Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 161, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 November 1930 — Page 20

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CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE JOHN MITCHELL struggled to control his voice. “Then you have no idea what time she left the house?” he asked. “You didn’t think it strange she was not here at dinner time?” He was standing in Evelyn Parsons’ living room. Evelyn just had told him of Celia’s disappearance. Mitchel held the note which the girl had left in his hand. Mrs. Parsons touched a handkerchief to her eyes. “Oh, John, you talk as though I’m to blame! I told you I don’t know. I'm so terribly upset!” “But you must think,” the man cut in sternly. “Every minute lost may be important! Calm yourself, Evelyn. This is no time for hysterics ! ” She saw he was unmoved by her pretended grief and changed her manner. “You’re right, of course!” Evelyn said. "We must find her. Poor child! We must think what to do!” “What time did you say the maid saw her” “Wait—l’ll get Rose and she can tell you everything.” Mrs. Parsons hurried from the room. While he was waiting Mitchell strode back and forth across the floor. His hands were thrust deep in his pockets. The man’s face was white, his eyes tortured. It was more than five minutes before Evelyn returned. By that time Mitchell was pacing like a caged animal. He stopped short as the door opened and the two women entered. “This is Rose.” Evelyn Parsons began. “Rose, tell Mrs. Mitchell when and where you saw Miss Celia last.” The maid looked sleepy. She held a long, figured robe about her, apparently slipped over a nightgown. Though she ft&d arisen from bed Rose had been thoroughly coached by her mistress. “I think it was about 4 o’clock,” the maid answered. “I was coming through the hall and I saw Miss Celia standing in front of the mirror in her room putting on her hat. "She didn’t say anything, but a minute later when I was in Mrs. Parsons' dressing room I heard door shut and then footsteps going toward the outside door. That’s all I know about it.” “She was alone?” Mitchell asked. “Yes, sir. There wasn’t any one else here but the cook in the kitchen.” "You say it was about 4 o’clock? Earlier or later than that?” “I’m not just sure, sir, but it must have been about that time because at 4:30 I went downstairs to do an errand. It couldn’t have been very long before that.” “I see. I suppose you know Celia’s disappeared? Has she ever said anything to you that might give you an idea where she could have gone?” n a ROSE looked toward Mrs. Parsons and shook her head “No, sir. She never did.” “Well, this doesn’t help much.” Mitchell was addressing Evelyn. “Someone else must have seen her. How about that doorman—the one on duty afternoons. Is he here now?” “No,” Mrs. Parsons answered, “but we can reach him. Rose, telephone downstairs and find out where to call the man who was at the door this afternoon.” Before the maid could take up the telephone Mitchell had it in his hand. “I’ll do it,” he said, and immediately w T as in conversation with the operator. The result of ten minutes of alternate w'aiting and frantic conversation produced the news that Celia Mitchell had left the apartment in company with a tall young man whom the doorman had seen frequently. They had driven away in a black roadster. The doorman agreed that it might have been o’clock, but he was not sure. Mitchell slammed down the telephone. “It’s that Shields!” he exclaimed. “Blind fool—why didn't I guess. Good God. they may be anywhere! Evelyn, Evelyn—!” Mrs. Parsons sprang to her feet. “John, dearest, don't take it so terribly! Everything may be all right. Please! For my sake!” He pushed her aside. “Where does Shields live?” he demanded. “I haven't any idea!” The man stared at her. “You promised to be responsible for my daughter,” he said harshly, “but you know nothing about her goings and comings in the house. You are unable to name any of her friends who might tell me what's become

