Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 288, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 April 1929 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED * : ' " ' pvr>* ARMITAOK • * *;• T r*!cu hr fox fur Ucm thief The r friendship r.r'.” :n-' PAMFt A -H'DFO’- <Js'i*ht*r of Mildred's emplef-er. 'fie' ' h’m rr from ner HUCK CONNOR hi.omes infArus'ed •>c.h parry's -md Te piiil both men. H<r fcro'iier, HAROLD, In lov> mith Mildred, "ho tr'to neep him from gamblir.it vith Muck's crowd Mildred hi- to "av home a ’"£ because of an acr'dert to her motne-. Beth men call and T hen Parr a find :• out the -e” Stephen tha* Mildred a tri'lng to marry Harold for M* more' He defends hr and Part i rat'*& hr father to discharge her Harold tries to have Mildred reir.****eo b:’ to ro avail. Pa:r,!a succeeds in poll Stephen • f ind against M deed ar.d the Utter facet dreary days In rearch of work. Htica becomes insistent and Pamela plans to break 'vith him So .he snubs him in Stephen's presence and Then he objects tells him that the; sr< engaged. Stephen prole"! when the - ar< alone and she rap' that w a the on It way she could get rid of Huck She pleads with Mm to confirm the engagement Meanwhile. Huck summons Harold and commands him to pret ent Pamela.' marriage to Stephen under fear of exposure concerning a forged check. Harold te'ls him he can t force Pamela so Hurt plans to dispose of Stephen A prospect!', e purchaser guarantees that he will take a car If Stephen can make do a hur.d-ed and insist on the new window model. Stephen takes him out for the demonstration. NOP' eiO ON WITH Till. STORV CHAPTER XXV “\ LL right. Hold your breath l\. and sit tight. - ’ Stephen admonished Lefty Flint, and in another minute they were flying along 'n a world gone mad. Telephone poles, fences, trees, neias plowed for spring planting or still covered with winter-dried grass and weeds, became a confused, jumbling procession that drew past and were gone almost before its component parts could be identified. Not that Stephen or Lefty noticed. The former kept his eyes glued to the road and Lefty never swerved his glance from the evermounting speedometer. At a hundred and two he reached out and touched Stephen's arm. ■'O. K.,” he yelled, but the words were lost in the rush of wind that fairly tore them from his lips. Stephen understood his touch, however, and graduuallv the car slowed down to 90, to 70. to 60 and ’until it appeared to the two men to be creeping along at 50. Then Stephen turned to his companion. a great grin on his face. "When she’s done 10,000 miles,” he said, "you ran step her up to . . "Never mind,” Lefty broke in, “I'm satisfied. Let's go. If there's a cop anywhere around and lie saw that we ll get the uorks.” Stephen headed back toward the highway.

•'Take the first turn to the right,"’ j Lefty directed when they reached it. “Why not go back to the office?’’ Stpehen asked. "We can't close j the deal out here." “Sure.” Lefty, agreed. “I know that. Don't worry. The sale's made. I just want to have a friend look ’er over."’ Stephen saw no reason for refusing. “Give you a check for the full amount when we get back to N'York.' Lefty went on reassuringly. 1 Turn to the left at the light and cross the tracks."' ft ft ft STEPHEN followed his directions, *3 a little puzzled about their destination. It surely looked like a low-class neighborhood, he thought, glancing at the row of shacks that hovered beside the badly rutted road. A bit farther on they struck a stretch of asphalt that was newly patched and Stephen increased their speed. “Take it easy.” Lefty advised. "We haven't far to go." Stephen slowed and looked around. They were now in a section of small, unprosperous factories and deserted ramshackle buildings, witli now and then a wooden dwelling, jammed between them, overcome by the progress ot industry. “Over there." Lefty said. Indicating a post-Colonial house that stood on a corner. Its wide veranda sagged at one corner and parts of the ornate woodwork that a gener-ous-minded builder had bestowed upon it were missing. The front door bore a name in w-father-beaten paint, of a color to match the dreary dun of the house itself. Stephen just could make it out. "J. B.‘s Place.” Whatever was meant by place he told himself, beginning to dislike the idea of stopping there.

