Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 146, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 October 1929 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TODAY MAIZIE BROWN', confidential secretary Os PRANK SHERIDAN, wealthy young Indlananolis lawyer whose hobbv is the solving of crimes aspires to be a fiction writer and from a secret record of Sheridan's mvstery investigations she writes this story for correspondence school practice. The storv opens with JOSEPH SMEDLEY. assistant prosecuting attorney of Marlon countv. receiving a telephone call from his fiancee. SHEILA WILBER. Informing him that a safe in the laboratory of her Maple roaa home has been looted. She rcauests him to come there at once, as her father. WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER wishes to consult him about the robbery. On his wav Smedlev passes the scene of an auto accident and picks up ANDREW MAS'IERS. Sheila s cousin, driver of the wrecked car. Masters' face is scratched, but otherwise he Is unlniured. Wilber tells Smedlev a tin cashbox containing a diarv of his wife, now dead, ihas been stolen from the safe. The diary tells a secret of Sheila's birth and it ■must be recovered to shield her. SmedTev suggests they obtain Sheridan’s services. Wilber agrees. Stella receives .a hisit from her chum. EDNA ROGERS and tells Edna of the safe robbery. ShnriIdan. after visiting the scene of the Jburglary. gives Maizie Brown a want ad sfor insertion in The Times. It offers a §SOO reward for the return of the diary. ’ NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOUR IPRANK SHERIDAN’S offices are ft"' in the Indiana Trust Company fuUding. The inner, or private iffice, is in a corner location, to the ar, with windows in the two outde walls. Mr. Sheridian was standing at the ■ar window when I returned from he Times, where I had left the M) reward want ad for publica{‘Malzie.” he said, looking out of k window and sweeping an arm pm left to right over the expanse | house-tops, "somewhere in this Vy, perhaps out there under one of ose roofs, is a burglar who unpwlngly holds in his hands a tnb that threatens the happiness Ja number of good folks.” i settled myself in a chair and bt silent. I knew from past expepce that he was “dissecting” a blem. It is his habit* to ap- ' ach his subject indirectly. He jSLvs keeping me mystified while fe> m reactions as a whetstone 1 which to sharpen his thoughts. Cut we have laid the bait and Ihe trap lor him,” he added. He 1 related the story of his visit day to the Wilber home i|e he had been summoned by Etant Prosecutor Smedley. He I into details of everything that Ibeen said and done. He calls Yl “laying the groundwork" for Reductions. absolute secrecy Is necgpy. the usual channels of inRation are closed.” he said. ■iley, of course, can help by ed use of his facilities in the tutor's office, but a report to police would make it evervs secret. The Times advertisei however, may put us on the j Outside of that, let’s see what ■sf to work on. \ the safe was not blown or jppen. That indicates the Ia professional of the i skill. No amateur can work grombination by listening to of the tumblers, ft fortunate for the burglar *®>er’s safe is one of those ?Sron strongboxes with a Jocking mechanism. The ,*teel safe, even the smallest Sgffided for office or home use. St be opened by any person -Mss not know the combination J steel Is so hard, it will turn Wmt drill; the tumblers are I An acetylene torch is about effective tool. Wilber's sale isy for an old-time cracks- * | would have been a different lad he possessed a modern *e is the possibility that the was not compelled to work jjgjfigabination: the safe may not lEen locked. Wilber swears it he may be mistaken. Kowa will assume that his m.emat fault. jvident that the b-urglar iad jte objective. He was seeks -particular object of value. Aihown in his failure to carLe only valuable thing in an invention of Wilber's ■watented and worth a foriloer says. piece of electrical aplittle tnetal cylinder that •does not have any appearMalue. Its not being taken Kone thing: the burglar had Inside information. exactly what room M did not enter any other ms house. How did he leara ; Son of the safe? Probaoiv Sossip of the servants; they

