Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 6, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 May 1930 — Page 5

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB—The best lookin* docker In the clock shop, if not in Waterbury. Lives with her parents in a Bank street bat. ’ % MIRIAM BOBBlN—Limited In 8. A., but Mary Della's best girl friend; also a docker. JOE SPEAKS—Mary Della's steady. Young man about town, good looking and hard-boiled. ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN 111 Yale senior and football star, one of the Calkmans of Detroit. GEORGE McKRAY—He wanted to go to Harvard but the cards were against him; also a senior at Yale. Happy-go-lucky is George. MARJORIE MARABEE—Daughter of fashion, living on Cracker hill. Fiancee of Robert. TIMMY FITZMOAN-Petting is his specialty. In love with Mary Della. OLGA SVENSON—AIso a docker and Hot too popular with any one. Mary Della and Robert are parked on the old piece of Highway off the Cheshire road when a woman is murdered by the Red Mask in the darkness ahead of thetr car. They leave the body and deride to say nothing about it. to protect themselves. But after three days Mary Della writes an anonymous note to the police telling about the murder and where the body is. The American carries the story under glaring headlines the next d-->. but says the police could not find the body. ... , , Brett Younger has written a musical comedy called “The Clock Shop Clockin which Mary Della is to be the leading jadv. Marv Della discovers that she has lost the letter written her by Robert and fiom which she tore a piece of paper to write the police about the murder. Leaving the first rehearsal of “The Clock Shop Clockers,” Marv Della sees Robert's car parked in front of The Elton. She gets in and waits for developments. Robert and George MacKray come out of The Elton and And Mary Della In the car. George says he has an engagement. but will meet Robert at the hotel later. Robert takes Mary Della for a ride, during which he suggests that life Isn’t always fair to lovers.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO AFTER the second rehearsal of “Clock Shop Clockers,” Brett Younger admitted to his cast that further preparation for the musical comedy was impossible without a leading man, and Miriam came to the rescue. “I’ll have a leadin’ man with looks, youth, voice and snappy feet tomorrow night,” she declared. And the next evening when they assembled in Buckingham hall, Miriam walked in with no other than the reluctant Timmy Fitzmoan. "Here he is, Brett,” Miriam announced. “Ain’t he a match for Mary Della?” Brett laughed. Timmy had everything but experience and a desire to take the part, but Brett knew that he no longer could look a gift horse in the muzzle. "You're a wonder, Miriam,” he announced. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of Timmy before. Timmy, here’s your chance to make Lindbergh a second- rate attraction. How about it?” Timmy was far from enthusiastic, but he caught Mary Della's wink and succumbed. “I'll do my best, Brett,” he promised, “but it’s anew line for me, if you know what I mean.” "I’ll tell you what, Brett,” Mary Della said. “Throw in a couple of petting scenes and Timmy’ll feel right at home, won't you, Timmy?” “Sure,” said Timmy, “if it’s with you.” “All right,” Brett called out, holding a hand up for quiet: “we’ll try to make Timmy comfortable by beginning with the scene where the wealthy young man takes the goodlooking little docker out to tea at a roadhouse. Some of you get hold here and help me put this table and Chairs up on ths stage.” The table and chairs put in place, Mary Della sat at one side and Timmy opposite. "Now, said Brett, “everybody else jnoye back to about the middle of the hall and holler out if they don’t talk loud enough. Ready, Mary Just read your lines tonight, Timmy, and you can learn them before the next rehearsal." Hrett backed down the aisle until he. stood opposite the idle, but thrilled cast. “Go ahead, Timmy; break her heart.” , Timmy rested his elbows on the table and read his lines. “My dear young woman, has it ever occurred to you that you are westing your talents in a factory, when you might be presiding over a palace of luxury, dressed in silks and callns with pearls and diamonds around your beautiful neck, and—” “Walt a minute! Wait a minute! You’re not reading the Congressional Record. Timmy. Put some feeling intp It. You're drawing a picture with the idea of winning her away from her present environment. Don’t you see? “What’s a present environment?” asked Timmy. .*Tt doesn't matter. You're making: love, see? Now start over, and let irntFrc savina

