Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 136, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1931 — Page 24

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r>M wr?L EC , ,N HrRE TOOAT 11 MRB ; JUPITER. Wife of the mil- • S D^i r# “ ut °mobil<; manufacturer, give* • n ensaeement dinner and dance for her vSyW and Droteee. MARY HARK*ho la to marrv DIRK RUYTHER. son of a blue-blooded family. Marv recelvei a teleDhone call from Cl . s c D*trc brother. EDDIE, savins hi,, 1 * troubl * ud must see her. The TP u *h •.‘rtetlv guarded against "gateflj* .£ r * because Mr. Jupiter Is wearing the famous Jupiter -rubies. “ranges for Eddie to be ad- . secretly. When she goes upstairs to meet htmr-she finds Mrs. Jupljer robbed and murdered in her room. Running to find her fiance, she finds gyn in the garden with CORNELIA TAhis childhood sweetheart. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORT CHAPTER THREE MARY was too surprised to move for an Instant, What could be the matter with Cornelia, that she should behave Ike that? Dirk growled. “Don’t make a damn fool of yourself, Con. And keep your voice down, will you? Do you want everybody to hear?” “I don't care!” Cornelia subsided into childish sniffling. Just then she looked up and saw Mary watching them. Mary thought she had never seen any one look so silly in her life. Cornelia hadn’t expected interruption, that was sure, from the dumbfounded look on her face. At Mary's call, Dirk wheeled about so abruptly that the clinging girl toppled and almost fell. “Come quick, Dirk! Something terrible has happened!” Without a backward look, Dirk came running and took the steps to her side in a single bound. “What’s wrong? You look scared to death, honey," he asked, wrorriedly. The terror in her eyes stabbed him with concern. His arm went about her protectingly. They drew away, out of Cornelia’s hearing and lowered their voices somewhat. Mary poured out her story in an excited jumble, almost crying with the joy of relief. “Do you think it’s anything to do with Eddie?” she asked anxiously. "Listen,” said Dirk, “who is this , Fiddle you’re talking about? You don’t mean the kid brother?” Mary said yes, of course. “But what has he to do with it?” “I don’t know-nothing, I suppose. But he may have been in the house—he was in trouble—” Dirk laughed and patted her shoulder. In spite of herself, Mary felt reassured. Dirk seemed to wipe the whole nightmare away. "That kid? Why, you’re all mixed np. This is something else. That kid wouldn’t hurt a fly!” He pressed her hand comfortingly and they started for the house. Dirk called sharply, “Coming, Connie?” Cornelia, still standing where he had left her, moved forward convulsively at his command. They had reached the loggia, when Teddy Doulton lumbered toward them out of the darkness, teursing earnestly, and seized upon them as an audience for his griefs. “Damned idiot!” he exclaimed fervently, rubbing his drooping shoulder. “Ran into me down in the bushes and knocked the breath out of me. And not a word to excuse it—not a word!” They did not listen. “Have you seen Mr. Jupiter?” Mary paused to ask. “Have I seen him? No. Ask me Sf I’ve seen Jack Dempsey. Yes! Who was the fool, anyhow? Whaddaya ask such people for?” “Who?” They could not wait for his answer. It was all meaningless chatter anyway—he was drunk enough to have collided with the Side of the house. “That fool I just met. Listen!” he called, plaintively, after them. “You know what—” “Keep still about Eddie,” Dirk said to Mary in a low voice as they entered the house, “till we see what’s what. No use mixing him up in it unless we have to. He might have a bad time.” n st it THE ballroom was deserted now, except for the musicians, who were packing up their instruments. The subdued babble from the dining room indicated that supper was still going on. In other parts of the house, however, activity was intense. Two men in uniform pounded up the staircase in the wake of the butler, creaking with leather and breathing as if they had run. Police, in the sacred precincts of the Jupiter mansion! One of them turned and called to a third who