are a crook’s usual medium of information. We must look up the Wilbur servants. Make a note of that Maizie.” he checked himself. “No, never mind the note,” he continued; “we’ll attend to that right away. Get Sheila Wilber on the phone.” a * MISS WILBER’S voice came clearly over the line. I handed the receiver to Mr. Sheridan. “Miss Wilber, this is Frank Sheridan,” he said, motioning me to get on the extension phone in my own office. He frequently instructs me to listen in on telephone conversations to save time and bother in repeating them to me afterward. ‘‘Are any of the servants within hearing?” I heard him ask. There was alarm in the girl's voice as she replied: “No one is here, but what do you mean? What has happened?” “Do not be alarmed. I merely want to make some inquiries as a part of my investigation of the safe robbery. Just a perfunctory checkup. Miss Wilber, to make sure nothing Is overlooked. Does the housekeeper or either of the maids have any men callers?” A peal of silvery laughter came over the phone. “Oh, oh, oh! That is too funny! To think of austere, man-hating Mrs. Hendricks entertaining a sweetie! And the cook! Why, the haughty iceman slinks in and out of the kitchen like a hen-pecked husband under Clara’s glare.” Another burst of laughter rattled the phone. “They both have reached the age where romance has lost its savor. Mrs. Hendricks is separated from her husband. He is a bad egg. She says if she had to do it all over again, she would poison him before he led her to the altar. “It’s different with Lena, the dining room and upstairs girl. Lena is close to 40. but she still has hopes. Most any man could steal Lena’s affections with a loving glance. Yes, I would say Lena is quite susceptible “I did hear there was a fellow named Riley paying her ardent court recently. The cook, I gather from her remarks, disapproves of him emphatically. “Thank you, Miss Wilber, that is all I wanted to know,” Mr. Sheridan said. Then he asked: “How is Mr. Wilber?” “Papa? Oh. he is in much better spirits since your visit, but I can’t see why all this bother over a miserable little burglary In which nothing but some musty old records was stolen.” Her voice was querulous. n a m nnHERE was more of the conver- -*• sation, but It Is immaterial. When Mr. Sheridan hung up the receiver and I had returned to his office, he said: “Miss Wilber is being kept in the dark about the diary. It would be difficult under the circumstances to explain to her. I hope she does not chance to read The Times advertisement. It might set her to thinking." He sat in thought for several minutes. “That man. Riley,” he remarked , Anally, "I will have to get in touch with him . Evidently not a young man; that is quite significant in the light of the two clews to the burglar I have picked up. Here is one of them.” • He broke the string around a parcel on his desk and unwrapped a parcel on his desk and unwrapped a large red and white bandanna handkerchief—that is. it perhaps Dnce had had white in it. but now -t was dingy and spotted with big. clack blotches. “The handkerchief I told you ibout,” he explained. "What does ,t suggest to your mind?” “That your burglar is a very dirty nan and needs a laundress,” I replied. “Right, but not right enough.” he laughed. He lifted the rag to his nose. “There is a distinct and familiar odor of oiL The man drives a car. He probably has wiped his nands on this cloth after making some repair or adjustment. “I would guess that the burglar wrought a kit of tools to the Wilber house, though he didn't use them, ind this handkerchief was stuffed in with the tools and it dropped out

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when he was making his getaway. “He left hurriedly, too, because he didn’t stop to break open the flimsy cashbox, which would have seen the natural thing to do. How long has it been since you have seen a bandanna handkerchief?” “The boys and girls had a fad of wearing them around their necks and as hatbands several years ago,” I reminded him. “Yes, but that vogue soon died out. The bandanna handkerchief itself proves the burglar is a man well along in years—so at least. About thirty years ago the bandanna was the usual kerchief of the workingman. Habit is hard to break; many elderly workers still cling to them. The burglar in no youngster.—Q. E. D. “The other clew' is in the footprints in the flower beds outside the laboratory window. I examined them closely. Nothing distinctive in tin size or shape of the mediumsized shoes which made them, nor in the markings left by the soles and heels. “There were four sets of footprints in the soft soil. In all of them the imprint of the left foot was deeper than that of the right. What do you make of that?” I made nothing of it and said so. “As my valuable assistant, Maizie, you must synchronize your reasoning faculties and your powers of observation,” he said, and rose from his chair. “Walk across the floor and hold your left knee stiff—walk stiff-legged with that leg.” I ‘felt like a gilly doing it, but I knew he was working out some theory. “That’s it!” he exclaimed, when I had limped back and forth several times. “Don’t you see, you bear down harder on the left leg than the right?” I nodded affrmatively. “Exactly,” he cried triumphantly. “Now all we have to do is to find an elderly denizen of the underworld who walks with a stiff-legged limp. We will have our burglar!” (To Be Continued.) CANADIAN FAIR NOV. 20 Buildings for Annual Agricultural Exhibit Cover 20 Acres. Bv Time* Special TORONTO, Oct. 29.—The Royal agricultural winter fair, in some respects the greatest winter agricultural exhibition in the world, will open for its eighth season at Toronto on Nov. 20. Housed In palatial buildings covering twenty acres with accommodation for 1.200 horses, 2,000 cattle, 2,000 sheep, 1.500 swine and 8,000 poultry, the fair this year promises to exceed all previous marks in exhibits and attendance. One of the attractive features this year will be the silver fox show at which a quarter of a million dollars worth of live foxes wall be on exhibition.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

Then Tarzan leaped upon the carcass of his mighty kill and gave voice to the weird cry of victory. The old chief and the warriors swarmed about him, their admiration mixed with a certain awe. For they attributed supernatural powers to this man who fearlessly fought with Numa, the licm, and Tan tor, the elephant.

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