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In her surprise at Crystal's question. Tony sat up in bed and starrd down at her chum. "Os course I’ll have to marry Dick now. Crys! Didn't you understand that all along? It was always a case of •either—or.’ I funked the ’either.’ and of course it will have to be ’or.' You know I can t go back on my word. Crys.’’ "But. oh. Tony, you don't want to mam- him!" Crystal moaned. "I can't bear to see you trapped like this, o na silly, quixotic point of honor. No one but a cad would behave as Dick Talbot has done! "He knew you so well, so terribly well. He knew he could make you oelieve you owed yourself to him. as a debt of honor. He knew he was safe, agreeing to that- awful onenight business. "He knew you couldn't go through with it. that you'd end up by marrying him instead —” "isn't that just the point. Crystal?" Tony asked, with curious gentleness and patience, as if she were talking to a child. He did know. He knew, because—well. I don't mean to sound high and mighty, honey—because he knew me and I—can't change, just to get out of a nasty mess. "I got myself into it. I can't really blame Dick because I have an ardent nature. If I were blaming anybody.. Id blame poor Pat. I’m Pat’s daughter down to the last thrill-greedy nerve in my body. . . But that’s neither here nor there, Cnrs.

But. the car practically belonge' to Lefty, he reasoned. He remem bered. too. a sale that had been lor at the last moment because of sorr. small matter that had displease the buyer. Lefty might get sore if he couldn show the car to his friend, and re fu.v to fake it. Stephen decided nc to run the risk of offending him. He turned in on the dirt drivewa and stopped before the rickety fror steps. Lefty sprang out at once. "Lock er up and come in,” h< said authoritatively. Stephen reached for his keys anc’ locked the transmission gear, anc followed Lefty into J. B.'s Place. H' suspected that it was a speakeasylefty was at the soft drink bai asking for J. B. The bartendei jerked a thumb toward the back of the house and muttered somethin' too low for Stephen to hear. Left’ turned and motioned Stephen to follow him. They went through a grimy hall to a rear room where they found the proprietor entertaining a few friends in private. Stephen was introduced to him without formality, the man's initials appearing to serve as his full name. “Have a drink?” he was asked and Stephen said he would have beer. a a a day had turned unexpect--I edly warm. The light topcoat. Stephen had donned when he left the office was uncomfortable indoors. He took it off before seating himself at a table with Lefty and J. B. and threw it over a nearby chair. And in a pocket of it he had thrust the keys to the car. Two others in that room knew this as well as he. In a word and a gesture Lefty had imparted the information to the bartender as soon as he'd entered the place. A quick glance when the bartender came for their order, a sly movement with his foot, and the chair, with Stephen’s coat, had been pushed aside, almost out of his sight. There was a delay after that and Lefty began to tell J B. about "liis” new car, praising ic to the sky. "Let's have a look it,” the other said. "Sure," Lefty agreed, “ n a minute. Here's Gungha Dhin.” They still lingered over their glasses when, a few minutes later, an electric player piano suddenly emitted a raucous burst of sound. It filled the air with deafening clamor, drowning out conversation, though Lefty went right on talking. his voice raised to a high pitch. The noise got on Stephen's nerves. He looked in the direction whence i came, deliberating a descent upon the instrument with intent to demolish it. Left saw with satisfaction that his mind was. for the moment at least taken off the car at the curb. Another thing he had seen with even greater satisfaction —a small happening that had escaped Stephen's notice. With a swift, sure motion of one hand, while with the other he placed glasses on the table, the bartender had managed to extract the keys from the pocket, of Stephen's topcoat ana drop them into the pocket of his own jacket. After that he had lost no time in quitting the room, and when the piano was started up Lefty listened anxiously for another sound to penetrate from the driveway to the tear of the house. But all the windows and doors were closed and the covering noises were effective. There was not even an echo of a suspicious sound to hint at what was going on out in front, of the house. Stephen grew restless as Lefty continued to put off showing the car to J. B. Finally he glanced at his watch and rose, making some remark about the time being later than he thought. Lefty got up, too. as did J. B. ■‘Well, let's see vital, she looks like,” .J. B. said interestedly. "Wish you lurk in her. Lefty, on your next trip. But T think the long distance running is about done for.” "Yeah.” l efty grimaced, “but this baby will give them a run before they take her.’ a a a "S X THEN they reached the front V\ door Stephen paused to put on his topcoat. Lefty and J. B. stepped through ahead of him.

