Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 147, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 October 1929 — Page 13

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY MAIZIE BROWN, confidential secretary of PRANK SHERIDAN, wealthy young Indianapolis lawyer, whose hobby is the solving of crime mysteries, aspires to be 8 fiction writer, and trom a secret record of Sheridan's mystery investigations. she writes this story for correspondence school practice. The story opens with JOSEPH SMEDLEY, assistant prosecuting attorney of Marion rounty, receiving a telephone call trom his fiancee. SHEILA WILBER, informing him that a safe in the laboratory of her Maple road home has been robbed. She request* him to come there at once, as her father, WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER, wishes to consult him about the robbery. On his way. Smedley passes the scene of an auto accident and picks up ANDREW MASTERS. Sheila's cousin, driver of the wrecked car. Master's face is scratched, but otherwise he Is uniniured. Wilber tells Smedley a cash box containing a diary of his wife now dead, has been stolen from the safe. The diary holds a secret of Sheila's birth -and, unknown to her. it must be recovered to shield her. Smedley suggests they obtain Sheridan's services. Wilber agrees. Sheila receives a visit from her chum EDNA ROGERS, and tells Edna of the safe robbery. Sheridan, after visiting the scene of the robbery, gives Maizie Brown a want ad for insertion in The Times. It offers a reward of *SOO for the return of the dlarv. Through a process of clever deduction. Sheridan determines the robber Is an elderly man with a slight limp. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE ON the afternoon of the day the. SSOO want ad was inserted in The Times, Frank Sheridan called upon his friend, Joseph Smedley, in the assistant prosecutor’s office. "Joe,” Sheridan said, "there are two things I want you to do for me. one is in the line of business, and the other may or may not be pleasure.” “Ask and it shall be given unto thee,” quoted Smedley, irreverently. ••Shoot!” “I’ve got a line on the Wilber burglar. I want you to see Captain Hunting of the bureau of identification at police headquarters and find out if he has any record of a burglar who is about 50 or older, who drives a car and walks with a slight, stiff-legged limp. In your official capacity, you can make the inquiry without arousing undue curiosity.”

“All right,” agreed Smedley, "but how in heck did you get that dope on the crook?” "Just plain, common sense reasoning from the clews he left,” Sheridan replied a little impatiently. “HI tell you some day when we have more time. My second request is more personal and intimate. I’ve Bust received a telegram from my Bister, Pauline, informing me that the is making one of her unheralded flying visits to Indianapolis. You remember Pauline?” "Yes, but I’ve not seen her since our university days. She was in high school then, I believe.” "You didn't get a chance to see Jnuch of her after that. After high school she went to Smith college, and while there met the brother of one of her classmates. She married .George Murchison right after graduation and went to live in Seattle. You were in Europe at the time of the wedding. Indianapolis has seen very little of her since. "The old Delaware street home has been closed since mother’s death, and Pauline only returns here when she has had one pf her sprees of extravagance and she wants to wheedle me into mjjnf her an advance on her incorri? You know I am administrator and trustee of the estate. And now she is again on her way. Here’s her telegram.” Smedlev read: "Arrive Wednesday night, 6 o'clock Meet me Union station. Have moneybags ready. Make no social engagements. Am fed up on society. Mum's the word. “PAULINE.” "Mrs. Murchison knows what she wants when she wants it,” Smedley commented with a laugh. "She does,” replied Sheridan dndy. **and reading between the lines, I can see that she doesn't want to spend any more ti:e here than it takes to tap tne family purse. For that reason, she is not t going to look up her Indianapolis friends. Bo keep her visit dark. “This is where you come in. I’ve got to leave tonight on a business trip to Chicago. It can’t be postponed and—let me see, this is Tuesday—l can’t get back before Thursday. I want you to meet her at at the train tomorrow night and escort her to the Claypool. I've already reserved a room for her. It's up to you to weather the storm which will break on my nonappearance and to keep her quiet and contented until I return.” "You're the doctor,” said Smedley, "IH take my medicine and I’ve no

doubt It will be a delightful potion.” "Don't be so sure,” countered Sheridan with a grin. "By, by, till Thursday.” nan ANDY MASTERS sat up in bed and pressed a hand to his fevered head. With a groan, he kicked off the bed clothing and swung his pink silk, pajama-clad legs to the floor. His eyes roved slowly about the disorderly room. The floor was white with cigaret and cigar ashes. A half-overturned chair slanted drunkenly against the wall. Scattered on table and dresser and window sill were drinking glasses, some tall and thin and others gracefully expansive on slender stems, some half-filled with liquid mixtures which still exuded a faint alcoholic fragrance. A cocktail shaker lay amid a cluster of tall bottles on the table. Tied in a bow knot around the neck of a statuette on the dresser was a sheer silk stocking of pale green hue. Andy looked at it unfor a long time, then a smile parted his lips. "Huh!” he muttered. “I don’t remember Mercy’s taking off her stocking. She musta been well pickled. Wot a party! Wot a party!” He pulled himself to his feet, walked to the door and looked into the adjoining room. It was clean and orderly, in striking contrast to the bedroom. "Ha! I see efficient Ike has been on'the job out here,” he said. Raising his voice, he called: “Ike; Ike!” The scraping sound of a hastily nfoved chair followed by quick footsteps heralded Ike’s advance from the kitchen. Andy Master’s bachelor apartment was in one of those roomy, old Pennsylvania street mansions which of late years have been made over into flat buildings. It consisted of a large living room, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a small kitchen.

