and she handed him the second key—“is the key to the office. You can try it and see for yourself. These keys are so much alike that I was always mistaking my apartment key for my office key, and the other way round. “So I solved the difficulty, by keeping my office key in my coin purse, and the apartment key loose in my handbag. And the coin purse, which has a, fn ; rii fastening, and fits, snugly into its pocket in my handbag, did not fall out when I dropped the bag. That is correct, isn’t it, Phillips?” “Yes, miss. I didn’t pick up a coin purse,” the waiter agreed eagerly. “And it must not have come open, for there was only the one k*y and no small change on ue floor.’ “All right, Phillips. Anything else to impress this,. couple on your memory?” “Well, sir, the gentleman excused himself to the young lady pretty soon after. I'd served the entrees, and left the dining room,” the waiter resumbed his story, “How soon after? And how long had they been there when the entrees were served?” McMann prodded. “As I said, sir. the entrees were ready in the kitchen and I brought them right out. I judge they hadn’t been in the dining room more than five or six minutes when I served the food, since the gentleman ordered immediately, withpul waiting for the young iady. I couldn’t say exactly how long it was before the gentleman left, but the food was scarcely touched, sir.” “Not hungry, eh?” McMann commented,. sweeping Ruth and Jack with his narrowed eyes. “Well, PhilltpSi how long was the young man gone?”“I couldn’t say that sir, to the minute, but it was quite a while—- , fifteen to twenty-five minutes, I

with the king of cllubs. How should Declarer plan- his, campaign? The Error —Declarer draws two rounds of trumps and then leads 3 of clubs finessing queen of spades. The Correct Method —Declarer draw's two rounds of trumps, exhausting opponents of them.' Declarer now requires seven more tricks for game. He is assured of three more heart tricks, two diamond tricks and one spade trick. If one of the finesses works, game is assured. If both fail game is lost. This can be avoided by throwing the lead to east and making him lead up to Dummy. Declarer plays a diamond and takes with king of diamonds. The last club in Dummy is thvr played and ruffed by Declare!*, who follows with 3 of spades and covers with 9 of spades, throwing the lead to East. No matter what card East leads, game is assured. The Principle—Avoid a finesse when you can force opponents to lead up to your ten-ace suit.

But finally Jjoe thick, short lashes —free now of the mascara which Crystal had once considered an absolute necessity—parted slowly and the great hazel eyes lifted heavily and stared apathetically at the dress which Faith was exhibiting on an extended arm. It was of palest sea-shell pink, chiffon, the snug little bodice fashioned over fragile silver lace, which also peeped out here and there among the long, uneven fluttering drapes of the skirt. In consideration of Crystal's excessive thinness. Faith had inserted long, full sleeves, with tight wristbands of narrow black velvet ribbon. The hazel eyes widened with a faint flicker of interest, then the weary lids closed again. very pretty. Faith.' You ought to look well in it.”' “I?” Faith laughed with pretended gayety. “It’s for you. darling. I’ve got my own new dress on. Like it? I thought it would be fun if we both up—” “I’m sorry.” The thin chest lifted high op a sigh_ “I don't feel like it, Faith. You're sweet, to give me the dress, but—l shan’t need it. You keep it.” * “I?” Faith laughed again. “I couldn’t get into it! It’s miles too small for me—big. tall husky that I am! I’d almost be willing to have pneumonia to become the sylph that you are,” she went on with mendacious gayety, hopeful that flattery would arouse the girl out of that frightening apathy. “I'm terribly disappointed, darling, that you don't feel like dressing up. because Tony would be so happy—” “Tony?” Crystal's eyes flew wide open, became luminous through their mist of tears. Her thin, almost, transparent hands wavered out for the dresv. (To Be Continued)