I have let Dick make love to me more than any girl has a right to, unless she means to marry the man, so I’ll have to pay up.’’ Crystal was silent for a while under Tony's gentle, indirect rebuke. She felt helpless before Tony’s stern code •*' honor, but. she could not convince herself that Tony was right. She tried craftiness. "Do you think it will be fair to Dick to marry him. feeling as you do about marriage and about Dick personally?" Abruptly. Tony lay down again and locked her hands behind her bead. Her voice somber and tried: "Not unfair, if he wants it. I've been honest with him He knows I don't believe in marriage—for Tony Tarver. "He knows I only love him in one way—and that I'm not sure I even I feel that way toward him any long--1 er. But I think Dick also knows, , Crys, that I'll play fair, that I'll make as good a marriage out of it as possible. Dick isn't so bad. really. I know’ I he's weak and selfish and vain as a girl of his masculine beauty. I know he isn't blessed with a gigantic intellect, but neither am I. I know he'll never do any serious work, at least as long as the Talbot fortune lasts. ' But. on the other hand. Dick is amusing, he isn't vicious, he is a joy ro look at. he does—or did. thrill me. and probably will thrill me again, when I've had time to forget this horrible, night—" (To Be Continued)

When he follow r d they were standne surveying the driveway vith -il-assumed surprise on their reaective features. Stephen himself looked at it first lth surprise untinged vith any cher emotion, but in the next secnd or two a sickening fear spread '.arm to every thinking portion of is brain. The driveway was empty! The learning, powerful thing of beauty -nd speed that he had left standng there a half-hour before was lone. He clapped his hand to his coat cocket. His keys likewise were nissing. Amazement and consternation battled for the uppermost oosition in his mind. Consternation won. "Good God The cars been stolen!” he said hoarsely. "Sure looks like it,” J. B. agreed, affecting uneasiness. “Didn't you lock it like I told you?” Lefty asked accusingly. Stephen nodded, his lips now grimly compressed. He was fast beginning to realize that he was in a bad position. "Well, you got your keys, ain’t you,” Lefty pressed, "for the insurance people?” Stephen wheeled upon him, suddenly bursting into anger. "What kina of a joint is this?” he demanded. Lefty bridled. “You didn't take the bus inside with you,” he answered tartly. “But I took my keys,” Stephen told him, “and they were stolen from my coat pocket." t “Aw hell, you probably l6ft them in the lock.” Lefty sneered with a touch of indifference. But Stephen was not heeding. He had dashed back into the house and was making icr the tear room. A thorough search there convinced him that the keys had not fallen out of his pocket to the floor. He gave up looking farther for ‘hem, knowing that he was using valuable time. "Where's your phone?” he snapped at J. 8.. who had followed him. The latter pointed to an instrument in the corner of the room. a a a IN a trice Stephen had reached it and was arguing the operator to give him the nearest police station without delay. When the connection was made Stephen briefly outlined what had happened, giving the license number and cf’?r required information. The sere,. .nt on duty said he would have a man at the place in a few minutes. Stephen was told to remain where he was. While he waited Stephen called the office and asked for Mr. Mettle. His hand shook as he held the receiver to his ear and listened for his employer’s voice. Telling old D. A. M. that he had lost one of their finest cars wasn't going to be fun. Stephen knew. “Well?” Mr. Mettle rumbled after what seemed an all too short but yet interminable wait. “This is Armitage,” Stephen began, but Mr. Mettle cut in on him. "I know that,” he said; "what's the trouble?” Stephen let him have it like an