Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 157, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 November 1929 — Page 13

NOV. 11, 1929.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY FRANK SHERIDAN, wealthy younp: Indianapolis laweyr, whose hobby Is solving c.ime mysteries. Is called in by his friend, JOSEPH SMEDLEY. Marion County assistant prosecuting attorney, to find a burglar who has robbed a safe in the Maple road home of WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER. Smedley is engaged to marry Wilber's daughter, SHEILA, whose cousin. ANDREW MASTERS, is a frequent visitor at the Wilber home. A diary of Wilber’s wife now dead, was stolen from the safe. The diary holds a secret of Sheila’s birth. Sheridan inserts a SSOO reward want ad in The Times for Its return. Wilber sees another Times want ad. seeking the whereabout of a girl secretly adopted twen-ty-two years earlier. He reveals to Sheridan that Sheila is being sought by her real mother, of whom Sheila knows nothing. Andy Masters wants to marry EDNA ROGERS. Sheila's chum, but is entangled in a love affair with MERCEDES RIVERTON, a stenographer in th" office of his friend. HOMER MENTON, an unprincipled criminal lawyer. Andy has run through much of his money and now. dabbling in the stock market, finds himself facing financial ruin. He appeals to Homer Menton for * $3,000 loan to tide him over. Menton demands security and Andy turns over stock in his uncle's company. Menton reveals he is in possession of the diary stolen from Wilber's safe. He tells Andy that he. and not Shelia, is Wilber's legal heir. Bv playing cleverly upon Andy's resentment against his uncle, who once had been his stem guardian. Benton persuades Andy to join him in a conspiracy to blackmail Wilber. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN ANDY was In a cheerful frame of mind when he drove out to the Wilber home that afternoon. He had delivered his Wilber Electric Company stock to Menton, had received a receipt for it, signed a note payable after ninety days and had departed with SI,OOO in cash. He had made momentary peace with, his brokers and possessed enough ready money to carry on for several weeks at least. Untrained in business and possessing little knowledge of values, he did not realize that he had given as security to Menton stock worth at least ten times the sum he had received as a loan. He had signed the stock certificates in blank, making them readily transferable on the company's books. He was glowing with gratitude toward Menton and was resolved, despite occasional twinges of conscience, to carry through his compact to assist in the blackmail of his uncle. In the soaring of his spirits he was inclined to feel a bit sorry for the "old man.” but Wilber had plenty of money and the loss of a slice of it wouldn’t cripple him. A fellow had to look after his own interests in this world. .. . His thoughts drifted to Sheila. .. . What a queer, almost unbelievable story! And what a hole Wilber was In! Sheila was a good sort, though inclined to be “uppity.” Well, she wouldn't be so “uppity” when all this came out about her. And to think he had a good claim to all of Uncle Bill’s money. r ghe idea was almost enough to take one’s breath! Oh, he'd be fair to Sheila, he'd see that she got a good share when the blow-off came. That little red book, now. He wished he had made Homer let him look at it. He'd been too excited to think of it at the time. How did it get into Homer’s hands? That’s the trouble with Homer, he never tells you all of anything. He always keeps something up his sleeve. Oh, well, why worry about that, there were other things more pleasant to think about. Mercy, for instance, or Edna . . . Edna . . . he'd rather neglected Edna lately. That wouldn't do now. Now, if he married Edna there would be her money, and if Rapahana stock went up again he'd get most of his own back and then this wad he and Menton would squeeze out of Uncle Bill, to say nothing of what he had a chance of getting when Unk died! He could marry Edna and still be good friends with Meiyy. It was going to be a pretty good old world after all! mam ANDY was whistling blithely, “I’m Sitting on Top of the World," when he arrived at the Wilber home, but his spirits were dampened by Sheila’s greeting. “Oh, Andy, how could you!” she exclaimed reproachfully. *How could I what? Now what have I done?" “Done! Done! Don't be stupid! Getting yourself engaged to that impossible Riverton girl, what else?” “Jingling jewsharps!” exclaimed Andy, "your engine’s knocking; grind your valves! You to believe everything those car salesmen tell you.** _ _ .

I “You can’t pass it off with wisecracking,” persisted Sheila. “Has Miss Riverton entered the automobile business?” “Huh! What! Did she tell you we were engaged? The little devil!” “That’s the exact way I would describe her myself,” retorted Sheila. “Hold on, Sheila, that isn’t fair. Mercy not such a bad lot; she just hasn’t had advantages; mighty good company and a square-shooter.” “Everybody to his taste,” said Sheila tossing her head, “but if I were a man I couldn’t see myself marrying her.” “Who’s going to marry her?” Andy replied truculently. “She said you were.” “She was stringing you. Yes, I suppose I did wag a loose tongue when I was out with her the other night, but I don’t remember much of what happened after the steenth drink. “Mercy says I talked a-plenty about engagement rings and eternal bliss for two, but she’s too smart to think she could make it stick even if she wanted to. We had that all out, and she forgotten all about it. “Mercy’s a good little sport, but she didn’t tell me she’d spilled anything to you. Oh, gabbling grasshoppers! That musta been a vaudeville headliner!” “Oh, then Andy, you aren’t really going to many her?” “Forget it! I like Mercy; she’s got* pep; she’s a live baby, but I’m not marrying anybody today. By th? way, do you know if Edna is home this afternoon. a m m ANDY would have been deeply interested in a conference that was being held that afternoon in Homer Menton’s office. In the self same chair which he had occupied a few hours pre-i viously sat the furtive little grayhaired man who had sidled out of the office while he had been talking to Mercy. Mrs. Wilber’s little red diary again lay on thg desk in front of Menton.

