Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 164, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 November 1929 — Page 24

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hi <.in mm 101 m SHF.ILA WILBER. daughter of WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER. Indianapolis j manufacturer and inventor. gives a riin- ! Jier party at her Maple road home for i t*o (■lertriral rxpprts 'vhn arr npgotiati if.it for the norrha;p of Wilber's invention. anew tvpr of elpctric light. Othpr guest-s includP JOSEPH KMEDLEY. a- - sistant Marion • county prosecutor. ; Sheilas flaiipp. V’RANK SHERIDIAN. [ wealthy young lawyer, whose hoby is i the solving of crime mysteries, and | ANDY MASTERS. Sheila' wayward I Cousin, who is entangled in a love aflair with MERCEDES RIVERTON, stenographer in the office of HOMER MENTON, unprincipled criminal lawyer. ' A few days before the dinner party a ' safe in Wilber's experimental home laboratory is looted and a diary of Wilber's ! wife, now dead, stolen Hip diary holds • great secret of Sheila's birth Sheridan. in the role of amateur detective, ! Is on the burglar's trail. Following the dinner Wilber demonstrates his inven- | tlon for the visiting experts. After all the dinner guests have departed pxeeiit ! Sheridan and Smedlev, I .ENA SWART A, A maid. Is found dead on the laboratory I floor by Cl ARA the Wilber cook The coroner finds denlh due to accidental electrocution. Sheridan, finding an ! electric switch mysteriously closed. Is not satisfied with the accident theory j and starts his own investigation. He learns that RILEY MORGAN, a burglar whom he suspects was the safe robber, had called upon Lena on the fatal night. Suspicion also falls on Andy Masters. Hr decides to check up on Andy through Mercedes Riverton, and calls upon her 111 Menton's office. As he steps off the elevator he encounters a man whom he recognizes as Morgan, but the burglar flees NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO SHERIDAN decided pursuit of Riley Morgan would be futile. By the time he reached the ground floor the burglar probably would have vanished in the Washington street crowds. He turned away from the elevators and made his way down the corridor to Menton's office. Mercy was on guard in the reception rocm. idly thumbing a motion picture magazine on her desk. "Is Mr. Menton in?" Sheridan as'ied. "No. he ain't!” Mercy snapped. •'Whatcha want?” "I'm very sorry." Sheridan said. *T wanted him to Investigate the title of some property I'm thinking of buying. When will I be able to see him?” He laid his card upon Jhe des<c. Mercy p : cked it up and glanced at the name. Her eyes bulged. Her manner changed instantly. "Oh, you're Mr. Sheridan?" she said sweetly. "The Mr. Sheridan. I know who you are. of course.” Sheridan’s eyes twinkled. He moved over and sat on a corner of her desk. "Now what do you mean by that?" he asked. "Oh, every body knows about you." she replied. "You're the man who owns that lovely big place on the East Hill but don't live in it, and they say you've got so much money you hire two bank presidents to shovel it in the vaults for you. ‘ Don't you need a, peppy young stenographer to help you keep track of your golf sticks or a cheerful nurse that looks like me to cheer you up when the market goes wrong?” Sheridan laughed. This impudent kid wasn't so bad! "Well, now. that's a proposition I'll have to take under consideration.” he said. "But business before pleasure. When did you say Mr. Menton will be in?" “I didn't say.” she returned, “but ni let you in on the secret: He won't be here until tomorrow.” She made a grimace of annoyance. “He blew out of here right after lunch and said he wouldn't be back the rest of the day. He mighta let me have the afternoon off. but he didn't. "And what an afternoon! Nothing to do: nobody to talk to except one of his rummy clients who pops in here every half-hour and whines, ‘Say. ain't ciat guy got no office hours nohow?’ And what do you think that dirty little crook called me? ‘Sweetie!* Believe me. I told Mr. Ratface Riley where to get off!" . Sheridan started. Riley. So. his recognition of the burglar had been correct, and Riley Morgan was one of Menton's clients! But he did not betray his interest to Mercy. “I wouldn't take it so to heart." he said. "I think this Mr. er—Mr. Whatever his name is. is a gentleman of rare discernment." Huh?” said Mercy, then she smiled coyly. “Oh. I wouldn’t mind if you called me sweetie.” "Perfidious maiden! What would Andy think if he heard you talking like that to me?" “Andy! W’ha't do you know about me n Andy?" A crafty look crept into her eyes. "Oh. a little bird told me.” he said airly, "you know. Andy and I are great friends. No Andy never men-

