Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 150, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 November 1931 — Page 13

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put J , EG , N HF.RF today . JUPITER U robbed and <&•.&£ u UrlnK the en*m(rcmect oar tv Iran “.i 1 " secretary. MARY HARKfnmie 1* scraoearace brother. J?„.!T av J’* v * been tn the house at rh. m .i r . d J r P ovtr j and has disappeared. Ju h piter h^bl/? U * and t 0 Ke ‘ ,h * ,am ° US ** run down and killed as he to meet Marv. INSPECTOR KANE oroos the ease, believing Eddie the murderer. MR. JUPITER and DIRK be'Jeve the same. .BOWEN of the Star discovers a race . Rambler and crook called THE £LY to whom Eddie owed monev. Bowen gives Marv a coat he found tn the Jupiter house the night of the murder ii hr brother's The butler recognizes It as having been worn bv a •'gate-crasher" he elected that night. Dirk forbids Marv to go on with the Investigation, because of the notoriety. Thev ouarrei, make up and Mary promises to marry him Bt once NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN (Continued) ; He was as cranky about the cali- ' ber of the men he allowed to set foot. on hLs beloved yacht as about those who drove his automobiles. Mary drew a deep breath of relief. “Want to go along?” “Oh, no; thanks. I’ve something to do. A little shopping.” She blushed a tell-tale red. The telephone that lurked behind the gaily painted wooden parrot in a corner of the breakfast room trilled suddenly. It was Dirk. “I just called up to tell you, Mrs. Ruyther, that you have a checking account, you know. Why don’t you run up a few bills, and see what kind of a husband I’m going to make?” “Oh, Dirk, you mustn’t—not yet. That’s one of the rules. Don’t you know your Emily Post?” “Go ahead, woman. Do you know how I treat my wives when they don’t obey me?” There was more of the conversation, but it seemed to make very little sense. Smiling knowingly, the old man heaved himself out of his chair and tiptoed out of the room with clumsy, schoolboy gallantry. a a tt ALMOST instantly, it seemed, a starched and statuesque maid appeared with tan envelope which she handed to Mary on a tray. (Bessie had been released to pursue the sort of histrionic career for which she seemed to think herself fitted.) Mary fumbled it open with one hand while holding fast to the receiver with the other. When she finally held up the crisp bit of paper it contained and saw the figure—sl,ooo—and the signature, J. J. Jupiter, still wet in the corner, her joyful exclamation reached clearly the young man murmuring fatuous nothings into the telephone many miles away. A little wedding present” was Written on the business card that fell out with the check. “Never mind supporting me yet— I’m rich.” she caroled gleefully, and told Dirk of the check. “Well, that’s fine!” he replied With perfunctory heartiness. Such munificence rather dashed his own pleasure in turning over his worldly goods to his bride-to-be. “What arc you going to do with it?” “Bank it.” “You will not!” “Buy clothes,” she amended happily. “And then buy some clothes. And then buy a few more clothes.” “That’s better. Lunch with me?” “Oh, I won’t have time. We’d dawdle and I’ve so much to get!” “Better come. I’ll be working late at the office, putting things in shape so I can leave. I may not get out until quite late.” “But you’ll come?” “I’ll come! Wait up for me?” “You know I will.” tt tt tt SHE was to regret that decision about lunch, as she sat sipping a lukewarm, too-sweet drink at a crowded fountain, after a hec*.tic morning’s shopping. It would have been delightful to be lunching on a cool roof somewhere with Dirk opposite. Shopping, even with a SI,OOO check in your purse, was terrible. Her feet hurt, her head ached, and she felt as if her eyes never would quite focus again. And there was more to come. At 5 she hailed the first taxi she saw, piled it full of bundles and climbed in gratefully. “Long island,” she told the driver, and sank back against the hard leather seat. She closed her eyes as the cab wormed its way crosstown toward Queensboro bridge. That