should think, for the young lady was becoming very restless.” “Very restless!” McMann repeated slowly, as he wrote the words down. “Then when the young man returned, how did he oehave, Phillips? How did he look?” “Flustered, sir, and worried, sort of. Wouldn’t have any dessert, sir. and seemed to be in a hurry to get away,” the waiter answered, “Remember what they talked i about when you came for the dessert order?” McMann demanded sharply. “I didn’t listen, sir, of course,” the waiter deprecated, “but I heard the gentleman answer some question the young lady had asked —something about Mr. Borden, sir.” “About Borden!” McMann triumphed. “You're sure of that. Phillips? Just what was said, and how did you happen to remember the name?” “Why, sir, Mr. Borden is—or rather, was sir—a frequent guest for luncheon in our dining room, so naturally when his name was mentioned I noticed it.” ft tt tt YES?” McMann smiled at the pale girl with the blazing eyes and at the pale young man whose hands were clenched. “Yes, sir. He was saying something like, ‘What makes you think I saw Borden?’ and the young lady answered, or in words to this effect, sir: ‘You were gone so long and look so awful I thoght you were having a quarrel with Borden.’ That's all I heard, sir, for I left the table then to get the check from the cashier, with ‘ the amount stamped on it.” “I’m afraid, Miss Lester,” McMann turned to Ruth, “that, like most people, you’re inclined to forget that waiters have eyes and ears, as well as hands.” Before the flushed, indignant girl could answer, the detective turned to the waiter again. “When did the couple leave, Phillips? Give me the time, as nearly as you can place it.” The waiter shook his head. “I really couldn't say, sir. Igo off duty at three, and all I can say is that I worked for some time after the young couple had gone.” “In quite a hurry to get away, weren’t they. Phillips?” McMann suggested. “I couldn't say as to that, sir, except that the young gentleman left his brief case, and I hurried after him with it.” “His brief case, eh? Pretty heavy, was it, Phillips? Sides stuffed out?” “It was a large bag. and quite heavy, but I don’t remember whether it was bulging or not,” the wait- | er answered conscientiously. “Did the gentleman leave you a big tip. Phillips?” McMann asked, grinning. The waiter shrugged and spread his hands. ‘‘He left the change from two one dollar bills and a half dollar. The bill came to two fortyfive. sir.” McMann roared with sudden laughter. “A nickel tip! No wonder you’ve got such a good memory where this gentleman is concerned, Phillips!” Jack Hayward’s face flamed with humiliation. With furious haste he thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out a dollar bill. “Here, waiter! I apologize. I don’t think I even looked at the amount of the bill. God knows no one has ever before been able to accuse me of being a niggardly tipper. Here!” But McMann halted the advance ■ of the waiter’s eager hand, i “Put up your money, Hayward! ! What would have been a big tip on Saturday might look to the jury { like a small bribe to make this man i forget some of the things he has—j unfortunately for you—so well re- | membered!” Bird well opened the comm unicat - | ing door. “A report on Benny 1 Smith, the office boy, sir.” CHAPTER XX “TI TELL, w r hat about the office W boy, Birdwell? Why the devil hasn’t he shown up?” McMann demanded of his subordinate, after the waiter had been dismissed. “Callahan traced the Smith family to their new address, and has just phoned from the neighborhood, sir,” Birdwell answered wearily. “The boy, Benny Smith, is sick in bed. Callahan says the doctor has been there, and won’t let the boy ' out of the house until the middle of the afternoon, if then.” “What’s the matter with the 1 boy?” McMann barked impatiently. Birdwell coughed. “Upset stom- ; ach, it seems. The boy was sick this ! morning, but insisted on coming J down to the office, Callahan says, ! leaving the house about half-past 10. At 11 he was back and seemed ; so sick that his mother had a doctor in.” “Benny sick!” Ruth marveled to j herself. “Why. he has the constij tution of an ox! I wonder —” Whatever it was she was about to ask herself was cut short by McI Mann's next question, aimed at Birdwell: “What about Rita Dubois? Any word from Clay?” t “Yes, sir. Clay has traced her to the home of a friend of hers —a Miss Wilbur—Willette Wilbur. Another dancer.-living with her mothjer at—” and he consulted a mem- ■ orandum for the address. "Then why doesn't he bring her in?” McMann demanded impatiently. Birdwell refused to be hurried. "The girls are out, sir, according Ito Mi's. Wilbur. She says Miss | Dubois spent the night with her daughter, and that after breakfast this morning the two girls went downtown together to do some shop- < ping. They expected to have lunch with Mrs. Wilbur, and mentioned that they would be back by 1 o’clock. "Well. I guess there's nothing to do but to wait,” McMann admitted grudgingly. “By the way. Birdwell, Clay didn't tip off Mrs. Wilbur that Rita was wanted by the police, did he?" Birdwell smiled slightly. “Not i Clay! He's watching the house and ! has instructed the central telephone office to plug in any calls from or to the Wilbur number on the phone I’m holding down out here. Just in case Mrs. Wilbur might try to warn the girl, you know.” (To Be Continued]