explosion. "The car's been stolen,” he said directly, unable to approach his confession in a roundabout way. "What?” yelled the other, and if ever Mr. Mettle came close to having apoplexy it was at that moment. He was so overcome that he was speechless. Stephen was able to finish liis story without interruptions. "Where are you?" fmallj Mr. Mettle asked him weakly. Stephen told him that, adding: "I’m waiting for the police!” "Come in when they're through with you,” his employer ordered. "I ll wait for you?" He hung up with a bang and Stephen groaned “Here's your police.” Lefty stuck his head inside the door to say, and Stephen went, out to where an officer was parking a motorcycle. Again he went over the stofy of the theft of the ear. tins time answering a great number of more pertinent, questions. The officer shook his head. “We've telephoned the license number for miles around,” he-said. "but a fast car like that has a good chance to get away.” a a a HOW about the keys?" Stephen asked. "Someone in this place picked them out of my pocket.” The officer turned to J. B. who was standing nearby, his hands in his trousers’ pockets and a worried look upon his countenance. - “Looking for trouble?” he inquired, a threatening note in his voice. "Aw, now, Kelly.'' he protested. "That's what he says. My bet is he left 'em In the car and's just alibin’ to save his face." “Who was in the room?" the officer questioned Stephen, without replying to J. B. "Several men. all strangers to me, except this man and Lefty Flint,” Stephen answered. "Want to come along to the station and make a complaint against anyone?” the officer went on. "This place has a bad name.” He set a hard look upon J. B. "Been a lot of crooked deals pulled off here.” “What's under your skin?” J. B. sneered. "I suppose if a car was stolen from in front of the Metropolitan Museum you'd blame the pictures on th§ wall. If this kid here was dipped let him go ahead and prove it.” "Who's this Lefty Flint?” the offii cer asked without giving Stephen I time to reply to J. B.'s remark. Lefty stepped forward and the officer studied him closely, while Stephen explained that he'd been ; demonstrating the car to Flint, i "H m.” the officer said reflective- ! ly. "How'd you happen to drop in : at this place?” "It was Flint's idea." Stephen ! told him. "This man—l don't know his name.” indicating J. B. with a tl jit wave of his hand, “is a friend of his. Said he wanted him to look over the car." The officer nodded. "Better come along to the station and tell us what you know," he said to Flint. "And you. too. J. B.” They seemed reluctant to comply, but the officer was firm. "Anyone else here who was in that

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in.” he said, surlily. “There’ll be nothin’ doin’ around my joint now until this blows over.” "Keep your hair down,” Lefty rejoined placatingly. "You can take a little vacation.” "With business like it's been ior the last six months ..." "I’ll take care of that.” Lefty soothed him. "You will cash in 50-50 on the car. . . ” "What the devil is that?" "Well, hows this? A little present from the boss. You don’t do nuthin’ for nuthin’ for him.” He handed .over a roll of bills that wiped the scowl off his companion’s face in an instant. “What’ll I do with the keys!” -J.

B. asked as they stopped in front of his place. “Send ’em in. I might be picked up,” Lefty told him. "Things will get hot before the dicks get to the end of the strings we’ve tied on that kid Armitage.” “Think the insurance people will go into it?” “Will they? Say. that's lad s walking under a cloud of suspicion right now that ain't got so much as a tin linin’.” He could not better have expressed Stephen’s own feelings. Although the victim of their plotting knew nothing of the skill with which the net had been drawn over his head, he appreciated to the

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