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stattf of complete relaxation spared her the brunt of what followed. All she remembered afterward was hearing a yell and a curse, and feeling herself jerked violently forward as the taxi swerved and careened wildly to the sidewalk, striking a flight of stone steps. Then she must have fainted, for she knew no more. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN WHEN Mary became conscious someone was shouting, “Bring some brandy for this lady!” and moving her arms about and slapping her hands. This, she later learned, was merely an attempt to discover whether she had broken any bones. At the moment, however, the indignity of her position she was lying on a couple of chairs—brought her upright and awake more quickly than the burning liquor they were forcing down her throat. She was in a restaurant, apparently. About her hovered anxious faces—a waiter, a fat man who turned out to be the proprietor, and a nice-looking policeman, who kept saying, “Just a little accident, you’re all right. Take it easy!” Well, she was taking 4 it easy, she thought fretfully. Her head ached fiercely from the jar when the taxi crashed into the building, but otherwise she was all right, and she wanted to go home. She made this wish known to the policeman, who held her arm firmly as if he feared she might go faint and drop again. “Truck going the wrong way on a one-way street,” he told her. “You can’t go out that way, lady.” He moved between her and the door. “They’re cleaning up the mess. The cab’s all smashed, and there’s there’s probably a mob of people waiting to see the ‘corpse’—Say,” he broke ofF, “you want to thank that driver, lady! He saved your life!” “Oh, I will!” Mary exclaimed. “Where is he?” “They’ve taken him home. He’s not bad hurt. I’ll give you his name if you want—” “Please do. Oh, but —my packages! Where are they?” The fat proprietor indicated a pile of boxes neatly stacked on a nearby table. They were crushed a little, but not damaged. She thanked the fat man profusely. How careful and kind they had all been! tt tt tt “T CAN’T thank you enough!” she JL told him happily. “Those are my wedding clothes!” “Ah-ah! So!” He retreated as she tried to press a bill into his hand. “Nah, nah, give it to Tim, there —he has a big family!” The bill she pressed into the policeman’s hand met no protest. “Want to try it?” he indicated the front door. “I’ll go first—” "Oh, no! Isn’t there some other way—” The policeman called “Hey, Jack!” and the fat man bustled up again. He looked more than a little worried, as well he might be, for the sidewalk in front of his place was a morass of splintered wood and shattered glass. The place was one of the innumerable speakeasies housed in the basements of old brownstone fronts. And the proprietor hardly was convinced yet that what had happened was a mere traffiic accident. Accidents in Mr. Jack Shay’s life usually had a deeper significance. Fearing gang warfare as he did, it was no wonder he appeared far more nerve-wracked by the occurrence than Mary, the victim, did. “Come this way,” he invited, and Mary and the stalwart officer followed him to a door at the rear of the long room. Here the fat man knocked, entered, spoke a few words, and then held the door open to admit the others. “O. K., come on through.” tt tt THE room was a small private dining room. Half a dozen men sat about a wine-spotted tablecloth, smoking and drinking. A sudden silence, like paralysis, seized the group. As Mary and the officer appeared, one man, tall and foreign-appearing —or was he merely well-tanned? — rose from his chair abruptly, then sank back again.

Mary smiled slightly and inclined i her head in perfunctory recognij tion of what she took to be an act of politeness. They passed through the room, out another door into a black hole of a hallway, and entered the back door of a drugstore opening on a side street. Here the officer deposited her packages Into a taxi, and helped her in. “I’ll give you that driver’s name,” he said, taking out a pad and pencil. “Do. And the other man’s name, and the address of his retaurant,” she added. “Perhaps I can take a party there for dinner sometime and pay him back that way.” “Don’t worry about Jack,” the policeman replied. “He don’t want anything you could give him —unless it’s a bullet-proof vest.” The policeman had finished writing, and tore off the sheet and handed it to Mary without reply. “I’ll have to take your name and address as a witness,” he said. “Oh, keep me out of it!” Mary begged as she handed him her card. “My—the man I’m going to marry would be furious!” This wasn’t quite true, but it was true enough. The policeman did not protest when the taxi driver drove off rapidly. She was not much delayed, and felt no worse for the misadventure except a heighening of the sense of excitement that had been thrilling through her veins all day. u tt tt A GLANCE at the clock on her mantle showed nearly 6 o’clock, and Dirk would come before she could freshen up and change unless she hurried. Fatigue * vanished magically as she dashed about. Lured by curiosity, the lumbering Della came in to help, and to her on surprise as much as the maid’s. Mary seized her about the waist and waltzed about the room with her. “Della, Della, I’m going to be married tomorrow! But you mustn’t tell a soul!” “Tomorra is it? Oh, Miss Mary! And does Mr. Jupiter know?” “I don’t know how to tell him, Della. I promised to stay, but—oh, if Mr. Bruce would only come!” “Ah, that young spalpeen!” But the packages were a more potent attraction than the derelict Bruce—they forgot him in the joy of snapping string and burrowing into tissue paper. One simple little dress was all she was looking for, to wear this evening, but somehow it seemed necessary to open all the boxes. One revealed a little black dinner dress that was a love, all cobwebby lace at the top with a skirt made of stiff ruffles of net. They both hugged it, held it off and caressed it with their eyes. Mary had bought it for dining and dancing on shipboard, but she was tempted to wear it tonight. After all, could any night of her life be more important? Her last “date.” There were embroidered slippers to match, and a white evening wrap. Mightn’t they be going out to dance a little? Dirk hadn’t said. Della made her decision for her, whisking away the empty box. “You think I should, Della?” “Indeed, you should!” And that was that. tt tt tt SHE had just taken a quick shower and given her hair a stiff brushing that made her whole body feel singly and rested, and slipped the black dress over newly bought underthings of incredible softness, when the maid came in, quite breathless with chagrin. “Oh, Miss Harkness, I didn’t hear you come in! A Mr. Bowen has been calling you repeatedly. He has some important information for you. He gave me his number and said he’d wait in until you called.” (To Be Continued)

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—By Ahern

The fellow happened to be another than Skruk. “Beat it,” yelled Gridley in good old American slang, “your ugly mugs frighten this young lady.” “I am Gluf,” growled the Phelian, “I kill.” Os course Jason could not understand him either. He did not want to kill the man but he realized he could not let him approach too closely. The girl had no such scruples. She touched his pistol with her finger and then pointed peaningly at Gluf. The fellow was quite nea r mow as Gridley fired, aiming above the man’s head.

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Th sharp report stopped all four of the Phelians. But w'hen they realized they were uninjured they resumed their advance with Gluf swinging his club menacingly. Then it was that Jason Gridley regretfully shot to kill. Gluf whirled and sprawled forward on his face. Wheeling about, Gridley fired again, for he knew that those clubs at short range were deadly. It was either their lives or his own and the girl’s. Another Phelian dropped, and then Skruf and his remaining companion turned and fled.

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