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

W l DoX ME4M TO BEE PuTYiM’ A * W A QtIiCKV OH YOU, MISTAH jSj I LEAVE, ILL PV _ , | take Bur LEV is- A F£u ) HAMDSomE 130M1 ,S BESIDES/ = m rwAklciAL OBULGATTOkiS' I HAS Y'KMOU) WHAT "PEOPLE # To MEET, AM’ I -TtoUGWr if SAY ABouT ME ?~~ WEL r v maybe You cam pay me par j§| They saY, ~~~ when I TtVO Poll AST WE "ff<AslS‘ACT'Eb f JAKC HooPLE OWES You gk ovJ, WHEREAS I WAS- To Do / MONEY, ITSA GI ILT UP You SHIRTS', AM 1 KEEP IMVESTMEMT . A YoUR cA-Rper-SWEEPERS ) TBE WAY JASoiJ, ~ r V, SW.NJ6P/ MOW EF YOU * S t P l^l Sr M t r -TAKE <SRaW Art 1 KETCHUP X oFF A VEST? I wont . _r -. 1.

pnoTS AND HER BUDDIES

fOO O oc °o/, j WHY.OOnYcHA -TAM W 7 \OO HOO, W. WANNA WO, 1 ( MAM Wt r AVY / . V 1 £££ J SSS , \ ,(? iVI look NnY this J w* ?-j J boots bcTako W-rH SJo BOOTS SS J

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

' 7HERE.6OTAE kIDS TO CT STILL T (SI-JESS X SUOOLOMT ) T (f ALLTUE DTP HR TTi 01 SOHSS X SHOULDN'T \ j SCUOOL—SEE-’ 7UIS 8E.1M6 TtYf l COANPLAIM IT COULD W/NC / 1 k(DS VNERE OUT DOOQS Bf SDOAX3LE SO-lU- JOST A ARK- \ JIM 7Pc HOSPITAL For. j' A LCT V-MOOse. 7WAA J ? PLAyiMS ALL VCMDS OF \ 7)iDSe VMEEkS OP AS 60ME, ) AS LO,MS AS L WAS IT VDAS i S'POSc - BUT ITS \ GAMtS/AND UA'JIMS LOTS / { ■/ FORSET TViEM=SOOd'S / C&S7AIMLV.UAS SET / 7, ■ _( kIEPT MS LAID OP A j A |oF FUM ,TA&RE X VWAS j': M 2 6ET STRCVAGER T'LL j BACI4 IN! /xy \Y j V Lcrr AAOR£ TUAN X HU.G /l A' J PLAT O! ANY BACK,SHOT (\ ■) W- uP FoR LosT TIM 6 —• SCHOOL ' Be ’ i . H] IAISIPE Llk£ A BIPD J, 9 V , ISAi’T TAAT CI6UT, JT] I— .. .. / —i | ~

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

jf (j£si |f ('RM'i youpiddot) r wett, buddie, ueresV C m pleasure, /vvy dcar A N 1 HR / —x M tto \on voßPOsei J / viueßE me nn' YOU AOMiRM. m secoMDS Vlll I \ \W . 111 . 61VES A EXHIBIT- If , CMt IMMEDIATELY To WLI. ! i OUT ST6PS IH£ &RAW /OJ.jJ i. t-MC PeuBERMELV BUMPS INTO WSB. . L J jl j

