Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 65, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 July 1931 — Page 7

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Heart <f Liane

... BEGIN HERE TODAY WAKE BARRETT. d*uhter of CASS BARRETT, an actress, meets and falls In lova with VAN ROBARD. handsome pan of the world. Cass begs Llane not •® have anything to do with him. wlthwho shares wane's duties at the theater box office at willow stream. L. 1., professes to be love with a reporter, CHUCK DESMOND. Later she announces her enfagement to Robard and Llane tries to forget him. ,„wben her mother Is taken seriously ill on tour. Llane rushes to her. Cass rpovers, but In her delirium babbles mystery concerning the girls' Convalescing at MRS CLEESPAUGH’S magnificent home, where Llane has been *yt n ß. Cass ehafs at being under Obligation to her hostess. So when CLIVE CLEESPAUOH asks wane to marry him, a marriage In £ nl yi tile * lrl **rees. TRESA LORp, a house guest of the Cleespaughs, is rude to Llane and attempts to break off the engagement, wane Is threatened with blackmail and goes to EHANE McDERMID. a poilceBi*n who had once befriended her. Shane scare* off the blackmailers, but . E n s. *lrl *he has an enemy. At * ba Jl given for the CROWN PRINCE P”. SLAV ARIA. Llane disappears. She J* “.‘“ n Ped and taken to a lonely house on the shore. *?* urln * struggle with one of her captors, she falls, cutting her head. Clive and McDermld are all bu 2H£ff for her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN (Continued) “Well, we’ll just be goin' along .with you to make sure no harm comes to you the rest of the way,*’ Mid the big policeman blandly. The girl made an instinctive Eestur# of disssent before she said, too quickly, too cordially. “That’s Rwful kind of you, officer, but you heedn't bother. Besides my father *rill give me Hail. Columbia If he Sees that boat you’re in drive up. “Fact is,'* and here she laughed ingratiatingly, “we were having a party over at my cousin’s and he didn’t want me to go. if you fellers follow me home, he'll be sure to wake up.” Clive was frowning. The girl seemed all right. Why didn’t McHugh let her go and be done with It? Clive was frantic to be away, to be once again on the trail of the lost Llane. But McHugh was saying now in a voice of honey, “We’ll just go along with you then anyhow.” He gestured to Clive, "Leave the bus there,” he said. “It’ll be safe enough.” 0a a THE girl threw him an angry glance. “I’m telling you,” she laid, “I know this place as well as I do my own back yard. You're wasting your time.” McHugh barked, “Shut your trap |ind drive on. And mind you take Us where you were goin’ the first place or It’ll be the worse for you.” He shoved his gun, a blunt, darkly gleaming object, into view. Clive had by this time locked the car and climbing into the back seat of the girl’s rackety conveyance. Officer hwHugh rode in the front seat. Silently the ill-assorted trio rode. CHve, fuming and half out of his head with anxiety. The policeman dour and watchful. The girl sullenly biting her lips, looking straight ahead through her red-lidded eyes. It was pitch dark. Only the sound of the motor blurred the uncanny stillness of the night, as the valiant engine of the little car choked and sputtered on an occasional grade. Branches reached out like ghostly fingers. Once a chipmunk ran, bright-eyed and startled, into the radiance of their headlights. Suddenly a light glimmered ahead, was lost. The girl drove on steadily. McHugh barked, “Stop here!” The girl said surlily, “It’s a mile further.” “I said, ‘stop here,’” the policeman persisted. Grimly she obeyed him. “Now look you,” said McHugh, turning to the mystified young man ih-the back seat. “Have you a handkerchief about you—a big one?” .Clive produced one from his breast pocket. "Get out,” McHugh said to the girl. “And no funny business!” He took the silk handkerchief from Clfve’s fingers. "Here, tie her hands together behind her back,” he said calmly. Clive stammered, “Is that neceseajry?” "You don't know this crowd. I’d bind her eyes, but I want her to lead the way.” Fiercely the girl said, ‘You big plug-ugly ” McHugh held the gun closer to h£. "None of that, now,” he warned ber. “You’re in a bad spot and you better be good. No noise, no, nor