“I sent for you again, Riley,” said Menton, “to tell you that I’ve figured out a way to get that SSOO reward for you, but you’ve got to earn it before you get it.” Riley (Ratface) f Morgan’s sharp eyes darted quick glances about the room. “What’s the lay, boss?” he asked suspiciously. “I want you to crack the Wilber crib again,” Menton answered. “Aw, there ain’t nothin’ there; I dealt meself a cold hand in the first deal. That moll had the wrong dope; she figgered ’cause a guy had a jug. it was full o‘ diamonds." “What moll?” asked Menton. “A skirt by the name o’ Lena what works at the Wilber joint. I was scoutin’ ’round Hyde Park for a easy layout when I picks up this frail at a picture show. I hands her the blarney an’ she falls like a flattire for a rumble. “I was her peaches and cream. In less’n a week she has the sky-pilot picked out to hitch us. She cleans up that there nut-house where the coffin is. an’ she leaves the window unlocked for me to get in without usin’ a jimmy.” “Pretty soft,” remarked Menton. “Yeah, but what’s it get me?” growled Riley. “The crib’s one Noah had in the ark; yuh coulda sunk it with a can-opener. Yuh don’t need no soup or no come-along, Jes’ glue yer listener to the front an’ get the count. Set the clock an’ yank the hook. She's as wide open as the big gate at stir ain't, an’ no muss.” “And then what?” prodded Menton who had no difficulty in following Riley's underworld argot. “Nawthin!” Riley spat on the floor in disgust. “Empty as a screw’s head! Nothin’ but a tin box what might have sparklers in it. I grabs it and lams. “Hid it in my diggin’s till I read that ad in The Times an’ then brought that there book Jo you. When do I get the 500 clinkers?” “When you go back to the Wilber house*and pull another job. Listen: You passed up the only valuable thing In that safe. I want you to get it this time and bring it to me. “Oh, you couldn’t cash in on it yourself,” Menton added, noting a sudden gleam of greedy in Riley’s eyes. “It's only valuable to somebody who knows what to do with it. A fence wouldn’t give you anything but a ha-ha for it Did you notice * ltitle metal cylinder In the safe?”

—Bv Williams

“Yeah, looked like a piece of gaspipe.” “That’s it. Get it.” “I ain’t got no yen to go on the same lay twice. It’s bad luck. That broad might split.” “Oh, jolly her up. Give her a phony sparkler and hand her a line. She’ll come through again like a skeeter through a screen. You don’t get the SSOO till you put that cylinder on this desk. Get me? And more than that, I’ve got enough on you to make this town hotter for you than the hinges of hell. Don’t forget that!” “Aw, boss,” Riley whined, “who said I wouldn’t?” mam Riley Morgan would have left town on the next train had he known of an investigation being conducted at that very moment in the bureau of identification at police headquarters. Joseph Smedley, assistant county prosecutor, was in conference with Captain Hunting, chief of the bureau, in fulfillment of his promise to Frank Sheridan. “A burglar about 50 years old, who walks with a slight, stifflegged limp?” said Hunting, repeating the description given by Smedley. “That’s an easy one. Nobody else but Riley Morgan, alias ‘Ratface’ Morgan. That limp is a dead giveaway. What’s he been doing? Want him brought in?” “No, it’s only information I’m after now,” Smedley replied. “Give me a copy of his rogue’s gallery picture if you have one and tell me where he hangs out.” “I don’t know where he sleeps. The record here of his residence two years ago wouldn’t do you any good. Those fellows change their hide-outs every few weeks. Wait a minute. Detective Frisbie is on the yegg detail. He’s here; I’ll ask him.” .

Hunting returned in a few minutes and said: “Frisbie says Riley’s daytime hangout is Pete the Greek’s poolroom on South Illinois. You’ll find him there most any day late in the afternoon. Here’s his picture. Anything else I can do?” "No; this fixes me fine,” said Smedley, rising to go. “Thanks.” (To Be Continued) LABOR VOTE IS SOUGHT Socialists Will Use British Idea in organization. By United Press NEW YORK,, Nov. 11.—Socialist leaders here have announced plans for the formation of a political organization to “bring into American political life something of the spirit and the program of the British Labor Party.” A call was sent out to labor, liberal and progressive organizations to meet at Albany, Feb. 22 in. an attempt to hold the increased vote which political experts said the Socialist party polled in the state election, Nov. 4.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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