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of her. And you say everything is i all right. Bah!” Mitchell turned away. Evelyn J Parsons started and for an instant her eyes flashed with unalloyed malice. Then she began to weep. The man apologized. He begged her to help him find Celia. “But I’ve been trying to!” Evelyn sobbed. “I’ve been trying to do! everything I can and now I know i you hate me!” In desperation Mitchell swore he , meant nothing of the kind. He, urged her to stop crying and aid I him in locating Barney Shields. Together they went to the room j Celia had occupied, and here, after j much searching, Mrs. Parsons pro- ! I duced a penciled memorandum.: The slip of paper read: "Call Mr. Shields. Blank 5536.” “Look!” she cried, waving the i note toward Mitchell. “It's the telephone number!” i By now it was nearly 1 a. m. j One glance at the memorandum j ind John Mitchell was urging the downstairs operator to speed his j lall. There were tense moments of j delay before the man spoke excitedly: I “Is this Shields? Barney Shields?” j The young man’s voice came back I over the wire. “At the phone, j Who’s calling?” Mitchell straightened. “You are t | Barney Shields?” he asked again, j “This is Shields.” There was an electric instant j and then Mitchell continued: “I’m ; I sorry to disturb you, Mr. Shields. This is John Mitchell Celia Mitchell’s father. You remember we met the other day?” “Oh—how do you do!” a a a “SOMETHING important hashappened,” Mitchell went on. “It’s j something I’d like to talk to you | about. Can I see you if I come ! where you are at once?” “Why, yes; certainly.” “Then I’ll be there immediately j Mitchell asked the address, and put ; down the telephone. “Where are you going?” Evelyn Parsons demanded. The man's answer was lost over his shoulder as he hurried from the room. Evelyn followed in time to see Mitchell jam on his hat and pull open the outer door. With a deep sigh she turned and went to her bedroom. There was little traffic and in j twenty minutes John Mitchell’s car l stopped before the building where Shields made his home. Mitchell hurried up the step sand was addressing a young man at a desk in the lobby when someone touched his arm. He swung around to confront Barney Shields. “Were you asking for me, Mr. j Mitchell?'' “Yes. How do you do, Shields.” The older man paused for an instant. “I want to have a talk with you. Is there somewhere we can go?* Except for the youth behind the j counter the club lobby was deserted. Barney led the way into a writing | room, likewise unoccupied. “No one will disturb us here. You j said something has happpened? It; isn’t Celia—?” Curiosity was written plainly on j the young man’s face. He had seen I Mitchell only once in his life. To , be awakened at 1 o’clock in the , morning and summoned for an in- , terview was distinctly disquieting, j “Shields, where is my daughter?” : ! “Whj. what do you mean?” “Just what I said. Where is Celia? You were seen with her. leaving the apartment at 4. o’clock this afternoon. What have you done with her? Where is she now? Young man. you’ll pay—” Shields’ expression changed from blank wonder to indignation, j “You don’t know what you’re say- ! ing!” he exclaimed. “You’re crazy, j i didn’t see Celia today! You don’t | —you can't mean she’s—gone!” #'or answer Mitchell thrust out Celia’s note. At the same time he | continued threatening the youth. Barney read the brief note —in ; Celia’s writing undeniably—and his bewilderment faded. “But where could she go?” be cried. “Celia's just a kid! Good Lord —you’ve got to find her. What are you standing here for? You're wasting time!” There could b'e no doubt of Shield's sincerity. Even the distraught father saw this. His tone altered. “But didn’t you meet her at the apartment—at 4 o’clock!” “I tell you I didn’t see her all day. If she left the apartment w r ith a man. it was someone else.” Mtichell’s face turned a grayish tinge. “The doorman said they got

into a roadster ” he began when Barney interrupted: "Maybe it was Jordan,” he said. “I saw them together the day before.” “Celia? With Jordan!” tt u n BARNEY recounted the mcident hastily. He named the hotel and said that he had gone there to meet a business acquaintance. Celia had appeared with Tod Jordan and a girl whom Barney did not know. “So you know Jordan, do you?” Mitchell cut in suspiciously. “Celia pointed him out to me once. I’ve never met him.” “That’s the truth?” “My God, why should I want to lie to you? If Celia’s disappeared, I should think you’d be trying to find her instead of standing here asking me questions!” “Yol i“ right!” John Mitchell’s fist landed on the desk. “I’ll go after Jordan —!” “Let me come with you!” Barney urged. ‘I can’t sleep unless I know that Celia's safe.” “Come along!” They searched a directory to find the address. Then in Mitchell’s car they set off for an east-side address. The apartment building, -when they reached it, was neither conspicuously smart nor shabby. •Hie street to right and left was deserted and there was no attendant at the door. Barney tried the lock, but the door would not give. “Not so good!” he muttered and stepped back. The whir of a motor car attracted their attention. A taxicab had turned at the corner and was coming toward the apartment. Tlie two men stepped into the shadow beside the doorway. The cab came nearer, slowed and halted. A man got out, turned toward the driver and ther_ started into the building. It was not Jordan. The newcomer was middle-aged, heavily built. Barney Shields suddenly appeared. “Excuse me,” he said. “I'm anxious to see a rnan named Jordan who lives here. Do -you know how I can find him?” The stranger eyed Shields suspiciously. “If he lives here, you’ll find his name on the directory.” Shields and Mitchell followed into the vestibule. The other man opened a second door and disappeared. Before the door clicked shut Barney had inserted his toe in the opening. “Get the apartment number,” he said sharply. Mitchell read down the list of names. “Here it is—24B.” They found the number on a second floor door. John Mitchell knocked. “Who is it?” a man’s voice called. Mitchell knocked again. There was a shuffling noise, then the door opened and Tod Jordan appeared. “What tlo you want” he demanded crossly. (To Be Continued)

EDUCATORS ASK RADIO CHANNELS Demand 15 Per Cent of All Waves in Resolution. Bu Scrtvvs-Hoicard y ewsvaocr Alliance WASHINGTON, Nov. 14.—The two-year fight of the National Education Association and allied groups for a comprehensive system of broadcasting channels has advanced another step with the presentation of a formal demand for 15 per cent of all available radio waves. This demand is expressed in a resolution of the national conference on radio education, which after studying the problem since April, 1929, today sens its report to Interior Secretary Wilbur. The great broadcasting companies have resisted the educational program from the out r t. on the ground that such broadcasting cut heavily into the already limited available time for commercial advertising contracts. Meeting at Cleveland next week, the National Association of Broadcasters, dominated by the National and Columbia chains, will take up the advisory conference report and probably submit its answer. $422,600 IS ASKED BY SCHOOL FOR DEAF Biennial Appropriation Request Is Filed With Budget Clerk. Biennial appropriation of $422,600 was asked of the state budget committee by the Indiana School for the Deaf, in a request filed by Superintendent O. M. Pittenger with A. C. McDaniel, state budget clerk. The institution’s last two-year appropriation was $372,100. Os the increase asked, $59,000 is for land, buildings and equipment. Os this amount $30,000 would be spent for shops, $6,000 for: walks and the remainder for new equipment.

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