SAi,r>)IAN SAM

(HOWS tU(NT COR QO\CK VJORK,OO£S? \ l&EtwN f KVJ,CH£tR. CP', i COT"THROU6H TH’ f ' S GOT “W COUMTRS. PASTED UP PiLfAOST Xp TH' SIGN BOfvRO - l " MONTHS' eo, AM* HERE, i fttq e>ftCK rfMM - wwt'll we 6et eeFORe. YP, J Tt? e

MOM’N PUP

' XyoUML CHARLEY M6TCAU WHO \ / SOV. HOW I HATE TO UEA - J f (S(fT IKAT CICHJRViM’ To) DO YOU M6S.U TO S t*< f IBS, \ I'M UOt SCPPRIStb)^-MO MOM f VjCRKS i.U POP'S OfflCt TOLD \ TWCa 1 . POP'S BEEN CHEERIN' GET 6.WW WTH A TRICK \Pt>P TOOK THE SSOO TALKED W ! BECAUSE fV£ XmuST BE IN Oi'i (T HVSTERV ADRIMt FULLER THW THE t 500 NUAftX ABOUT WHAT AN HONEST GW LIKE THAT ? BERT PALMtR 1 AND TOLD THE THE COP OP/SEEM A DOZEN TOO. SUE CVA'WS “fef' SURROUNDING. covered By INSURANCE AND that ?0P \HE WAS EVER SINCE iVE GOT H STRAIGHT PROM J POLICE rr WAS STOLEN? SOMEONE DETECTIVES GOING. | ThE PvWie ‘S THE DISAPPEARANCE WOULDN'T HAVE TO MAKE GOOD. TUE V4HOLE. \ KNOWN HIM. \ GOT MY OWN SOMEONE IN MOftEWHO HAD ! WTO THEIR PLACE / ‘‘X'r \ / OP THING LOOKS PHONEY. THE POLICE CAN'T ! IDEA ABOUT PEOPLE LIKE OPTICE THAT THE fl I MUST RETURN THIS CUP THE The PAST WEEK Ja $ 00 PIND A CLUE. CHARLEY SAID HE HAD WS I THAT. AND NOW HE'S MADE COPS ARE ATIfeR J\ OF SUGAR TO VJARftAi-tT 3r" UwW ” SUSPICIONS THAT-BUT AS PAR AS A. GOOD fv WA 1 \_ MRS SQUABBLE J faH DAUEVt of sompcne rises i 'wn Pop has always been y VX/ v — ■■ aw thing of

THE BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE sketches by bessey. synopsis by bralchea was written to the American troop* di- talion sent its last recting them either to stop the fire or advance it be- pigeon, Cher Ami. The tip Cher Ami rose until Thus was delivered the word tfeat saved the veyond Major Whittlesiey's position on the Bois du Beuge. message was placed in a he was high enough. mainder of the battalion from annihilation. But that ' The dispatch was tied to the legs of three of the I:ttl aluminum capsule Then he flew in a bee- was not the only deed that won the silver medal of dispigeons, but the birds never were heard from after they and tiVd to Cher Ami's tine, dropped into the finguiahed service for Cher Ami. were released, ** left leg. coop at headquarters. <. r* ******,.(To Bo Continued) tv) Vr *•. ■-- tws-M-. J V s V Jy V.

OUT OUR WAY

By Ahern

II 7s.ve me A\/OH--ri l! / M(CE. y JACK'A-E.Ej \ ? \ movsi L HMOW S| [| I / NiC\M OO MEANS;! 'Who l ' iT MEAN 6 ; CoTe. <TTIE jac*a*= MhVOT A H \ 1 CAimT FvGGtf? j < A '£M THIY'-L wau< - HE-<3 •SLNiCt. AE isiTuVV A ROOM A eAewL/FuuL C' ADOMISE-5 . i PPEFEQREP eTpCK, . ,

PAGE 11

—By Williams

—by Mr.rtm

By Blosser

Rv Oano

By Small

By Cowan