Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 162, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 November 1930 — Page 5

NOV. 15, 1930.

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CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX IS your name Jordan?” Mitchell! asked the scowling youth in the j doorway. The corridor was dimly lit and the laces of ail three men were shadowed. ‘ I'm Tod Jordan, yes What do you want?" John Mitchell suddenly became excitable. “I want my daughter! j he exclaimed. "Celia! What have you done with her ? If she s < here !" “Just a minute! Just a minute. 1 don't know who you are or any--1 hing abput your daughter. What’s the idea of breaking into a private apartment in the middle of the night? You’d better get out!” Mitchell's face was livid. He would have struck at Jordan, but Barney Shields stepped between the two. "Excuse me,” he said. "My name is Shields, and this is Mr. Mitchell Celia Mitchell’s father. She didn’t 1 ome home this evening and left a note saying she was going away to stay. We have information she left the apartmen* in your company. Where is she?" "Why ask me? I don’t know anything about it. If anybody says I was with her its a lie!" “I warn you, Jordan." John Mitchell choked out the words, "that vou’d better tell me where she is! I ll put you behind bars for this!” Oh—you will?" Jordan's voice was contcmY>tuous. “Well, let me dvisc you two to get out of here before I call a cop. I told you I don’t know anything about your daughter. Now get out!” He would have slammed the doof, but Shields was too quick for him. Barney’s right arm caught Jordan ;.y surprise. There was a tussle in which Jordan lost his balance. He pulled back, pushing the door wide open. Another instant and nil three were inside. Jordan cursed loudly. Barney had pinned the other’s arm back and was holding him helpless. Celia! Mitchell cried. “Celia, re you here?" In the subdued light objects in :he room were vaguely outlined. It was a large room, illuminated by single lamp on a table. At the rear were two doors through one of which a light was shining. There was no one else in the first room. A swift glance and then Mitchell sprang for the inner chamber. "Let go my arm.you devil!" Jordan snorted "Not until you tell us where Celia is!” "But I don’t know ! I swear I haven’t seen her. Let go, damn you! You're wrenching my Shoulder!” They were struggling back and forth when Mitchell reappeared. "She’s not hue,” he said. “Jordan. where did you leave her?” ass BARNEY relaxed his hold. A quick movement and Jordan had freed himself. "I tell you I haven’t seen the girl!” he stormed. Why do you come to me about it if she isn’t home? “Once and for all. are you going to get out or do I have to throw you out?” Jordan's words were menacing, but he made no effort to carry out his threat. “Listen,” Barney said calmly, you left Mrs. Parsons’ apartment with Celia at 4 o’clock this afternoon.” “I tell you I didn't!” “Do you own a black roadster?” "What’s that got to do with it? Who are you to stand here and ask me questions?” “Have you?” “Well—er, yes. But it’s in a garage for repairs. I had a smashup last week.” “Then you weren't driving your ear this afternoon?’’ “No. of course not. Barney looked toward Mitchell. You’ll not deny.” the older man aid, eyeing Jordan, “that you’ve been seeing my daughter repeatedly of late, though I forbid her to have anything to do with you?” "Well, what are you going to do about it?” Again Mitchell looked as though he would attack the young man and once more Barney Shields interfered. “She isn’t here—that’s clear.” Shields said. "I doubt if you’ll get anything out of him by asking questions. Maybe we'd better go.” “You will if you know what's good for you!” Jordan threatened. John Mitchell hesitated, thought better of it and followed Shields to the door. As they were about to

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leave, he turned. “If I find you’ve lied." he warned Jordan, “I’ll break every bone in your body!” “Oh—yes? Listen, you old buzzard, if you try coming around here again you're going to be iorry!” The door snapped shut. Mitchell and Shields went downstairs and out of the building.. The father launched into incoherent invectives. “I’ll handle that young scoundrel!” he concluded. “I’m going to find an officer—” “You mean to have Jordan arrested?" “I certainly do.” “But, Mr. Mitchell—what good will that do? It's Celia we want to find.” “Jordan knows where she is. I'd stvear to it!” "Maybe. But you know’ she's not in that building. If you report this to police it’s sure to reach the newspapers. “A public hue and cry isn’t going to help any and I should think it would be highly distasteful. Here’s what I have in mind ” They were standing near the entrance of the apartment building. Shields began to speak rapidly. Mitchell seemed skeptical at first. Then he nodded his head in agreement. Presently he got into his car and drove away, leaving Barney. The young man glanced at his watch. It was after 4 o'clock. Dawn was only an hour away, but the sky was still dark and the illumination of the street lamps was a feeble contrast. Barney looked up and down the street. Two dim figures a block away were the only signs of life. He began to saunter carelessly. At the intersection he turned and crossed to the apposite side of the street. The entire block was made up of ancient residences, most of them fallen now’ to humble estate. Barney strolled slowly, considering each house. When he had gone the full length of the block he retraced his steps, stepping just opposite the apartment in which Jordan lived. ana rwOR fiiteen minutes nothing happened. Barney kept his eyes on the doorway across the street. He did not hear any one approaching. Suddenly something touched him. Barney started. The exclamation died on his lips as he saw the cause. A large black cat was rubbing against his leg. “Miau!” the cat cried plaintively. “Miau!” The young man grinned. “Hello, cat,” he said. “Is this your beat? Hope you don’t mind if I stick around a while.” The animal arched its back against him ingratiatingly. Barney picked it up. rubbing its head for a moment. The building, before which he had taken up his stand was entered by a flight of steps. Barney considered these steps. Then he walked to them and seated himself. The cat crawled from his arms and nestled beside him. It was a long vigil the pair kept. A few vehicles passed, and one or two pedestrians, but no one disturbed the young man. No one entered or left the apartment across the way. Gradually the sky grew lighter. Night faded, leaving a gray world. Presently faint streaks of opalescence overhead told that the sun had risen. The black cat awoke, stretched itself and with dignity descended to the street. Without a glance backward it trotted out of sight. Trucks and smaller conveyances appeared. In a short time the early morning din had begun, attesting that the city had awakened and was shaking off slumber. Barney Shields resumed pacing up and down the block. He looked haggard, but not because of lack of sleep. Several times the door on which Shields kept a constant watch j opened and closed, but Jordan did not come out. ! It was nearly 8:30 when a mid- ; dle-aged man slightly overweight ; and wearing a gray suit and hat ! approached Barney. “Excuse me,” he said, “does your i name happen to be Shields?" Barney scrutinized the stranger. ; “I’m from the office,” the i man added, mentioning a wellj known private detective agency. ! “Here on the Mitchell job. Is that j the apartment over there?” s s s AT the same time the man in gray disclosed credentials. ; Shields was satisfied. Th£y talked for a' few moments and then, with

