Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 164, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 November 1930 — Page 13

NOV. 18, 1930.

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT JOHN MITCHELL leaned both elbows on his desk and frowned at the leather desk pad. It was 7 o’clock and he was sitting in the living room of his home. The man's face was shocking. For the last three days and nights MRchell had had little sleep. Dark circles beneath his eyes told of long, restless vigils. There were deep lines in his forehead and his cheeks were pallid. Mitchell fumbled with a pencil. He did not even know that he was holding it. For the thousandth time the man tried to think and, as always, he came sharply up against the same stone wall. He was a failure. He always had been a failure. Celia, his daughter, had left him, just as years before Margaret, his wife, had gone. ■'Oil, God!” Mitchell groaned aloud. He threw one arm across the desk and closed his eyes. Where was Margaret now? Why could she not understand his tremendous need of her? It was Margaret's need as well as his own, really. Celia was her daughter, too. Couldn't the woman know she was deserting them both? A vision of Margaret, freshcheeked and girlish, came before him. He saw her with lips parted, her brown eyes glowing with a smile that was both gay and evasive. Margaret! The young face was crowned with dark hair arranged in a pompadour. Her gown was blue, the same shade Celia wore occasionally. Margaret had looked like that—oh. so long ago! Mitchell sat up sharply. What Was the use of this nonsense? He turned as he heard a- knock at the door. Edward, the butler, appeared in response to the call •■Come.” ‘‘Dinner is ssrved, sir, Edward announced. “Has Mr. Shields come in?” “Not yet, sir.” “Then I II wait until he comes.” Again Mitchell bent over his desk and brooded over events of the past week. It was the same story. At every climax of his life he had taken the wrong turn. It was his fault Celia had disappeared. He was willing, at this late date, to admit it was his fault that Margaret had gone. He saw himself for what he was—a man grown prematurely old, a slave to the legal clients whose court battles had crowded practically every other interest from his life. They had homes, wives and families, those clients who profited by Tis skill. What had he, John Mitchell? a a a THE man cursed beneath his breath. Then he rose and went to a small cabinet. He withdrew a decanter, filled a glass, and drank it. How blind he had been to trust Celia to Evelyn Parsons! Evelyn was shrewd. She had accepted John Mitchell for the fool he now knew himself to be. Oh. wildest folly! Three days and nights had opened the mans eyes to Evelyn's hypocrisy. He struggled with the problem again. There were gaps in the story, happenings which he was unable to piece together or to interpret. Moreover, Evelyn, thwarted, was still an active enemy. Mitchell paced the length of the room. He crossed the floor, turned and stopped at the sound of tapping on the door. “Who is it?” he called. “It’s I, Mr. Mitchell—Shields.” “Come in!” Barney entered the room. Mitchell sought the young man’s face eagerly, but found no cause for reassurance. "They've lost Jordan!” Barney blurted out. “What?” Barney nodded. “I’ve just come from ’s,” he said, mentioning the detective headquarters. “The fellow who's been shadowing Jordan came in half an hour ago and admitted he’d lost him.” A violent oath burst from Mitchell’s lips. Shields joined sympathetically in the discussion which followed. The father was mpved to put the whole matter before the police authorities. “Maybe that’s the thing to do,” Shields, said cautiously, “but unless we get something more to work on I don’t see how it will help. If I could only guess what was in Celia's mind —!” “We won’t know that until we find her. Good God, Shields, I tell you I can’t stand this any longer!”

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They talked for several minutes and then Edward arrived a second time to announce that dinner was prepared. For two days Barney Shields had been making the Mitchell residence his home. Not once in that time had Mitchell gone to his office. He seemed to cling to the young man as the one-support In his sorrow. Together they had interviewed detectives, reconstructed again and again events preceding Celia’s disappearance and sought to untangle the mystery. Dinner conversation centered on the only subject which interested either of the two men. Practically nothing new in the search had been reported. Again Shields broached the subject of Celia’s motive for leaving Mrs. Parsons’ home. “I wish I knew how much 6he really cares for Jordan! Somehow I can’t get over the feeling that she went away to marry him. You know what the doorman said ” “But the maid denied there was a man there. Besides, Shields, I told you Celia said you were the man she cared for.” “I can’t believe it!” “Well, it’s true. No—it’s some deviltry of Evelyn Parsons' that drove the girl off. That’s what did it. Oh, if there were only some way of dealing with that woman!” John Mitchell’s eyes snapped as he spoke. The butler removed the plates and brought dessert. The two at the table were silent for some time and Shields addressed his companion. “There one thing I’ve been thinking about,” he said slowly. “Mr. Mitchell, don’t-you think If Celia’s mother were here she could held us?” “I wish I knew any way to get her here.” “You don’t mean that she won’t come? Oh, I know she wouldn’t refuse !” “I don’t know where she Is either. I’ve had detectives searching for ten days.” “Then maybe they’re together!” n n MITCHELL shook his head. “I don’t think it’s possible,” he said. “Celia didn’t know where her mother was. It was a great grief to the girl. “To what extent it may have influenced her in going away I don’t know. Margaret’s disappearance is just as mysterious as Celia’s.” They were considering this phase of the problem when Edward entered the dining room. “There’s a gentleman in the hall, Mr. Mitchell, who asked to see you.” “Do you know his name?” Edward handed Mitchell a card bearing the narrm of a representative of the detective bureau. “Show him into the drawing room. Tell him I’ll be there immediately.” As the butler turned to go Mitchell pushed back his chair and rose. “Come along,” he said to the young man, “it’s McNeil. He must have learned something.” McNeil was the stockily built detective who had relieved Barney Shields from his all-night watch of Jordan’s apartment. He was standing before the fireplace with his back toward the door when Mitchell and Shields stepped into the drawing room. At the sound he turned. “Good evening, Mr. Mitchell. Good evening, Shields. I’ve just picked up a little information I thought would interest you.” “What is it?” Mitchell demanded. “Mind if I sit down? Thanks.” McNeil settled himself comfortably and looked up at his host who was still standing. “You know Morrison was trailing Jordan this afternoon and lost him, but we’ll soon find him again. “Yes, sir! I picked up information an hour ago that Jordan has booked passage for Havana and is sailing tonight.” “Sailing tonight!” McNeil nodded, pleased with himself. “At 10 o’clock,” he said. “I’m having the boat watched and as soon as he goes on board we’ll know it. “Once the ship puts to sea you can rest assured that young man wont be mixing in any place where he’s not wanted. I guess probably he’s got wind of the fact that he’s been watched and decided to blow. “You’re positive he’s sailing tonight?” “No—not really positive. Only why did he book passage this morning if he didn’t intend to make the

