Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 52, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 July 1930 — Page 8

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SYNOPSIS Tom Sanv*r was unexpectedly sympathetic with Cvnthia Brown, chorus airl double of his heiress, posing as the wife of Dean Carev. and severe, even brutal tn his comments on his own daughter Eleanor, who he ssserted had done a wrong to Dean which nothing could remedy. He held that it would be impossible for Dean to take her back after she had been away for weeks with her former lover, and he felt keenly the blasting of Dean's career if the scandal **H* aVonce engaged a private detective agency to trace Eleanor, put others on the case of the physician who had doctored Phil when he attempted suicide and laid a trap for Bennie Thompson, the Mackmailer. But his main thought was for the future of Desn and Cynthia for he saw clearly that they loved each other. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO HIS voice lowered, and he uttered some incoherent endearments to the effect that he felt that she was almost as much his daughter as was Eleanor. He was a dear, kindly old man. and she loved him. But he had been so long accustomed to money that he seemed to think that it could cure every situation. He even thought, she believed, that his great wealth somehow would absolve Eleanor from suffering and Dean from humiliation when the dreadful truth should become '-nown. She looked her loveliest when she joined Dean at dinner. Sleep had made her bloom. As usual between them, the dinner-table conversation was devoid of personalities. There was a moon tonight, a mocn so round and huge that it might, have been hanging in a tropic :ky. The gardens upon which she looked held walking people on this spring night. Couples, would disappear Into shadows, and Cynthia imagined quick embraces that took place. From an open window' a radio, turned on low. played inciting dance music. From other open windows came bursts of laughter. ‘ What have you been doing today?’’ Dean asked. “Went over to see Daddy Tom this moming.’’ she replied. "C' anywhe" r’-e?” he asked. It might have been idle curiosity that prompted the question, but something seemed to whisper subtle warning to her. Os course there was reason for his manner to be a trifle strange. Last night’s final scene between them had served only to increase the constraint But this was something more than constraint. There seemed about ills manner a queer watchfulness. Perhaps it was her own sense of guilt, but she had not been without this feeling of wrong-doing at any time she had been with him. So that her guilty conscience hardly could make her imagine tonight things that it had not made her imagine on previous evenings. She tried to make her voice artless and unconcerned as she answered him: “No. Came right home here, had luncheon and then took a nap. I slept until Mary called me in time for dinner.” Not by a shade did his expression change, but the subtle warning seemed to be more distinct now. “You weren't out of the house?’’ he asked. She shook her head. “No, I stayed in all day after I returned from my visit to Daddy Tom.’ “What did you have to sa ■ to him?” Again the question seemed idly put, but for the third time she felt danger in the air. “Oh. we just talked." "Didn't discuss our relations, did you?” a a a r-pHIS was a bit surprising. It grated violentlv, this question of his, on her sens? of delicacy. More than that, it didn't seem to coincide with Dean's own delicate tact. "Hardly." She made her voice cold. . , , "Never discussed our relations with any one?” “I should think the answer to that question would be so obvious that you wouldn’t need to put It,” she told him. “Obvious things seem to have a ha v: t with us of not being obvious.” h* retorted “Our marriage hasn't b*?n conducted according to the ordinary obvious lines.” *T thought we had deferred discussion of that,” she told him. “You’re rather an extraordinary person, aren't you?” Now there was no mistake about it. Danger was rieht at her shoulder "Perhaps I am.” she admitted. “There's no ‘perhaps’ about it You act in an extraordinary fashion, and then are surprised and of-

