Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 63, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 July 1931 — Page 12

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Heart °f Liane

BEGIN here today lx t V l, 18 * n<J beautiful, van Robard. h*ndjome man of the world. CABS BARr.. 1 7/„ LUne 8 mother, bcs n her not to ** nun any more. At Willow Stream, I*‘ t* Cn.%% 1 playing summer MURIEL LADD, de*ald to he In love with CHUCK DESMOND, reporter, but, &rNWw° U ,K and , wtth other men. ELSIE l t* J n S, ei l u '’' tßlls LUne there is gossip about Robard and Mrs. Ladd. T ,( l ur ln the fall, leaving id dki. rlch MR3 - cleespaugh. in P * l l ad ? lphhl Cm * Is taken seriously KiKvS?.* 1 . L l ane J tushes to her. Cass n * ier wHrlum of soma mystery the girl’s birth. y y ane t.urns to the Cleespaugh house rc ?7 a, ' , sce. OLIVE to marry him and. wishing 10 & her mother, the girl accepts. yrTw E ? B . A 1X51115 ar ‘<l FANNY ABERJ^^'hr 1 V^ n -rr COme t 0 * tß y t the CleesShi n< ! T £ eMa ls hateful to Llano &5J25 Cllw •ntf L^ne thC en * age ™ nt ~?d? clc ? l t lle I s approach Llane at a "‘?ht club, demanding SIO.OOO At her 3 en u' she goes ro bhane McDERU.P’ £° I,ee officer Who once befriended i„l' He puts an en<l to the blackmailNOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (Continued) Liane by this time was beginning to find -his highness just a shade too notional, but she hardly knew how to extricate herself from the situation. “I’ll-wait,” she agreed.' The prince hurried off. He was not gone more than three minutes 8t the most. When he returned the staircase was empty. . The little gilt chair had been overturned. One of the gardenias which .the girl had worn on her shoulder Jay crumpled, a shred of flesh colored chiffon clinging to it. At the very foot of the stairs lay the most tell-tale clew of all—a tiny ■lsilver slipper. >: The prince hurried to the Clecsbox. f. “Mademoiselle—” he gasped, his Byes searching the group. “She has ■gone! Os a surety violence has jieen done! 0 . Olive said, “What’s that?” sharply, angrily. S His highness, Hugo of Slavaria, gesticulated wildly. “Os a certainly, as I said, Mademoiselle has • vanished! Only her slipper remains where I left her at the foot of the i b fairs.” fa a a CLIVE swore once, roundly and fiercely, and began to run. In ;his train followed quickly the prince. Chuck Desmond and half a dozen other young men. Tressa, who had been sitting at ..Mrs. Cleespaugh’s side, tried to soothe that agitated lady. * “It’s nothing.” she said in her tool, amused tone. “No doubt she’s .flirting with someone on the ter.Tace. These men get excited over nothing at all.” Mrs. Cleespaugh bridled angrily. “I fear you are not thinking what you say, Tressa,” she admonished. Tressa bit her lip. “Sorry, I was Just trying to cheer you,” she said lightly. “Clive will find her. Don't worry.” v Little groups began to gather at the end of the ballroom. The orchestra leader lifted an authoritative baton and a great crashing of Jazz ensued. Most of the dancers, thus assured, joined in the fox trot. ' Meantime Clive, after a frantic questioning of a sleepy footman or two, elicited the information that an unrecognized car had left the ranks a few moments before driving (the man thought) west. He was not positive of the direction. “And It’s a dry, clear night. Not a chance of ruts or tracks,” ■muttered Clive. The prince’s car was being brought around. • With two men on the box. it was frn imposing vehicle of slate gray and chromium plate. His Highness iprang within, beckoning Chuck jDesmond to follow. J “You chaps go along,” Clive ■said. “I’m driving my own car.” jle felt he could not bear to be i shut up with this stupid young plan who had left Liane alone and unguarded at the mercy of the •unseen enemy. ; Clive sprang into his own car and wheeled it around. Picking up ‘speed it soon passed the big motor with the London license plate. • “Though where I'm going exactly T don’t know.” the young man admitted to himself, setting his jaws .ominously. “Only—well, there may be a few necks broken tonight in ’this business!” At the first gas station he drew Up with an unholy screech of brakes. “See anything of a dark sedan with Jersey plates?" he wanted to know. The club attend-

