Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 64, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 July 1931 — Page 10

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._ BEGIN HERE TODAY LIANE BARRETT. 18 and lovelv, falls In love at first slKht with VAN ROBARD. Handsome man of the world. Liane* tnother CASS, warns her not to nave anything to do with him At Willow Stream. L. 1., where Cass Is plavlng summer stock. Liane meets MURIEL LADD, debutante, said to be in love with a reporter. CHUCK DESMOND. ELSIE MINTER tells Liane there Is gossip about Robard and Muriels mother. When Cass Is taken 111 on tour. Liane rushes to her. Cass babbles In her delirium of some mvsterv concerning the girl's birth. The rich MRS. CLEESPAUGH Invites Cass to return to her house to convalesce. CLIVE CLEESPAUOH asks Liane to marrv him and. piqued bv the announcement of Van's engagement to Muriel, she accepts. TREBSA LORD, a house guest at the Cleesnaughs. Is rude to Liane. When the engagement of I.lane and Clive is announced Tressa begins to plot against her with the editor of a blackmail sheet. Liane goes to SHANE McDKRMID police officer who once befriended her. and he settles the blackmailers. Shane warns Liane she has an ojicmv. At a ball given for the PRINCE OP SLAVARIA Liane disappears. Chuck Desmond. Clive and the prince go oil In sennrate cars hunting for her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (Continued) Then he came toward the girl with a rolling gait, incongruous with those gentlemen’s clothes of his. Instinctively she shrank from him. He was so big, so formidable. But she kept her shoulders up, stared him in the eye without quailing. She set her teeth to keep from screaming. “Pretty little piece, you are,” he purred at her. His big hand reached •ut to touch her bare shoulder. Liane sprang back. Like lightning was her movement as she darted out of the big chair and away from the nan’s grasping fingers. But one foot was unshod and the other, m its high-heeled silver slipper, stumbled. She would have fallen if the man’s hateful arm had not reached out to steady her. “Better be good,’’ he warned. He thrust her back into the collapsing chair. His talon-like fingers reached for her supple young loveliness again. “Keep away from me,” Liane moaned faintly. And all at once everything went black before her. She felt herself falling a a a WHEN Liane opened her eyes, the man was bending over her. She felt cold water, icy water, trickling down her neck. She put up her hand to her head. Her fingers came away red. “Blood,” she moaned faintly. “You fool,” the Iron gray man was saying. From her place on the floor Liane could see him dimly. He was in the doorway looking fiercely at the man with the cat’s eyes. "You fool, you!” he repeated. “Makin’ passes at her and scarin’ her to death so that she passes out and bumps her head on the corner of the table.” He went into the hall and called in a raucous voice, “Molly!” A fat woman in a dirty apron came. She had a red face with creases in it and her hair was done in a pancake on the top of her head. “Molly, get me some clean rags and a pan of water.” said the man .with the iron gray hair. Liane lay there, still half dazed, hating the fetid floor, the smell of blood and the icy water on her face and shoulders. “I thought she was a goner,” the man nearest her admitted. “I thought she had passed in her checks.” “You’re a fool,” said the iron gray man. The woman called Molly came waddling back with some torn strips of white cloth and an earthenware bowl. She said not a word, but watched the man as he lifted Liane to one of the sagging chairs. “Leave me alone,” the girl said bitterly. “You’ve done enough.” She shrank from his fingers. The man said roughly: “Hold still, you. I’ll fix this cut.” The woman stood by regarding the tableau curiously out of her beady eyes. Once she put out a soiled hand and touched Liane’s petal soft dress. “Pretty,” she said wnnderingly. Liane looked at her with something like hope. The woman seemed stupid, but not unkind. But presently she waddled away again, leaving Liane alone with the two men and the girl’s heart sank. She began to feel desperately sick. Her head was giddy and a hot pain burned in one temple. Her teeth began to chatter as if with ague. “Get her a shawl,” commanded