a nod, the younger man walked away. A block and a half distant Shields entered a cigar store telephone booth and called the Mitchell residence. A man’s voice answered. “Mr. Mitchell is not here," he said. “He left about fifteen minutes ago.” “I see. This is Shields speaking. Do you know if he left any message for me?” “Did you say Mr. Shields? Yes, sir. Mr.'Mitchell said to tell you you could reaph him at Mrs. Parsons’ home.” Barney thanked the man and hung up. Ten minutes later he called Evelyn Parsons’ apartment. Mitchell came to the telephone. “That you, Shields?” he asked brusquely. “Did anything happen?” “Nothing Mr. Mitchell. Everything's been quiet.” “Did the fellow promised to send show up?” “Yes. I just left him.” “Then you'd better come here. I wan to talk to you.” Barney agreed and departed from the shop. He hailed a cab and rode to Evelyn’s apartment. Evelyn herself opened the door in answer to his ring. ‘Good morning, Mr. Shields! Oh, what a terrible night this has been—!” Mrs. Parsons’ tone was distressed, but for all that her cheeks were tinted as healthy and her morning robe was even more becoming than usual. Barney followed her into the living room. John Mitchell turned from the window. “No news of Jordan?” he demanded without prelude. “You didn't see anything at all?’’ “Nothing. Any word from Baltimore” Mitchell shook his head. “She’s not there. I talked with the woman who keeps the flat. She’s going to let me know if she hears anything. My God, I don’t know what the child could have been thinking of !” John Mitchell’s eyes were bloodshot. It was evident he, too, had spent a sleepless night. Suddenly he launched into bitter denunciation of Tod Jordan. “If he’s to blame for this.” he cried, “if he's harmed Celia I’ll see he gets the limit!” The man was actually shaking with rage. “I don’t trust Jordan,” Shields put in. “Trust him? The man's a notorious rogue. TO think how Celia could even have met such a scoundrel is beyond me. He ought to be in jail!” Barney Shields looked surprised. “But how—” he began, “why did you consent to let Celia marry him?” “Marry Jordan? Are you crazy?” j Barney turned toward Mrs. Parsons. “But you told me she was going to marry Jordan!” he declared. John Mitchell’s eyes blazed. “You—?” he cried, addressing the woman. “Evelyn—is this true?” (To Be Continued) ELEVATION TALKED Works Board Pledges Aid to Civic League. Promise was made by the works | board Friday to do as much as pos - | sible towards elevation of Belt i railway tracts in west and south- ; west Indianapolis, after a committee from the Enterprise Civic League asked such improvements. Dr. M. C. Leeth, chairman of the | league’s elevation committee, rep- ! resented the league before the board, j He asked elevations at the Harding and Morris street and Kentucky avenue crossings, declaring present | grade crossings are dangerous. E. Kirk McKinney, president of j the board, agreed that danger i exists under present conditions. EVICTED, KILLS HIMSELF l John Nelson Lived in Home 34 Years; Couldn’t See It Sold. Brz United Press CHICAGO. Nov. 15.—John Nelson, 71. lived at 8521 Mackinaw avenue for thirty-four years. He had to move Friday because ! the house is to be sold, but he re- | turned to the house Friday night ! and shot himself to death. ; A note, scribbled in Swedish, ex- ! plained that he couldn’t bear to ! see his old home sold. BURGLAR DINES ON C'AKE Woman Returns Home to Find She Has Had Unwelcome Guest. When Mrs. Laura Richardson. 912 i Pomeroy street, returned home Friday night and mised a singer cake, she investigated and found the i house had been ransacked by bur- : glers, she told police today. A coat and a suitcase also were gone, j Lee Watkins, 214 Gale street, said sl7 was taken from his home Friday night.

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