Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 156, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 November 1929 — Page 11

NOV. 9, 1929_

OUT OUR WAY

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BEGIN HERE TODAV FRANK SHERIDAN. wealth'.- youn* Indianapolis lawyer, whose hobby Is soli rime mysteries, is called In by his friend. JOSEPH SMEDLEY, Marion count assistant prosecuting attorney, to find a burglar who has robbed a safe In the Maple road home of WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER Smedlev is engaged to marry Wilber’s daughter. SHEILA, whose cousin. ANDREW MASTERS, is a frequent visitor at the Wilber home. A diarv of Wilber’s wife, now dead, was stolen from Ihe safe. The diary holds a secret of Shelias birth. Sheridan inserts a *f>oo reward want ad in The Times for its return. Wilber sees another Times want ad. seeking the whereabouts of a girl adopted secretly twenty-two years earlier. He reveals to Sheridan that It is Shelia who Is being sought by her real mother of whom Sheila knows nothing. Andy Masters wants to marrv EDNA ROGERS. Shelia s chum, but is entangled In a love affair with MERCEDES RIVERTON, a sten ngrapher employed by his friend, HOMER MENTON. an unprincipled criminal lawyer. Andy repudiates a proposal of marriage he made to Mercy ihile he was Intoxicated, but helps her rent a one-room apartment In Mt. Auburn, following a quarrel with her family. Andy, who had inherited a comfortable fortune, has run through much of his money, and now. dabbling in the stock market, he finds himself facing financial ruin. He appeals to Homer Menton for a *3.000 loan to tide him over. Menton demands security, and Andy turns over stock in his uncle s rompanv. Menton reveals he is in possession of the diary stolen from Wilber’s safe and asserts it represents a fortune for both of them. NOW GO ON WITH THESTORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ANDY laughed derisively at 1 Homer Menton's suggestion that the book stolen from his uncle's ! safe was worth a fortune. "Do you call SSOO a fortune?” he i asked. "That's all the reward Un- | cle Bill is offering. By the way, ! where'd you get it? Are you taking ' up safecracking as a sideline? What's it all about?” “Never mind now where I got it. j out believe me. it's worth many j times SSOO We'll get to that in a minute. What I want now is some information about your precious uncle and your cousin Sheila. Have you been in close touch with them j all your life?” * "No. not until the last few years.” said Andy. "We livel in Cleveland until my father’s death. Mother then moved here to be close to Uncle Bill, her only brother. “When mother died. I became his i ward and maybe that, old pennysqueezer didn’t make me walk chalk!” Andy's face darkened with angry dislike. “He always gave Sheila anything she wanted, but if I wanted to spend some of my own money he held in trust, there was nothing doing.” “Has Wilber always lived here?” Menton asked- " No. he was born and reared In Cleveland, but after he married Aunt Frances, he got some kind of a traveling salesman job with an Indianapolis concern and they moved here.” ‘•What do figure Wilber Is worth?” “Oh, I'd say a quarter-million, at least. He had it pretty soft. My great-aunt—his aunt—left most of her money to him on condition he'd change his last name to hers. Os. course, you don't know’ his real name isn't Wilber—that is. it wasn't until the court changed it. It was that money he used to start the Wilber Electric Company. Aunt Jane left a much smaller sum to my mother, and she put part of it in Uncle Bill's company. That’s how I got that Wilber Electric stock.’’ Menton had given a start, followed bv a satisfied smile, when Andy referred to his uncle’s change of name. “Your mother's maiden name was Johnson, wasn't it?" he remarked. “Yes. bow’d you know?” Andy asked in surprise. “I have ways of finding things out,” Menton answered mysteriously. “That change of name clears up a point that was puzzling me. Did jour mother ever say anything abO”t any Queer happening ... er... any odd Circumstances connected with Seila’s birth?” “What do you mean? What are you driving at?” asked Andy with a puzzled frown. “Just this,” Menton replied squaring around and facing Andy across the desk. “The time's come to lay all the cards on the table. You want me to help you out of a hole. I'm willing, but I want you. in return. to help me in a deal that's the biggest thing I've seen in a long time.” mam HE picked up the red-backed book and gestured with it as he continued: < “Your uncle. William Oliver Wilber. Is a gold mine. This little book is the pick, and you and I are the miners who are going to wield it

and uncover the rich ore. I gather you don’t exactly dote on your Uncle Bill. You wouldn't mind earning an honest penny at his expense?” “No-o.” said Andy slowly, “but I j don't get you. Cut out the mys- I tery.” * “All right here It is: This book is a dairy kept by your uncle's wife—your Aunt Frances—who died j a few years ago. It reveals that j your so-called Cousin Sheila is not j your cousin. She is not the daugh- 1 ter of your uncle or your aunt.” Incredulity succeeded astonish- j ment in Andy's face. "Sheila not j Uncle Bill's daughter!” he exclaimed, “wake up, you’re dream- I ing!” “It's as true as gospel,” Menton replied. "Futhermore, Sheila was a waif and not even legally adopted. The whole story is set down here in black and white. There W’ere good reasons why she could not be j adopted, and those same good reasons still operate to compel Wilber to do everything in his power to keep the facts from becoming : public. “Put yourself in Wilber’s place,” he went on. “Suppose you had taken a baby into your family and in doing so had placed yourself outside the law. Suppose, for instance, you had kidnaped the child—that is hypothetical and not w-hat happened in this case, but from a legal standpoint it is analogous. "You lived for a while in constant fear of discovery. Then, as time passed and nothing happened, your fears disappeared. You became attached to the child; she grew’ up as your own daughter, wholly unaware of her origin, which even in your own mind had become an infrequently recalled memory. "You attained prominence in business; the girl moved in a desirable social set and was about to contract a marriage alliance with a member of an old, conservative family.