trip? We keep close watch of ship arrivals and departures in this business, you know. “I got wind that Jordan had paid for his passage and found out he did it some time before noon. Thought you’d be pleased to hear about It? mum MITCHELL turned toward Barney Shields. “What do you think it means?” he asked. Shields shook his head. “Hard to tell,” he said. “Os course it’s possible he’s worried and wants to play safe, but I don’t know seems doubtful. We’d have more of an idea if we knew where Jordan was this afternoon.” McNeil glanced at a wrist watch. “It’s nearly S o’clock,” he said. “Within two hours we’ll know whether Jordan has walked up that gangplank. Personally, I think your troubles are over so far as that bum is concerned.” John Mitchell had halted and was staring at the detective. A strange look had come over the man’s face. “Did you—see the full passenger list?” he asked. McNeil nodded his head emphatically. “I know what you’re thinking!” he said. “I read the full list. There’s no girl by the name of Mitchell among those sailing.” • Mitchell wiped his forehead. “You’re sure of that?” “No such name listed!” McNeil said stubbornly. “Well—l’ll be getting along now. I’m off duty. We’ll have this thing cleared up for you in a day or two, Mr. Mitchell.” McNeil was shown out and the butler arrived with coffee. Shields declined the beverage, but Mitchell was drinking his third cup when a telephone rang loudly. “I’ll answer!” Barney said, springing up. He stepped into the hallway and picked .up the instrument. A feminine voice greeted his ear. “Is this Mr. Mitchell?” the voice demanded, “Celia Mitchell’s father?” “No, but I’ll call him,” Barney turned. The older man was beside him. “It’s for you,” Barney said, handing over the telephone. The voice at the other end of the wire was excited and high pitched. Shields, standing near Mitchell, could hear every word. “This is Lisi Duncan,” the voice said. “Mr. Mitchell, I wanted to tell you that Celia’s gone.” “What do you mean?” “I mean she’s gone!’ the voice insisted hotly. “She’s been staying here with me, but this afternoon she went for a drive with Tod Jordan and they haven’t come back. I’ve been so worried. I’m afraid something’s happened!” (To Be Continued) FOSSIL BONES FOUND Remains Believed Those of Huge . Vegetable-Eating Dinosaur. By "SEA Service, SALEM, W. Va., Nov. 18.—Fossil bones of a prehistoric animal that may be a dinosaur have been discovered in rock strata buried 100 feet below the top of a hill near here, by Prof. Ernest R. Sutton of Salem college. Professor Sutton states that they have the appearance of being the bones of a stegosaur, but that to establish the identity beyond doubt he is sending two well-preserved vertebrae to the United States national museum in Washington. Stegosaurs were enormous vegetarian dinosaurs with bony plates as big as sidewalks slabs standing up edgewise in a double row along their humped backs. They had two pairs of long spikes on their thick tails, presumably as offensive armament. HONOR DARWIIfMEMORY Science Group Seeks Friends to Maintain Home as Shrine. By Science Servic-3 LONDON, Njv 18.—For the proper maintenance of Darwin’s old home, Down house, as a national memorial, a.id for the extension of its genera) research program, the British Association for the Advancement of Science is seeking to raise $194,000 prior to its centenary celebration in September, 1931. Darwin's home in Kent was given to the association by W. E. Buckston Browne, who restored the study and living rooms to resemble as nearly as possible their appearance when the famous scientist used them. Part of the funds necessary for the upkeep of the memorial were included in the gift, but for the adequate maintenance of Down house, additional funds will be needed. Lift Siege in Peru By United Press LIMA', Peru, Nov. 18.—The state of siege proclaimed during recent rioting of Indian miners in the Cerro De Pasco region was lifted by the government early today. Two Americans and one I Hungarian were killed in the rioting, and several foreigners were injured.

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