tioned you to me. but then you know, a fellow isn’t blind, especially when there’s a lovely lady whose acquaintance he wouldn't mind making." "My, ain't that nice!" she exclaimed. “And you and Andy are buddies! Say, I got a swell idea. I've just moved into the hunkydoryest little flat up on Mt. Auburn and I’m giving a housewarming Saturday night. Whatcha say you come along and join the gang? Andy's going to be there." “You're on.” said Sheridan, “but keep it dark from Andy until I arrive. I don't want him to be challenging me to a duel. Tell him you invited me on account of one of the other girls." tt u n SHERIDAN was a fish out of water at Mercy's party. Not since his college days had he encountered such unleashing of youthful animal spirits, such unrestrained abandonment to the gaiety of the hour. With difficulty htj cast off a feeling of deep depression. In painful contrast to this scene of revelry a wholly different picture came again and again to his mind's eye. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes!” he heard the droning voice of a blackrobed clergyman speaking above an open grave in Spring Grove cemetery. Only a few* hours before he had been present at lona Swartz's burial. He still could see Sheila sobbing softly, a handkerchief to her eyes, leaning wearily on the arm of Edna Rogers. So far as officialdom w r as concerned. the case of Lena Swartz was closed; but, by the gods, he would not rest until he knew the truth of It! He arrived late at the tiny Mt. Auburn apartment. The party was in full swing. As he entered he was greeted by a shouting chorus, singing "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here.” “I'll de damned!” exclaimed Andy as his eyes fell upon the newcomer "Who left the door open?” Ike Sellers, acting as dispenser of flerv refreshments, immediately proffpred a drink. Sheridan took the glass and sipped gingerly of its contents. ‘ Sure, it's poison.” Andy laughed. "The label on the bottle reads, ‘The Undertakers’ Friend,’ but we must have it. Bea sport and get your tombstone can ed." Mercy introduced Sheridan with an air of triumph. “The rich Frank Sheridan, you know.” she whispered in an aside to Willy Damley. “Willie.” originally christened Wilhelmina, was Homer Menton's latest attachment, a manicurist who spurned that obsolete title and proclaimed herself a "beautician.” Willie was a languorous beauty, lately arrived from Atlanta and now installed in a downtown barber shop. "You-ah know 7 Mistuh Menton?”' she asked in an exaggerated southern drawl. "Oh, yes, indeed.” Sheridan replied. shaking the lawyer’s hand. "In fact. I was in his office only this morning." Sheridan never did anything by halves. To cover the bluff of his first call at Menton's office he had returned and given him a small legal commission. Sheridan, much to his- discomfort, became the lion of the evening. Parasites and “gold diggers" almost without exception, these other guests of Mercy fawned for his favor. A man of great wealth did not often come their way. Andy was a mere “piker” in comparison. Willie Damley promptly dropped Menton, to that cynic's sneering amusement, and clung like a leech to Sheridan. Willie was arrayed as the lily of the field—almost unadorned, save for a liberal application of cosmetics. Her display of physical charms left little to the imagination. But as the night fore on this attitude of sycophancy wore off. There is nothing more democratic than the democracy of inebriation. Even Willie relaxed her clutch upon Sheridan and bestowed her smiles and favors with generous indiscrim- 1 ination. Sheridan, coldly sober, found himself free to look and listen almost without interference and he sigh of satisfaction. Ofi the others Menton, although he 1 drank heavily, was the only one who

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showed no surrender to his potations. It was a crowded company, a dozen stuffed into one room of medium size. A tiny kitchenette alcove was on one side and a small bathroom on the other. Ike used the bathroom as his dispensary, having half-filled the tub with cracked ice in which stood row upon row of tall bottles. There was no dancing: there wasn't room. Drinking was the universal pastime, interspersed with maudlin song to phonograph accompaniment. Conversation was loud and frequently impolite. In one corner a craps game into which Sheridan firmly declined to be drawn was in progress. To escape it Sheridan had retreated to the other side of the room and was leaning against the wall near the alcove opening which was draped with heavy curtains. Low voices came to him from behind the curtains. For a time he paid little attention to them, but a phrase, barely audible, caused him to prick up his ears. He had recognized Andy's voice. He moved closer. “No.” he overheard, “we’ll have to lay off of the old man for a time." The voice this time was Menton’s, a cool monotone. It continued: “That fool maid’s death has got them all worked up out there: he might be suspicious. How did it happen?” Andy's reply was inaudible to the eavesdropper. “Well,” it was Menton again, “we’ll wait a couple of weeks and then give him the big squeeze.” There was a shuffle of feet. Sheriman quickly slipped across the room and was watching the craps game with absorbent interest when the curtains parted. Asew 7 moments later he 7 sought out Mercy and overwhelmed her with an old-w 7 orld courtesy in his formal adieus. Then he slipped out into the night. Deep in thought, he found his parked car and started it automatically. Menton and Morgan and nov, 7 Menton and Andy! “The old man"—Wilber, of course! The evening had not been wasted. He stepped on the gas. ITo Be Continued) PERFECT BRIDGE HANDS Four Women Hold Unusual Cards in Michigan Game. SAGINAW, Michk., Nov. 19.—Experts figure that there’s but one chance in every ten million for four perfect bridge hands to be held in a game. If that's the case, the party recently held at a tea house here holds the distinction. Mrs. Hugo F. Waner. dealer, gave herself all the diamonds. Mrs. Everett Sweet all the hearts, Mrs. Clara Everett, all the spades, and Mrs. Joseph D. Frost all the clubs. Eighteen witnessed the game.

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