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; the Iron gray man. The man with ! the cat’s eyes went out, grum- | bling. Liane closed her eyes. The room whirled around her. Now the second man was fol- ; lowing the first from the room. “We’re not supposed to hurt her | —yet,” she heard him say. She ! tried desperately to control her I shuddering, but failed. She was grateful even for the comfort of the hateful prickling robe some one presently threw over her shoulders. She heard the woman’s cackling voice and the iron gray man’s rumbled command, “Watch her a minute. I’ve got to go to the garage.” He returned to Liane, shook her by the shoulder. “Mind now, no funny business!” he warned her. “Molly here has a gun. The place is watched. You stay where you are if you know what’s good for you.” Liane nodded. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN S* LIVE cursed himself for a witless fool to have lost even forty seconds in fruitless conversation. “And I may be going the wrong way,” he groaned. He swerved in before two green lamps marking the police booth at the crossroads. “Girl kidnaped from the Hunt Club,” he said briefly to the uniformed man who stuck his head out of the box. “We were told the car headed back toward town.” Clive’s face was white, grim. “I’ll go along with you, Mr. Cleespaugh,” the policeman said respectfully. He spoke a few succinct words into a mouthpiece before locking the booth. “This may be a hell of a wild goose chase,” Clive offered, keeping his foot on the accelerator until the dial hand spun to 70, “but it’s the only way we know. There may be a clew.” In the mirror he could see the lights of the big car behind. Grimly he kept that patent shod foot on the gas speed. There was a sort of relief in driving furiously. Fool, idiot, dolt! He cursed himseslf roundly and silently as he drove. To think he had permitted the child to get out of his sight for a single moment, especially after that anonymous letter he had received a few days before. “Watch out,” the letter had said. “The Powers don’t want this marriage to go through. Be warned." It had been signed “Well Wisher” and Clive had laughed it off as the work of some harmless crank. Well, he knew better now. God, to think of Liane in the hands of gangsters! “That’s a police car up ahead, Mr. Cleespaugh,” the man beside him said after a minute. “Better draw up.” Two youngsters in uniform, sixfooters both, thrust their heads out of the Ford and one asked, “Where the hell d’you think you’re going?” Officer McHugh leaned out into the glare shed by the dashlights. “You kids get along there and let the law take its course,” he advised pleasantly. “Mr. Cleespaugh and I are on the trail of a Jersey sedan. Seen one this way?” “The woods are full of ’em.” one of the young policemen said. Then, “Say—l did notice those fellers in one that passed a few minutes ago. The driver was all dressed up, but had a cap on. I said to myself that was kinda funny ” Clive said, “Did you notice if there was any one in the back seat?” “The shade was down. I didn’t think much o’ that because some of these birds don’t like the lights on the mirror.” “You’re not bad, Delehanty,” said Officer McHugh with an air of kindly patronage. “I’ll be speakin’ to the chief about ye.” The words floated back, for Clive was already on his way. a a a WHERE was Liane at this moment? Were the beasts i frightening her? Was she in the hands of some madmen? Clive shuddered. He said aloud, “if they lay hands on her, by the Lord, I’ll !” His hands tightened at the wheel. The older man glanced at him curiously. “Take it easy, boy,” he advised kindly. “If it’s for ransom they took the girl, don’t fret. They’ll not mishandle her. They’ll be wanting

your money. They’ll return her safe and sound. “I make no doubt there’s a letter at the house waiting, askin’ you will you leave the packet at so-and-so’s corner.” “If it’s only money they do want!” Clive groaned. Officer McHugh said pacifically. “I’d be slowin’ down a bit now. We’re coming into the village and I don’t know are the lights at Main street workin’ this time of night or not.” Clive slowed obediently. A sub- ; urban sedan with a young woman i at the whel rattled across the j intersection, the driver throwing j an annoyed glance at the car. whose brakes had screeched so unmercifully. “Late hours for a woman to be out alone,” observed McHugh. Then he clicked his teeth together. “Seen that woman somewhere,” he ruminated. He said to Clive, “It’s a hunch! Follow that car.” Clive, certain that the man had lost his wits, but unwilling to lose sight of any clew, however faint, vered about and began to take up the trail of the little dash light, winking up the road ahead of them. “She belongs in a gang down by the shore,” McHugh said rapidly. “They’ve a queer place with a shady name to it. Some strange goings on. I hear they’ve connections in the city. We’ll just be asking her where she’s going.” The liJtle car ahead had begun to gather speed now that Clive’s powerful engine had picked up the trail. ‘Maybe she’s only a nice girl, getting home late and frightened,” Clive thought. He raged at McHugh In his heart. a a a ''■pHE girl’s car dodged into a side I road. “Hard going there,” the ! policeman said. “Can you make | it? She’s got a lizzie. It’s used to I those bogs.” “I can make it,” Clive said, tight- ! ening his lips. Suddenly the tail light of the car ahead became stationary. Clive, realizing she had stopped, bumped up alongside. A white, thin-lipped girl looked out at them. “Who are you fellows?” the girl demanded, “And what do you want?” The policeman continued to stare her down. The girl said again, “What do’ you want?” in a thin, disagreeable voice. Clive thought in the split second before McHugh answered her, “We’re wasting time. Fools!” McHugh opened the door, climbed out. He ambled casually over to the cheap little car drawn up there in the glade. He drawled, “Just wonderin’ where you’re goin’ this time of night.” The girl said impatiently, “I’ve been visiting my cousin over at Rockville Center. I’m just getting home. You cops” Her whining tone sounded innocent enough. But the policeman seemed far from satisfied. “Cousins, eh? This is a fine time to be makin’ calls.” He ran the beam of his flashlight casually over the back of the car. He opened the rear door and peered in. There was the usual dusty carpet, the old newspaper, the scuffed metalwork. All seemed disarmingly as it should be. But McHugh did not, as Clive had hoped, signal the girl at once to go on. He said in the policeman’s authoritative voice, “Give me your name and address.” The girl whined: “Mary Powjeski.” “Live in the Hollow, don’t you?” snapped Officer McHugh. She nodded sullently. (To Be Continued)

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