TIMMY showed some improvement on the second reading. Then for several minutes the dialog went something like this: “My flower, my beautiful lily of the fields that toils not nor spins, you are like a godlen sunset, your eyes are two bright stars set in a deep azure heaven, your neck is like marble, finely chiseled, your ” Mary Della: “Just a minute there; you’ve recited enough poetry. What’s on your mind besides slickum?” Timmy: “Ah, you would be cruel. You would break my poor heart. Pity me, dear lady of love, in my moment of distress, I am overcome.” Mary Della: “Maybe it’s too close in here. But if I understand you’re making love, what have you got to offer besides a lot of jack and that line of hooey you been spouting?” Timmy: “What, indeed. What but a heart full of devotion, my own. All my life I will lie at your feet, sweet one, seeking only to keep you happy. At your feet, you beautiful gift from heaven, always at your feet.” Mary Della: “That’s no sales argument, big boy. My feet ain’t cold, and if they was, a collie or cat would do the trick. What else you good for?” “Now, just a minute,” Brett called from the center of the hall. He turned to those sitting with chins on the seat backs, their faces betraying a suspense not justified by the action on the stage. “Right there where Mary Della says, ‘What else you good for?’ is where you waitresses go in and sing, ‘Kippy, Kappy, Kip,’ and do your dance. Now, hare’s the way you enter, and take your places on . . “Mary Della . . . ?” “Yes, Timmy.” u tt * BRETT’S voice was like the drone of a great beetle far, far away. “I wish he’d let me talk to- you like I want to ” “How do you want to talk, Timmy?” “It’s not how; it’s what I’d say to you if you’d listen and know I meant what I said.” “Don’t mind me, Timmy. You’re a wealthy manufacturer’s son and I’m only a fair-looker docker. What’s on your mind?” “It’s in my heart, Mary Della. What makes you treat me like you do, Mary Della? I know I sound like this bozo that’s supposed to be making love to you, but I mean it. You’re the sweetest girl in the world to me, Mary Della. I’ve thought so since the first time I laid eyes on you, and I’ll always think so. Gosh, you don’t know what I’d do for you, if I had a chance.” “Well, you are the Romeo now, aren’t you, Timmy? Oh, don’t be hurt. You know how this love stuff hits me.” “But—and you don’t love me just a little bit, Mary Della? ’ She put both her hands on his. “You're a brick, Timmy,” she whispered; “and right at this instant I could love you without half trying.” A loud guffaw In the dim hall caused them to look up suddenly. “What’s he doing, Mary Della?” Brett asked, “practicing his lines?” “He was just telling me,” Mary Della answered, “what a flathead Ziegfeld is for not having me in the Follies.” “Say,” cried Brett, “he’s stealing my stuff. But 111 tell you about it later. Now, let’s bring the chorus into the roadhouse.” M M IT was late afternoon of the following day that the C. E. called the assistant city editor into executive conference. “Charlie, I’ve got some information that’ll knock your hat off.” “Take it out of storage, then.” the assistant city editor coaxed. “Believe me, I need something to bolster up my spirits. Things around this burg certainly are fiat right now.” The C. E. packed his pipe and lit it off. “Well, I’ll remind you of just two things before I break it. You remember the description of the girl who went in the drug store for an envelope?” “I can almost see her.” “Good! And then, the yellow car the police are locking for. Very long, and very yellow.” “Ive seen a hundred that fit in the last two days.” “So have I, but I’ve seen one that fits perfectly, which is something *

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else again. You know I didn’t get the full significance of that description. But whoever it was that described it as very long and very yellow meant just that and nothing less. Not one of the longer roadsters, you understand, but a roadster so long that it was almost out of proportion and would be conspicuous because of its length. The same goes for the color, not simply a yellowy yellow, but a vivid yellow that would hit you right between the eyes. Follow me?” “I’m convinced,” impatiently. “Go on.” “Charlie, I saw that car Friday night as sure as I’m alive.” “Thehellyoudid! ” “Well, I did. About the longest boat I think I’ve ever seen, and yellow? I didn’t know anything could be so yellow. I was on my way home from the policemen’s ball and the car passed ,me just as I stepped off the curb at the comer of Field and Grand streets. I could have touched it as it went by.” “Why didn’t you call a cop?” “Wait a minute. How do I know there aren’t other cars just like that one? And if I had been dead certain it was the car, I wouldn't have called a cop. You and I are taking care of the Red Mask mystery just now. But I haven’t told you everything. U H “rTYHERE was a young fellow in A a raccoon coat driving and with him was a girl about 18 or 19 years old, I’d say. They were dragging along in no hurry at all toward Bank street, which put the girl on my side. I got a good look at her there at the comer and ” "She had on a green leather jacket?” The assistant city editor was half out of his chair. The C. E. waved his hand through a cloud of smoke to clear the atmosphere. “No, she didn’t have on a green leather jacket, I’m sorry to say.” “That’s a tough break, all right.” The assistant city editor relaxed once more. “But here’s a fununy thing, Charlie,” the C. E. resumed. “That girl’s face was familiar, and for some reason I think of it in relation to a green leather jacket. It may be that I’m trying to force the picture, of course, but then again it may be that I’ve seen that girl somewhere wee ring the green jacket.” “Granted you’re right,’ said the assistant city editor, “you can’t have a girl hauled in as a material witness to an abstract murder because you think you’ve seen her wearing something somebody said some girl who wrote the cops was wearing. If that’s too complicated, I’ll put it this way: I think you’re seeing things, Ray.” “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. That’s for you and me to find out. “How?” “Grab the phone there and tell the operator to get you the state motor vehicle department in Hartford. When they answer, ask them who owns the car with this marker number r-” He shoved a slip of paper across the desk. The assistant city editor turned it around quickly. “Where’d you get that?’ (To Be Continued)

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“Would you like to have us take you away from here?” he questioned. Slowly and dimly, as from a great distance recollection of the once familiar tongue returned to her. “I should like to be free” she said, “and go back to Korak, But not' with you.’ Malbihn turned to Kovudoo. ‘She does not wish to go with us,” he said. “You are men,” returned the black. “Can you not take her by force?” Malbihn appeared turning the matter over in hi* mind.

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