Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 168, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 November 1929 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY FRANK SHERIDAN, wealthy young Indianapolis lawyer whose nobby is the solving of crime mysteries, is inaXinK a double investigation into a sale roboerv at tne Mapic road home ol WILLIAM OLIVER WiLßfcK. inventor and manufacturer. and into the strange death dv electrocution oi LENA SWAK'i'Z, a maid in the Wilber home. From the safe was stolen a diary of Wilber's wile, now dead, whicn contained a secret of tne birth ot SHELIA. Wilbers daughter, who is engaged to marry Sheridan's friend. JtlouCif SM aaaiouiUl Marion county prosecutor. Lena’s oeatn apparently is accidental, but Sheridan se,a a pjssiole m... -.1 *>- and the safe robbery. Suspicion points to HiceY mOHuan. a butgiar. who is a Client oi HUM -. 1 MEoTOn. an unp.u icir lawyer, and to ANDY MASTERS. Sheila's wayward cousin, who EDNA KOGEUS’. "Sheila's chum, but is ig.cu n; a io.c affair with MERCEDES RIVERTON, a stenographer in Menton’s office. Sheridan gets himself L,... j 10 u party ut lvie.'CCue s apartment. where drinics are served by IKE Alloy s valet. At the party Sneridan overhears a conversation which co.meets Million tmi tne **-p----pe.migs at the Wilber home. The next day Andy, intoxicated and in a quarrelsome mood, tens iJneila sue is a loundluifcr ana has no legal rignt to Wilber a name. Sheila surprises ner lather into partially conrtrming Anay’s accusation. Feeuiig herseu .*n? returns iier •ngageinent ring to Smedley. NuvV til) o. Vv 1•* * ai, STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX DESPITE the loss of sleep caused by Smedley’s nocturnal visit, j Sheridan arrived early at his of-1 lice the following morning. He sent immediately for Chick Severn, the detective agency operative. who had checked up on the caterer’s employes at the Wilber dinner. That alert young man previo'. :. y had made his report on that Investigation. It was negative. “Chick, I've got another job for you,” Sheridan said. He handed the regues’ gallery picture of Riley Morgan to the operative. "Ever see that follow?” he asked. C’’ examined the double photo carefully and shook his head. ■__ H mid his full bertillon measurement and description on the other side.” Sheridan said. “He’s a weazened little cuss, with a stiff left leg—you'll know him the minute you see him. ”1 want you to get on his trail and find out where he lives. Get a line on his habits, where he is usually to be found at any particular time of the day. He used to hang out at Prte the Greek's on South Illinois street during the afternoons. Maybe you can pick him up there. I don t want him pinched and I don't want him scared, so be ceraeful not to let him know he's being followed. “When you trail him to some place where you think he's likely to hole in for a while, get me on the phone; I’ll do the rest. 111 stick pretty close to thee office for the next two or three days, so you'll always be able tc reach me. •If i m out. make your report to Miss Brown, who will know where to get in touch with me. If the trail is cold, see Detective Frisbie of the vc'-es' detail at police headquarters. • He knows all the local jug crackers and may be able to give you a live tip. but don't let Frisbie know you're working for me.” a a a C THICK SEVERN departed eagerly Ji on his mission, but not that day was to pick up the scent. Almost at the same moment. Riley Morgan was closeted with Homer Menton in the attorney's inner office. It was the first time he had seen Menton since he had been ordered to steal Wilber's invention, although he had visited the office several times. "This joint's worse t’ crack than n time-lock bank coffin,” he complained. "Th’ flossy de,me gives me th' stony eye and shoos me out ev'ry time I'm on the lay. What's th' ‘guff?” "Oh. Mercy’s my burglar alarm,” Menton replied laughingly. “Any way. I told you I didn't want you to ccme up here until I sent for you. You’re no ornament to a selfrespecting law office.” He fixed a cold eye on his visitor. “You've got your nerve—a nice mess you made of the Wilber job!” *'Zat so?” Riley snarled. "Wat you know about it?” “I know you were out at Wilber’s last Wednesday night—at least you told me you were going to pull the job that night—and I know from the newspaper accounts you didn’t get the swag. And I also know that your frail was killed. Why did you kill her—was she going to squeal?” Riley jerked back in his chair and threw up an arm as if warding off a blow. ‘Fore Gawd!” he whined, "yuh can’t lay no killin’ on me. I ain't