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1 signals, or I’ll fire sure!” He looked as though he meant what he said. Clive had turned out the headlights, leaving only the faint bulb on the dash glowing. “Better put' i that out, too,” the policeman advised. ' “Now march,” he told Mary Powjeski. “I’m right behind you, remember.'’ CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT THE fat woman seated herself in the other collapsing chair. ■ Liane watched her fearfully. She could hear the steps of the two men moving down the hall. There was a rumble as of voices arguing and a door closed. She put her hand up to her throat. Her pearls! They were still there. Odd they hadn’t been taken when she’ fainted. What, then, did these men want! of her? The fact that they hadn’t! taken the pearls seemed ominous.! They were not, then, ordinary i thieves. The string of precious beads gave ; iher an Idea. The house was very quiet now. The room was quiet except for the unpleasant breathing of the woman called Molly. Liane stared at her, noting the glitter of her porcine eyes. The girl touched the pearls again. Faintly she whispered, “These are worth thousands of dollars. I’ll give them to you if you’ll let me go.” The woman sat quite still as if she had not heard. Only her eyes glimmered with a faint, greedy ; light. Then she spoke again. “Pooh,” she said. “TTiousands of dollars, my eye!” “Yes, yes,” Liane answered eagerly. “They can be all yours, to sell, to do what you want with. Here!” She unclasped the fastening set with a sapphire. She held out the milky strand. “Here,” she said, fixing her eyes on the woman who sat immovable as an ugly Chinese idol. But the other only shook her head. “I dassen’t,” she said hoarsely. She looked furtively at the door. Liane sank back weakly, it was no use trying to tempt the woman. But there must be other ways. She looked about desperately. Two windows there were both closed and locked. The doorway with the fat woman guarding it. There must be a way! The girl feigned drowsiness. Slumped in her uncomfortable chair she pretended to nod. The room was warm, the air stale and heavy. The fat woman, after one or two intent glances at the relaxed form, also closed her eyes. Still and alert as any wild animal, Liane crouched in her chair. Presently the regular hum of the woman’s breathing resolved itself into snores. She was asleep! Liane waited a minute, two, five. Then with infinite caution, her head still throbbing, her pulse sounding noisy as an alarm clock, she began softly to creep. Four steps to the door. She had passed her captor! Her heart stood still. The woman stirred ever so faintly. Liane remained quiet as a statue. She waited another endless sixty seconds. Then she began again softly to crawl into the hall. A board creaked ominously under her weight. Tears of frustration rose to her burning eyes. But the fates were with her, and the fat woman snored on. # tt u THE house seemed utterly silent. Terror, icy and inescapable, gripped the girl's heart. She was still giddy from her fall. Fearfully she fixed her eyes on the dull face of the slumbering woman. Somewhere in the house a mouse began to gnaw at a partition. The sound struck through the quiet like thunder on a summer night. Liane shivered. But her intent gaze on the countenance of her guard could discover no change there. The woman slipped deeper down in her uncomfortable chair. | Inch by inch the girl began to | move again. A board creaked and ! her cold hand flew to her throat. Nothing now should keep her j from that door! Anything, Liane thought hysterically, was better j than this grim and horrible room, j She thought of her two captors. ! Where were they? Lurking just | outside, no doubt, waiting to snare i

j her as she ran from the trap they had laid. She refused to believe this. The j errand they had dispatched themselves upon must have been an Important one. They had thought her J 111 as well as frightened, and counted on the old woman to guard her 1 easily. With infinite caution Liane took another step. Never, never had she known what anguish there might be in simple motion. At last she reached the front door. There was an old-fashioned chain lock. With painstaking care she unlatched it and the door swung quietly on its hinges. She felt her heart pounding in her throat. Softly she swung the door to, felt her way in her stockinged feet, her one silver slipper in her hand, across the splintered porch. Salt air rose gratefully to her nostrils. The unmistakable breath of the south shore marshes was in the wind. Blindly in the dark she began to run. Where she was going she knew not. Anything was better than that terrible house and the people in it. Liane suspected some trick, some barricade. It seemed inconceivable that those men had left the place with only Molly to guard it. They had reckoned, perhaps, without her determination and courage. Her thin stockings were torn by brambles and barberry. Her hair was disarranged, her face scratched. There was no moon. The dark shawl of the woman called Molly covered the girl’s moon-pale face. She heard steps running toward her. A man’s steps. Deterndned ones. A voice said, “Who’s there?” Liane stumbled in her terror and mercifully fainted again. TV/C E ANTIME the little group back in the clearing pressed on. McHugh, burly in his uniform, Clive, elegant though disheveled in his Bond street evening clothes, and the girl who had been driving the cheap sedan. Clive was half frantic with anxiety by this time. He felt that they were following the wrong trail. It seemed lunacy to waste precious moments in questioning this dowdy young woman. They would, Clive felt sure, find the traditional surly father waiting behind the door, cVubtless with a shotgun. If he had not been so grimly anxious, he might have smiled at the fantastic thought. But he had put himself in the policeman’s hands. For the moment there was nothing else to do but pursue this faintest of clews. They stumbled on, the girl ahead, Clive amd McHugh bringing up a close rear. The officer held his gun cocked and ready. The path wound through scrub oak and underbrush, beneath scarred and leafless trees. It was a mad night. This final madness was only part of the pattern. Clive’s mind revolved frantically, like an animal stalking about in a cage. Where was Liane? And how could this girl with the red-rimmed eyes possibly* have anything to do with his fiancee’s disappearance? "Softly, now,” McHugh warned, as they rounded a jog in the path. A big, bare house loomed into view. Behind drawn shades, here and there, a few lights gleamed. “You hold her here,” the policeman directed. He began to hand Clive his gun. Quicker than a flash the girl flung herself at them both. The gun barked once, a curious muffled sound. McHugh flung an ugly oath at the girl, whose arm -he now had pinioned. She moaned, “It got me, you ground. The two men bent low. “Aw, it’s only her arm,” grunted the policeman.

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