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remained behind, “Don’t let anybody leave the house!” Dirk squeezd Mary’s hand reassuringly. “They’ll find whoever did It. Those boys work fast. Don’t worry. It will be all right.” Mary had cause to be grateful for | the steadiness that came to her magically at Dirk's touch, for there were bad moments ahead of her in which she needed all the composure she could muster. It was all at once a topsy-turvy world. The Jupiter mansion no i longer belonged to its owner, in effect, but to Inspector Kane, and the men who came with him from county police headquarters. The cream of Southampton’s younger set found themselves herded into the ballroom for questioning along with a frightened huddle of servants. It was hours before the questioning, the running up and downstairs, the choking breath of flashlight powder, the hurrying to and fro, ceased. The murderer, it seemed, had got clear away. Search of the grounds had failed to show any evidence of his coming or going; both of his exits were unaccounted for. This much they gleaned from what they could overhear. Whoever the intruder was, he had done a clean-cut job of it. As the checking of evidence went on, it began to appear that no one except Mary had direct evidence of any sort. And that was pitiably little and of no practical use. “I can’t,” Mary was forced to admit, in reply to Inspector Kane’s earnest urging to recall the man’s voice she had heard in the murdered woman’s room. “It wasn’t a voice exactly—it was just a growl, a—ah, I can’t explain it. “It was just a sound any one might have made in his throat if he were angry. You’d say if you heard it that he was mad enough to kill.” “It didn’t remind you of any voice you’d ever heard before?” “Why, no!” She was obviously startled. n u tt THE inspector frowned thoughtfully. “What I am getting at,” he w’as j kind enough to explain to them both, in a lowered tone, “is the pos- I sibility of an inside job. The but- | ler—you you trust him?” “Absolutely!” It v'as a relief to be on safe ground. The inspector sighed. “Well, I do, too. I think he’s on the level when he says he kept everybody out that hadn’t been invited. He had a real argument w’ith one man, he says—nearly threw him out. “But, Lord, there are a dozen loopholes. Nobody checked on the cars that came and went, and there were plenty of windows open. Those doors over there,” he indicated the French doors opening on to the loggia, “Were open when I came in. “What do we know about those black horntooters? Not a thing.” He shook his head. If he had meant to throw Mary off guard by this confidential moment, he succeeded, for she changed color when he asked abruptly: “What were you doing upstairs, Miss Hawkins? When you heard the sounds you speak of, and the shots?” “Why, I ” Panic seized her. “You had been dancing a moment before, hadn’t you? Why did you leave the ballroom and go upstairs?” “I—went up to see how Mrs. Jupiter was,” Mary faltered. “Someone told me she was tired and had gone to her room to rest.” “You were—alone, up there?” “Why, yes.” What did he mean. 1 Mary wondered fearfully. What did j he know? But his question had had a dis- : ferent meaning, she soon saw from | its effect on Dirk. He turned first ; red, then white, and jumped to his ; feet. He drew a deep breath. “She certainly was alone,” he said angrily. "All right, all right ” the officer returned, pacifically. "We’ve got to think of everything, you know. And two witnesses would be better than one.” “I see no reason nor excuse,” Dirk said stiffly, "for your thinking of such a thing.” The detective was not riled. Mary was hiding something, he thought, but it ■was not a love tryst. For the moment he was ready to give over

I questioning her further, until he heard from the others, who had been rounding up what evidence t there was. “Listen, buddy,” he told the glowering Dirk firmly, “stranger things happen every day. No use having tender feelings. I’m just trying to find out what’s what,” He tilted his head toward the giggling, milling mob of girls and men who were surging about a young officer named Hayes, whose job it was to take down their names and addresses before letting them go. The indignities of search were over. “Look at that mob. Unless we got | fingerprints, and I doubt it, we got about as much chance of finding the guy who did this as if it never happened. “The crook that pulled this was smart. I’ll say he was. Everything set to cover up for him. Nobody even heard the shots, except Miss Harkness here and a few that didn’t j know what they were when they did hear ’em. “Any one of them smart kids could have pulled the trick, and hid the gun. And how are we gonna find out who did it?” “But how about the jewels?” Mary asked. *“We’ll find ’em,” the officer said gloomily. “We got to. That’s every damn thing we’ve got to go on. But it’s going to take time, Waiting for them to turn up.” n n a T TE looked like a man In the last throes of depression, but Mary was not sure he was quite sincere. His keen eyes, roving the room, watching the movements of his as- | sistants, the way he pricked up his ! ears when any one entered, gave an : impression of alertness that his easy-going air belied. For all his conversational attitude toward Dirk and Mary, he had not let them go yet—officially. Detective Byrne came straight to Kane and reported that every car i had been searched before leaving I the grounds, with no results. “Any of them Lorimors?” Kane |asked. Byrne snapped his fingers regretfully. “Damn! I forgot to look for that.” He thought a moment intently. “No, I’m positive there wasn’t a Lorimor in the lot.” Inspector Kane prepared to move off. “Well—no offense, young lady?” i He got up off the gilt chair he had been straddling. When the rush for wraps and homeward-bound motors had cleared the room, all that remained were the group of officers, Mary and Dirk, the housekeeper, Mrs. Warren, and, busily speeding the parting guests, Spence. Once Inspector Kane asked in a low voice, “Where’s the old man? Up there?” pointing to the ceiling. Byrne nodded. “Let him stay.” The servants, those who remained, were released and sent off to bed. The sight of their scurrying backs momentarily confounded Mary. She had forgotten all about Bessie. What had Bessie told, if anything? As if he read her thought, Inspector Kane turned to one of his men, whose job had been quizzing the servants. “They don’t know nothing,” was the other’s disgusted report. “They’re like a lot of sheep.” “Get ’em all? Sure you didn’t miss anybody?” he asked sharply. “Two,” he said. “A maid named Bessie and a chauffeur. Nobody knows where they’ve gone.” (To Be Continued.)

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TARZAN AT THE EARTH’S CORE

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OCT. 16, 1931

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