“Then,” Menton continued ini-! pressively, “because of the indis- i cretion of a sentimental woman in ! putting this carefully guarded secret in writing and through the | theft of this writing you suddenly! are confronted with the possibility j of pitiless publicity. “You would writhe in anticipa- j tion of the stares of the curious, the j ribald chattering of the gossip mon- j gers, the humiliation of the girl j upon whom you had lavished the j affections of a real father—possibly i her estrangement, a shrinking re- j vulsion from the man w’ho had played her such a scurvy trick and j tumbled her house of cards about | her!” * “You're a wow!” Andy exclaimed in admiration. “No wonder the juries turn loose all the crooks you defend. You sure can tell ’em! And you can bet I’d like to see that old skinflint writhe—he’s made me writhe often enough!” m m a “ r | 'HATS not all,” continued MenA tone with a fleeting pleased smile at the effect of his nordpainting. “Bear in mnid that Sheila never was adopted legally. Can’t you see. man, how that would affect you? Has Wilber ever made a will?” “No, I’m sure. He was talking about a will the other day and said one wasn’t necessary’, as everything would go to Sheila by direct inheritance. He thinks I still have plenty of my own. Os course, this may make a difference.” “You bet it makes a difference." said Menton. “Sheila wouldn't have a shred of a claim to a penny of Wilber's estate if the contents of this little book were offered in court. Even a will could be shot full of holes. “You are the only legal heir, and almost any court, if it didn't award you the entire estate, would at least order a fifty-fifty distribution. If Sheila's lawyers were shrewd they would hurry to effect a settlement out of court on some such basis. You'll be sitting pretty, my boy, when the old man cashes in.” "Yeh. in about a million years!" Andy said derisively. “Uncle Bill’s too blamed tough and too contrary to go west until he's good and ready. If he thought his death would help me' he'd never die. I need money now. not in twenty or thirty years." “Yes. a dollar In the kicks Is better than twg on the moon, but you won't have to wait even twenty or

—By Williams

thirty days if you listen to me. Wilber can't afford to have this come out. Put yourself in his place again. If you were worth a quarter of a million and were up against it like he is, how much would you pay to get that book back in your possession? Why, you'd come across with $50,000 and a prayer of gratitude!” “I would—yes. but I’m not Uncle Bill. He’s so tight he never coughs; he might waste his breath!” "How you do love your uncle! Never mind, this time he’ll cough aplenty. He'll pay, and he'll pay through the nose. "That invention of his you were telling me about—that ought to be worth another pile of dough to him and make a money-extracting operation on him easier. I’ve been making some inquiries. Electrical engineers tell me that if he s got what he claims to have, it is worth a fortune.”

“Listen here,” said Andy sudden- \ ly, “it didn’t hit me that way till j just now, but what you are proposing is blackmail.” "Tut, tut!” said Menton, rolling his eyes piously, “that's an ugly word, a criminal word, and no highly respected member of the bar, as I have the honor to be. would for a moment countenance such a thing. Not at all! “This is a simple business transaction. We have in our possession an article of great value”—he laid his hand on the red diary—“and we are willing to sell it at a proper price. Your uncle merely is our market. “Os course, if he does not choose to buy, it would not be our fault if some of its dangerous contents leaked out to his great disadvantage.” Andy grinned. “You lawyers sure know how to climb a greasy pole without smearing your pants,” he remarked. “But where do I come in? I can just see myself walking ; up to Uncle Bill and saying, ‘Unk. j fork over 50,000 plunkers or I’ll tell j the sad story of your hidden life.’ Easy, just like that, I don't think!” "Nothing so crude as that, Andy. , In fact, you won't be known in it aS ; all. Neither will I. Ail negotiations I will be conducted by n third nor ~n. i a fellow I’ve got a hold on and who ; doesn't squeal. “All you’ve got to do is to hang ! around Wilber and see how he takes j the gaff. Give an imitation of a loving nephew; coddle up to the old ! boy; sympathise with him if he j spills over. Maybe, if you do the job right, he'll take you into his ; confidence and then you can steer | him the way we want him to go. I Are you on?” I “Lay on Mac Duff, and let the dol- ! lars fall where they may,” Andy answered grandiloquently. ITo Be Continued.) Church to Open Conclave NASHVILLE. Tenn.. Nov. 9.—Fiftyspeakers will address the fourteenth annual meeting of the World Alliance for International Friendship through the churches, which will open here Sunday. The theme of the congress is "The New Interna- ! tionalism.”

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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