Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 171, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 November 1929 — Page 10

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rlgin mi ri: today FRANK >IIF.RII> AN. wealths younjr 'jdinnapo|i% lauyrr. whose hobby is the Iving of i rime mysteries, is making a (i Ijblr Investigation into a safe robbery at the Maple road home of WII.MAM Ol.nilt WII.RFR. inventor and manufacturer. and into the strange death by electrocution of I ENA SWARTZ, a maid In the Wilber home. From the safe was stolen a diary of Wilber’s wife, now dead, which contains a secret of the birth of SHI.II.A. Wilber’s daughter, who was engaged to marry JOSEPH SMLDI.LY. assistant Marion county prosecutor. The diarv was stolen bv RIM Y MORGAN. burglar client of HOMER MENTON, unprincipled criminal lawyer, who gets possession of the diary and persuades ANDY MASTERS, .Sheila's wayward cousin, to join in a blackmail plot against Wilber. Andy, while intoxicated, tells Sheila she is a foundling' and has no legal right to Wilber's name. 'sheila surprises her father into partial confirmation of Andy’s accusation and. feeling herself disgraced, returns her engagement ring to Smedley. Andy has been paying court to EDNA RODGERS, Sheila’s chum, but has an affair with Menton’s stenographer. MERECT DIES RIVERTON. Menton is killed and Andy injured in an auto accident before the plot against Wilber can be put into execution. Mercedes, in the same accident, escapes injury and plays the role of Andy’s nurse at his apartment, which is presided orur bv IKE SELLERS. Andy’s valet. Chastened by their narrow escape from death. Andy and Mercy plan to get the diarv from Menton’s office and return It to Wilber. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

JPhShapter twenty-nine J';|x ILEY MORGAN, in his hideV out, read the newspaper story vj Menton's death. He was elated and perturbed, elated over his free•dom from Menton's threats and worried because his chance to realize on Wilber’s SSOO reward for the return of the diary apparently had vanished. He remained in hiding until the afternoon of the second day after the accident, then he ventured forth. An hour later the telephone rang In Frank Sheridan's office. ‘Hello, that you. Mr. Sheridan? This is Chick Severin. I've got him. Riley Morgan just went into Pete the Greek's.” “Right-o.” Sheridan replied, “keep your eye on the place till I heave in sight, then beat it. I',m coming inony ear and I'll park on the other side of the street down tl\e block from Pete's.” Sheridan reached in a desk drawer and slipped an automatic pistol into his coat pocket. He stood in thought a moment, and then shifted the pistol from the right to the left side-pocket. His face wore a satisfied smile as he took his car out. of the garage where he kept it. only a few blocks from his office.. His plans were all. made. It was sti! leafly in the afternoon and there were only a few loungers In Pete's place when Sheridan entered. It was a shady resort, containing a single pool table and a counter at which soft drinks ostensibly were sold, but where bootleg liquor might be had by the knowlng. "“Riley Morgan was there, poring over a race track form-sheet in a chair tilted back against the wall. Sheridan was clasping his right wrist with his left hand. He stopped directly in front of Riley's chair and sun eyed the room quietly. "Can any of you fellows drive a car?” he asked. "I caught my hand in the door and sprained*my wrist and I’ve got an important call to make out in the country. Iqi willing to pay what it's worth for a driver. "My car's parked right out here. I couldn't drive any further—this was hurting too much." He glanced down at his wrist and grimaced as in pain. Before any of the others could answer, he turned to Riley. "Sav, you look like a careful driver. How about it? Will you take me out?” Several other men pressed forward. among them a Negro. Riley a moment! then rose slow'lv to his feet. The others' eager- . ness spurred him to action. “Keep out of this. Charcoal." he growled at the Negro. "This is my graft, see?" Then to Sheridan, ‘'What's there in it?" . "Well, we ll be gone only a couple of hours,” Sheridan replied, "how .about ss—that about right?” “Yer on. boss.” Riley assented. Following Sheridans directions Rilev piloted the car off South Illiet. on north ut Meridian, r the canal and then into :try. There had been no ion. other than Sheridan's i. jj :' ,* >f the route. •ertaintly can drive a car,” said admiringly. Got a ur own?” ook his eye from the road