no killer. I ain’t even never packed no rod. Say. boss, yuh ain't try in’ t’ frame me?” ‘‘Oh, I know the newspapers said it was an accident, but I don’t believe everything I read in the newspapers,” Menton replied, immensely satisfied with the scare he had given Riley. ‘‘Well, tell me what happened?” “I don’t know w’at happened. I’d give up the whole lay for that night. Th’ old guy'd got wise and put irons on th’ windows so’s it looks like a stir an’ th’ house is full of johnnies an’ skirts. "I sweetens up this Lena broad an’ she promises she’ll try an’ swipe th’ stuff soon’s there’s a chance. I'm hidin’ out back o’ £h’ cook rent waitin’ for th’ shindig t’ get over an' I co”ld talk to Lena again. ‘‘She didn’t turn up an’ I was gettin’ ready to lam when some skirt let out a screech like a graveyard ghost an’ I beat it ’round th’ house. Goin’ past that there lab'ratory room I seen it lit up like a Christmas tree an’ I lamped through the bars an’ seen Lena layin’ like a stiff on th’ floor. Then I did lam!” Riley wiped his moist brow and looked inquiringly at Menton. ‘‘Say, Boss, I got t’ get some jack,” he said, “how about them 500 smackers?” “Nothing doing.” Menton reolied coldly, “you haven't earned them You fell down on the job. You didn’t get the cylinder. Get it, and then I’ll talk business.” “Aw, that ain’t no square deal,” Riley protested. “I ain't going to climb in that crib again. It’s the same as sittin' on the hot seat in the dance hall. Look Wat Lena got. That ain’t no healthy place.” "That’s up to you,” said Menton indifferently, “no work, no pay.” “I done one job out there on my own and I ain’t got no pay for that neither." Riley replied. There was a venomous look in his squinting eyes, which he quickly veiled as Menton looked up. "Five hundred bucks reward for that boos. Gimme th’ book an’ I'll get the dough. I tell you I gotta have jack.” “Oh. can it!” Menton returned impatiently. “You can't have the book and you don’t get any SSCO either until I say so. D’you get that? “I’ve got uses of my own for that book and you won’t get the money until I am through with it and can collect the reward for you, and look here. Riley, I don't like the way you're talking: you’d better be a little more civil. “Remember, the police are still looking for the baby who pulled the Peterson job. They don't suspect you but a little tip dropped in just the right place ” Riley quailed in his seat and Menton smiled. “And if the dicks knew you were hanging around the Wilber place the night that girl was bumped off." he went on “they might not think it was so much of an accident. "Here,” he dug in his pocket and flicked a bill across the desk. "Take this and beat it. Get in a hideout and lay low for a whMe. Write me a letter telling me where you are and 1 11 send for you when I want you. Now get out of here and stay out!” . Riley snatched up the money. His face worked convulsively, but he said nothing until he reached the outer office. He spat on the bank note, turned and shook his fist at the closed door. “Yuh damn double-crosser!” he hissed in a half-whisper, “I'll get yuh for this!” Mercy Riverton gaped at him in astonishment as he shuffled into the corridor. Though there was murder in Riley Morgan's heart, he followed Menton's advice and faded away to a safe hide-out. Chick Stevens was not able to find it. a an THAT night, while Andy was dressing preparatory to a jaunt with Mercy to a rural resort where. In addition to excellent chicken dinners, exhilarating drinks were served in coffee cups, Ike called him to the telephone. Menton was on the line and he wanted Andy to meet him downtown in the Severin hotel lobby: something important he wanted to talk to him about. Andy protested. "I've got a date,” he said. “You come out here; I’ll send Ike down

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for you in the car.” Menton agreed reluctantly. “But first, you shoot over and get Miss Riverton and bring her over here,’’Andy instructed Ike, “it'll save time.” So when Menton arrived, he found Mercy parked in the living room. He frowned. “What’s biting you?”. Andy asked, noting the scowl. “I thought you were alone; say, Mercy, go out in the kitchen and play with Ike; I want to talk with Andy.” “Ain’t he polite!” Mercy remarked, rising from her chair. “You sit down,” Andy ordered. She sank back obediently, a smile on her lips. Andy turned to Menton. “You’ve got a crust,” he said, “pulling the haughty employer stuff outside of office hours. Spill it, there are no secrets between me and Mercy.” “Then you’re a bigger fool than I thought you were,” Menton retorted angrily. “Do you mean you’ve told her about’ 5 ' the Wilber affair?” “No,” Andy replied, “but what’s the difference? Isn’t she your own little confidential secretary?” Mention shrugged his shoulders. “Listen,” he said, drawing Andy to a far corner of the room and lowering his voice, “don’t be a damn fool and tell any woman all you know. That fellow Sheridan has been hanging around here lately, and I heard something this afternoon that's got me going. “I got it straight that Sheridan has been making inquiries about the safecracker who brought me the Wilber diary. I found out, too, he’s been pretty thick with Wilber lately. What's his game?” “Oh, Sheridan,” Andy laughed, “he’s as harmless as a lap dog.” Andy glanced at his wrist watch. “‘Say, it’s getting late,” he exclaimed. “Mercy and I’ve got a date. Come on; we’ll drop you downtown.” He seized his hat and propelled Manton to the door. With Mercy in the middle and Andy at the wheel, the open-top roadster sped away. As they approached the intersection traveling at high speed a car just ahead of them turned directly into their path. Andy twisted the wheel desperately to avoid collision. He succeeded. but the roadster-crashed head-in into a loading platform. Amid a shower of broken glass Menton was catapulted over the windshield and fell in a crumpled heap on the pavement. Andy and Mercy were buried In a mass of twisted, torturing metal. (To Be Continued) Woman Divorces Convict Bit Tir'cs ftnrciiil HARTFORD CITY, Ind., Nov. 23. —Mrs. Rose Williams of Montpelier has been granted a divorce in Blackford circuit court here from Gar Williams, recently given a one to ten-year prison term for stealing cattle. Williams has been an inmate of a hospital for the insane. The couple has three children.

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