Ike Sellers, who occupied the smaller bedroom, was Andy’s combination chambermaid, cook, valet and confidant. In character and manner he was a queerer combination than that. He had been recruited, from the waiters in a former downtown restaurant that was frequented by theatrical folk and race horse and prize fight fans. The proprietor was also a sports promoter and nearly all his waiters were amateur or semi-professional pugilists whose fighting days were over. Ike, in his day, had been a fistic battler of no mean prowess, as a cauliflower ear and bashed-in nose bore witness. There was a ludicrous incongruity in his truculent appearance and the solicitous, ingratiating servile habits of speech and manner acquired in his restaurant employment. AnWy frequently referred to Ike as his “keeper’’ and to his apartment as the "madhouse.” Neither term was altogether inappropriate. nun IKE came into the room bearing a tall glass containing an ambercolored liquid and handed it silently to Andy, ,ho sank into an easy chair and gulped it thirstily. “Ike,” said Andy between gulps, ‘‘you’re a damn good guesser. An eye-opener is my most crying need. Now, if you will provide me with a memory-reviver, I will be truly grateful.” “I never mixed one. sir,” replied Ike seriously, “but if you’ll tell me the ingredients ” “Don’t pull any wisecracks, Ike. I’m not equal to them this morning after tne night before. What I want to know is why did Mercedes Riverton take off her stocking and decorate the statuary. It must be Mercy’s, because none of the other girls wore that color." "Well, you see, sir,” began Ike, “Miss Mercy, I think, had taken a drop too much. Her glass was always empty and she never refused a refilling when I passed the drinks." “She wouldn’t,” Andy interjected. “If I may say so, you didn’t either, sir. It was after you passed out. Miss Mercy got very sad. She sat down and cried. She said it was a shame that brazen Venus hadn’t any clothes on. “Then she began taking pS her stocking. I tried to stop her, but Mr. Menton said to leave her alone.

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When she got it off she went over there and tied it around Venus’s neck.” Andy doubled up In laughter. “What happened then?” he asked. “Oh, they had some more drinks and they played the phonograph and had some more drinks and danced, them as s£ill could, and had some more drinks and sang and had some more drinks ar.d ” “Hold on, there!” cried Andy. “You aren’t running a bartender’s cash register.” . “Well, they had some more drinks,” continued Andy imperturbably. “and when they couldn’t wake you up, Mr. Menton and one or two of the other gentlemen picked you up and carried you in and laid you on the bed. “Then some of the ladies got the candlesticks off the mantel and they put one above your head and one by your feet and they held a wake.” “What! A wa^e?” “Yes, sir, an Irish wake. They sat around the bed and had some more drinks and told stories about the deaf departed. I will say, sir, the stories were not what I’d say was a compliment to you. Then they had some more drinks and they sang ‘Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep’ and ‘Sonnie Boy’ and ‘Sweet Adeline.’ ” “It musta been some party; I wish I’d been there,” said Andy. “When did they go home?” “About daylight, I should say, sir. I was getting a little tired, sir, and I told them the liquor was all gone. I put you to bed as soon as they left.” “By the way, Ike, what time is it now?” “A little after 1, sir.” “Holy Smoke!” Andy ejaculated. “I’ve got a date at 2:30. I’m to drive Miss Rogers into the country and take her to dinner at the hotel.” As he ran to the bathroom he called back over his, shoulder, “phone the garage to send ’round my car.” (To Be Continued.)

FARM BUREAU ACTS IN POWER SITE ROW Favors Leasing to Firm Which Will Make Fertilizers. Bw Scriirnx-Hownrd Newsvnner >lllianr - WASHINGTON, Oct. 30.—Disposal of the Flathead Indian’s valuable power sites In Montana became inj volved today in the general program I of farm relief, as well as in the gen- : eral struggle for control of hydroelectric resources. The federal power comnUssion, hearing rival applicants for permission to develop an extensive power S roject on the Flathead reservation, as been askd by the American Farm Bureau federation to favor the smaller of the companies involved because it has plans for manufacture of cheap fertilizer on a scale never before possible in this country. The Rocky Mountain Power Company, subsidiary of the Electric Bond and Share Company, has been trying for more than eight years to get control of the Flathead Indians’ site.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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