fended if I suggest that you might j have discussed your extraordinary actions with your father.” “You wanted to quarrel with me last night. Please don’t want to tonight,” she begged. "An understanding isn't necessarily a quarrel,” he parried“But there may be a quarrel on the way to understanding. Let's not risk it.” "You seem extremely anxious not to quarrel.” She managed to laugh. “Well, that at least isn't extraordinary.” "“No. But your certainty that if we discuss matters we’ll become angry is a trifle strange, don’t you think?” "But some subjects won’t bear discussion. I know, Dean, you think I've been dreadful. I admit it. Can’t we talk about something else?” “Very well. Let's talk about what you were doing today.” "My talk with Daddy? But I told you that there’s nothing to repeat ” a a a A MOMENT ago she had asked him not to quarrel: now she wished that a quarrel would come, for it would enable her to leave the room in anger. Still unaware of what shape the threatening danger might take she nevertheless was positive that it was close at hand. She was relieved at the jangling of the extension telephone. Dean picked up the instrument.. "Mrs. Carey? Just a moment.” He handed the telephone to Cynthia. "Hello,” she said. “That you, Brown?” She didn’t lose her poise. f "This is Mrs. Dean Carey. I think there's some mistake,” she said. Over the wire came Bennie Thompson's Jeering laugh. “The only mistake was when you fooled me yesterday afternoon. But you didn’t fool me last night, and you ain’t fooling me now. I suppose that was your husband who just answered. Well, I’ll not bother you now, but Just be ready to talk turkey when I call you up tomorrow moming.” She could feel Dean’s eyes upon her. and could only pray that he could not hear Thompson's words. Then intuition told her that the best thing to do was to brazen it out right now, trusting that later on this evening Tom Sanver would frighten Bennie into silence. "I'm sure there's some mistake. Thi% is Mrs. Dean Carey,” she enunciated distinctly. To her surprise Bennie made no' reply. The receiver clicked as he 1 hung up. “What was it?” asked Dean. Now, she told herself, if Dean had i heard any of the conversation—he j had been standing within three feet; of her, and Bennie's voice had come ! loudly over the wire—to tell rim anything other than what had been j really said would be a fatal mistake, Sha shrugged with pretty bewilderment. “I don’t know. Somebody called me ‘Brown - and said something about my not fooling them last night.” “That’s strange, for he asked for Mrs. Carey. Mrs. Dean Carey. What else did he say?” a a a HIS eyes were fixed intently upon tier, and she could not lie. “He said that he was going to call me up again and that he supposed it was my husband who had just answered the phone. Mistaken identity of some sort.” “Except that he knew your name,' saia Dean slowly. ‘All the world knows the name of Dean Carey,” she lightly said. “But all the world doesn't think Dean Carey's wife is somebody else called Brown,” he objected. “Well. I can't explain it. Can you?” she daringly asked. “Not yet.” he answered. Again her voice was light, j “Does that mean that you expect to solve the mystery? Well, it isn't much of a mystery. Someone * thinks that Mrs. Dean Carey is 1 xnown to him by another name. In other words, someone is crazy.” “Or else Mk. Dean Carey is do- : ing something rather unbecoming,” offered Dean. "Unbecoming? I’m not sure I rnderstand you.” ! “Aren't you? Or perhaps you get ; my meaning, but have your own ; definition as to what is unbeccmI mg.” 1 ‘ Nowfc'm sure that X don’t know

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w’hat you’re talking about,” she asserted. "You say you didn't leave the house today?” He was attacking; there was no longer any possible doubt as to that. Just what lay behind the attack she could not imagine, but obviously Bennie Thompson's call had come most inopportunely. Possibly she had erred in judgment when she had told him what Thompson had said. But it w'as too late to repair that error now. She gathered her wits together to meet the emergency. “No” she sparred for time, "I didn’t say that. Why, I told you that I had been over to see Daddy Tom.” "But that you had been nowhere else. Now that a gentleman has telephoned you and called you by the name of Brown, you don’t care to amend your statement, do you?” Her laugh was a triumph of acting. “You sound just like a lawyer examining a witness.” "And a reluctant witness,” he said. a a a HER pretense of anger was even more believable than her mirth of a moment ago. “Why don't you say ‘dishonest’ and have done with it?” she ’demanded. “Consider that I have used that word,” he retorted. She rose to her feet. She had tried mirth and anger without distracting him from whatever purpose lay behind this cm jo now she tried bewilderment. “I'm sure I don't know what you're trying to prove, unless it's that you can be unpleasant. I would hate to have proof of that, so, if you don't mind, I think I’ll go to my room.” “But I do mind. Most emphatically do I mind. T want you to stop lying.” “Lying?” Don’t you think we’d better postpone further talk until you're in a different mood?” “The only difference that will take place in my mood is that it will become more bitter,” he Said. “Will you tell me the truth or must I tell it to you?” “About what?” “About your being out today! You say you went only to your father's house and nowhere else. You stick to that?” “It is the truth.” “It's a lie,” he flatly stated. "I saw you myself downtown. I’d been to see some one—a political matter —on Washington square, and decided to walk home. You were in a taxicab, caught in a jam at Eighth street. “I called to you; you heard me, looked at me. recognized me. And you were frightened. I didn't see the face of the man with you. Your taxi started before I could get to it and drag him out.” (To Be Continued) In eleven years the weight of the lightest Diesel engine has been reduced from sixty-five pounds per horse power to less than three pounds.

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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