long enough to squint a suspicious , eye at. his questioner. "What's it to you?" he replied ungraciously. "Oh, nothing of consequence.” j Sheridan laughed, "idle curiousity i —just making conversation.” "Say, feller, you didn't hire no sightseein’ bus spieler when you hired me. Yuh ain't hired me to answer, no questions.” Sheridan smiled. “All right,” he said, “if you feel that way.” Several miles they turned from the traveled highway into a winding country road. They passed into a short stretch overhung by tree branches that almost met over their heads. Not a house nor a car was in sight. Sheridan dropped his hand into the left pocket of his coat. "Here we are,” he announced. "Pull up on the side of the road.” Riley looked around in surprise, but stepped on the brakes and turned the car to the side. As it rolled to a stop Sheridan’s hand came swiftly from his pocket and the muzzle of the pistol was pressed firmly against the driver's ribs. "Keep your hands on the wheel and don't move,” Sheridan ordered. "You were wrong, Mr. Riley Morgan. You were hired to answer } questions and you and I are going to have a nice, quiet little talk.” Morgan seemed almost to shrivel i under the pistol's menace. His eyes ; fixed straight ahead, bulged in j terror. "Gawd!” he mumbled. “Taken j for a ride!” "Yes, taken for a ride.” Sheridan j was quick to seize the cue. “And j it won’t have a pleasant ending if ! you don't come through. Where’s j the stuff you stole from the safe at j the Wilber home on Maple road? I Wait a minute—hold still!” He ! shifted the pistol to his right hand i and deftly patted Riley's pockets j with his left. "No gat, eh? That’s i good!” j His eyes held steadily to Riley's face while he talked and searched. He saw the terror give way to an expression almost of relief. "Hell, I thought yuh was one of them there racketeers and you’d took me fer some guy wot’d done yuh poison." the burglar gasped. "W'at're yuh. a dick?” “No. not a dick, but I'm bad medicine and mean business. Come on. j now. how about that safe robbery?” He prodded Riley with the pistol by way of emphasis. “Honest, boss. I don't know noth- j ing about no safe job.” Riley ‘ whined. “All right, we’ll just drive down town to police headquarters. They’ll be glad to see the man who was j hanging around the Wilber resi- j dence the night Lena Swartz was i killed.” Riley jerked his hands from the j wheel and twisted around, facing Sheridan. His hands dropped back swiftly as Sheridan's eyes bored into his and the pistol muzzle pressed harder on his ribs. "That Menton skunk!” he snarled, "yuh didn't believe him. boss? ’Fore Gawd. I didn't kill nobody!” "What about Menton?” Sheridan asked quickly. “I—aw—aw —” Riley stuttered, seeing the trap into which he had fallen.” “Aw. ain’t I the fall guy!” "Listen. Riley, there isn't any use trying to bluff it out. Come through clean and I’ll turn you lose and maybe put a little money in your pocket. If you don’t—well, this gun might accidently go off.” "Honest, boss, youh'll let me lam? Honest?” "Yes. yes.” Sheridan said impatiently. "What did you do with that cashbox?” "I throwed it away.” "Threw it away!” Sheridan exclaimed. “Without opening it?” "Naw. but it didn't have nothin' in it but a book with writin’ in ft. I kep' th’ book and when I seen an ad in Th’ Times wat said to bring it back fe# 500 bucks I took it to my stir springer and—” "And that was Menton?" "Uh. huh.” “Go on. Why did you take it to Menton?" "Well. I didn't know but w at th’ ad was some game of th’ bulls. Menton said,he'd get me th jack if I crackecr the Wilber jug again an' swiped a hunk o’ lead pipe the old guy kep’ there.” Sheridan's eyes lit with excited in-

—By Williams

r terest. “Did you get the—the lead pipe?” he asked. “Naw. I had it all fixed with th’ Lena skirt to spie it fer me an’ she w r ent and got herself killed.’’ Sheridan mused in silence for a moment. So that was the explanation! But it didn’t explain who threw the switch and caused Lena’s death. • “Did you go into the laboratory that night?” he asked. The burglar shook his head. “Where's the book?” Sheridan asked. “Have you got it?” "Naw*, Menton kep’ it, the dirty stiff. It's in his office, I seen it jes’ th’ other day.” “Just what I thought. Sheridan observed. “You know Menton is dead?” Riley nodded. “All right,” Sheridan continued, "now*, Morgan, lil make a deal with you. I’ll carry out Menton’s contract with you, but in a little different way. “You get that book out of Menton's office and bring it to me and lil give you the SSOO reward. And we'll forget all about the safe* robbery.” “Aw, say, boas, that ain’t no soft lay,” Riley objected, “them offices all got patent locks—you’d have to spring th’ door.” “I don’t care how you do it.” Sheridan said firmly, “I’ve got to have that book. And remember, r.o tricks or it’s jail for you. I've got the goods on you.” Riley heaved a deep sigh. He again protested feebly, but finally agreed. Sheridan slipped the pistol into his pocket. They drove back to town. ff f( tt SHERIDAN that night in his rooms answered a telephone call. “Sheridan!” called an excited voice. “It’s Wilber. I’ve got the diary! It was returned to me this afternoon.” “Well, I’ll be damned,” exclaimed Sheridan, profanely, disgustedly. (To Be Continued.) NEW CHARGES FILED IN ADULTERATION CASE Fountaintown Milkman Will Face Criminal Court Friday. Anew affidavit charging Edgar Woods, Fountaintown, with selling adulterated milk, has been filed in criminal court by Deputy Prosecutor Paul Rhoadarmer. Woods will be tried Friday afternoon. He is one of five defqjidants convicted of the charge in criminal muncipal court and fined $lO and costs. Woods is the only one who appealed his conviction to the higher court. The arrests followed a drive by Indianapolis health authorities several weeks ago. The charges were brought by J. R. Dunwoody, city chemist, when a test of the milk sold by the defendants to the Mutual Milk Company, Indianapolis, are alleged to have shown the liquid contained soda and “dirt.”

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

During the last mile, Tarzan had run like a deer that he might have ample time to descend the cliffs, before the Oparians could reach the summit and hurl rocks down upon him. So he was half down the mountainside ere the fierce little men came panting to its edge. Here, for some reason, they decided to give up the chase, and Tarzan reached the forest's edge in safety.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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