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j ant noted that much about the ghost car. The man in jeans shook his head tlowly. “Been inside.” he returned. “’S late. I was catching a nap. You in trouble?” Chuck said shortly. “WeYe after some fellows. Heard they went this way.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX AFTER Hugo, Crown Prince of Clavaria, had left her, Liane stood quite still for a moment. The music from the ballroom came to her in little muted gasps. She thought, “I ought to run back to the box and see Clive for a moment. He’ll wonder where I’ve vanished.” She wondered,, how the Prince would find her wrrp. She had not told him what it was like. With one .foot on the bottom stair she stood irresolute. As she turned a quiet, commanding voice said, Don’t move, girl. We’ve got you covered.” Lightning-like, she wheeled in time to get a dim flash of two grim men in evening clothes. One was armed. This she saw before the biack silk scarf was slipped over her eyes. “drab her, Len.” one of the men said gruffly, a hand clamped ltself over her mouth. Strong, unkindly arms lifted her. She felt the night air on her face. She kicked violently. One silver pump fell off, unnoted. Struggling fl’ Was lifted U P- Ah, a car seat. Th e smell of Russian leather, of cigarets. The thrum of an exS?i a HfJ n0 S o f* Those lron hands i clamped her wrists. /V ace was Utterly veiled in hat Mask silk. She heard the enI 1 "® fi lde ,] nto second, into high. ; Smoothly the car glided over the ; ruts of the entrance—yes, that was j a remembered bump! She knew they were skimming along the turnpike. But whether the road led east or west she could not say. The man on the seat beside her released her hands. He said with nonic politeness, “Do you no good to scream now, miss. Better be quiet and make no trouble.. Liane bit her lips to keep from weeping, “if it’s my pearls you 1 want,” she said tremulously, “you ' may as well have them now and j let me go. I’ve nothing else of value.” The man's laugh grated. “We’ll have them, too. But later.” “Where are you taking me?” the girl asked in terror. “What can you possibly want? You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I have no money to give you.” "We know you right enough. Names Barrett, ain’t it?” She nodded and felt fresh terror at this disclosure. “Shut your trap now and don't bother me,” the man said with engaging frankness. “You can have your say after a while.” a a a r | ''HEY rode thereafter in silence, A broken only by the grunt of the man in the front seat. “Right here?” Liane heard the man beside her ask as the car slowed. A grunt from the front seat was the reply. The car seemed to turn. For a few minutes they traveled under branches bending so low Liane could feel them scrape the tonneau. Then the car bumped over a deeply rutted lane and came to a standstill. “Out here,” commanded the surly voice. Liane felt herself lifted, carried. No use, she thought, to cry out now. She was in the hands of the enemy. *. The man carrying her went up three steps that creaked under him. A door swung on protesting hinges and the fetid air of an overheated, underventilated room assailed Liane’s nostrils. Clumsy fingers fumbled at the tight knot of the black silk scarf which bound her eyes. Tire girl gasped with relief as the fastenings gave way. She was shivering all over now. Even the hot air of that fusty room did not serve to warm her. Her teeth chattered as with ague as she glanced around. It was a boxlike room in a cheap house. Two mission chairs with collapsing springs stood in front of a gas grate. A bright green carpet

I of furious pattern adorned the floor. Everything was very dirty—windows, limp curtains, the floor itself. All this Liane took in in the split second before the man spoke. “Sit down,” he growled at her. Because her knees no longer would obey her, the girl did as her captor commanded. An incongruous figure she was in that sordid place, with her frills, her bare shoulders. She stared at the man who had carried her. The other one could be heard in the hall outside, shouting orders at some unseen henchmen. The man returning Liane’s stare was iron gray, loosely built. His mouth was a thin, cruel line. Hands in pockets, he lounged against the lintel, regarding the girl with a bitter, sardonic gaze. “You’re the smart kid who bopped Qinny Weisman over the head down at the gold coast movies,” he accused Liane. The girl's heart gave a wild leap. Did this explain the strange adventure in which she now found herself? Were these men friends of that captured bandit who had tried to hold up the box office at the Willow Stream theater? But the man's next words belied this. ‘Don’t get me wrong,” he leered. “Ginny’s no pal of mine. I just remembered seein’ your picture in the paper at that time.” “You talk too, much,” growled a voice from the doorway. Liane glanced up to see the first man’s partner glaring at them. “Get out,” growled the newcomer. “Always falling for anew skirt. Shut your gab and beat it.” The man with the iron gray hair sidled out, muttering. “Now, look here, girl,” began the newcomer in an oily tone more distasteful to Liane than his growl had been. “You keep quiet and you won’t get hurt, but if I hear you starting any funny business—well, don’t, that’s all!” “If you’d only tell me what it's all about,” Liane began desperately. a a a 'T'HE man grinned horribly, withA out mirth. “You’ll find out what it’s all about,” he grunted. Taking up his station in the other broken-down leather chair he drew a pipe from the pocket of his coat and began leisurely to stuff it. Liane noted that his evening clothes were of good quality, his linen spotless. Doubtless he had managed to slide by as one of the guests of the club. She began to shiver. All the wild stories she ever had heard of kidnapings flashed through her mind. “Girl found murdered in lonely house on shore road.” “Posse still searching for woman, missing since Tuesday.” She thought of such grim headlines and moaned. What was Clive thinking? What was he doing? Would any of the club attendants have noticed the number of the fleeing car? Would they have followed it, noted which way it went? Liane beat her hands together softly. She looked across at the calmly smoking jailer and said again, “Please let me go. This can’t do you any good, you know. Mr. Cleespaugh will have searching parties out.” The man smiled evilly. “Maybe we hadn’t thought of that, hey?” He stamped out his pipe on the bilious yellow tile of the fireplace. He stood up, stretching himself like a big cat. His eyes were cat’s eyes, emerald and baleful in the half light of the ugly room. (To Be Continued)

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