Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 153, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 November 1931 — Page 17

NOV, 5, 1931.

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w BEGIN HERE TODAY Rich old MRB. JUPITER Is robbed nd murdered during the engagement gave for her secretary. MARY HARKNESB. The thief falls to get the iamou3 Jupiter necklace. *-rsU?E ,clon points to Mary's brother EDDIE, who Is killed by a car as he goes to meet her. Police drop the case, ■*l!*vlng Eddie guilty. BOWEN, police reporter for the Star, conducts a private investigation. He discovers a racetrack crook called THE Lhl- . 10 *'hom Eddie owed money, —ddle s coat, found In the house, is recognised by the butler as one worn > a gate-crasher" he ejected the night of the murder. Mary's fiance, DIRK RUYTHHR. believes Eddie guilty and forbids her to see Bowen, fearing further notoriety. They quarrel, but make up and plan to marry at once. Mary meets Bowen In a speakeasy where The Ply is said to be hiding. D, rk comes to take her home. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued) Mary was tremendously moved. She never had known a man to cry before. She had not dreamed he felt so deeply about It. By staring at her clasped hands intently, she managed to wink away the tears that sprang into her own eyes. She lifted pleading eyes to Dirk. Surely now, once and for all, he would see that his suspicions about Bowen were unfounded. Whatever else he might do, he was sincere in this, at least. Dirk looked as if he were about to speak, but stopped. He turned and looked at the closed door of the private dining room. “It would be suicide to go in there,” Bowen warned him gently. Thoughtfully, Dirk turned and he and Bowen locked glances for a minute. Then he reached into a pocket of his dinner jacket and drew out a long suede pouch which he transferred to a pocket of the topcoat which lay across the table in front of him. He laid his hand on it significantly. ‘Don't let anything happen to that,” he said and got up. * Before Mary could ston him, he was walking casually toward the back of the room. She cried out, and half rose from her chair, but Bowen’s vise-like grip on her arm held her down. “Sit, down!’’ he ordered. “He's all right.” tt a a THERE were two doors on the small corridor which ran along beside the wall-off kitchen. The first was the door into the private dining room. The second, farther back, was the men’s washroom. Dirk turned the knob and walked into the first, then backed out as suddenly as he had entered. He looked about uncertainly for a minute, then went along the hall and entered the other. He evidently was presuming on the Fly, and his companions thinking he had mistaken the door in looking for the washroom. Even so, it was a risky thing to have thrust oneself unexpectedly into a gathering of that kind. He might have been shot first and apologixed to afterward. Mary realized this with a thrill of pride in his courage, even as she yearned to spank him for risking recognition and the chance of scaring off their prey by making the Fly suspicious that he was under scrutiny. When he came back to the table he disregarded Mary’s scolding and leveled his gaze at Bowen. “What sort of looking chap is the Fly?” “I've never seen him. The description I get from those who have, makes him dark, tall, not bad looking. Looks like a Latin. Maybe he is. Did you see him?” Dirk said: “The room is empty.” “Well, I'll be damned!” After an amazed second, Bowmen’s eyes darted vindictively about in search of Mike, the waiter. “If that yegg lied to me Still, didn't you say there was a side door?” he appealed to Man'. “Yes, the one I escaped through this afternoon.” Bowen took a long breath. “Then probably they left that way.” “Probably.” Dirk could afford to be generous in triumph. He carefully erased all suggestions of "I-told-you-so” from his manner as he turned to Mary. “Let’s be running along.” he said. “It's getting late, and tomorrow’s a big day.” ‘*T\7'AIT a second,” Mary said. “I VV want to see w'hat’s in that

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pouch. Isn’t that the same pouch that—it is!” The last two' words were a thrilled whisper. She had slipped her hand into his coat and lifted out the suede bag. She snapped open the cover and a string of blood-red stones fell in a chattering heap in her hand. “The Jupiter necklace! What are you doing with it, Dirk?” “Putting it in the office safe till tomorrow,'’ he answered reluctantly. “Some loiterer’s been hanging around the place lately. Finally scared some sense into the old man. “Good thing I happened out there tonight—he was just in the mood to give it to me.” He held out his hand for it, but Mary's cupped hands eluded his. “Lot me try it on. Just once!” she begged, slipping it about her neck. The catch snapped. The two men stared, speechless, at the picture she made. The rope of stones hung about her white throat and breast in a crimson cataract, each ruby casting a trembling reflection of itself on the white skin as the light struck through. Dirk's eyes glowed. “Marvelous!” he breathed. And Bowen added, “God, it's a shame to lock up anything as beautiful as that!” Dirk snapped out of it first. “Give it to me before someone sees it,” he commanded. “Just let me wear it to the office,” Mary begged, and drew her wrap about her shoulders. “There's no one here—you said so yourself!” She turned and looked about. With a shock her eyes met those of three men who just had entered from the front and were seating themselves noiselessly at a table directly opposite. She knew them at once—they were the same three men who had been in the small dining room that afternoon. CHAPTER TWENTY BOWEN and Dirk followed Mary’s eyes and saw the newcomers, too, almost before she could tear her fascinating gaze from theirs. Although, strictly speaking, none of the three men was looking at her, but at the necklace gleaming like new blood against the snowy velvet of her evening jacket. She had drawn it about her swiftly, but clumsily. The greater portion of the necklace swung outside. “Don’t go now, it’ll look as if we’re running.” Bowen said quietly, almost without moving his lips. They sat in petrified silence a few minutes, each with his own whirling thoughts, making halfhearted conversation. The party at the opposite table ordered drinks, talked in low tones and otherwise comported themselves in an orderly manner. Mary sneaked glances at them out of the corners of her eyes. Was one of them the Fly? All three were dark: one quite handsome. He was the one who had jumped to his feet. Had they been in the small dining room and left, returning by the front door? They might be quite different men, perfectly harmless customers of the place, like themselves. Although “perfectly harmless” was a strong designation for any of Jack Shay's customers, if the place really was the criminals’ hang-out Bowen had said. Adroitly she managed to push the necklace cut of sight, covering it with the collar of her wrap. As the party at the opposite table made no overt move, even failed to look in their direction again, Mary said restlessly : “We may as well go. They know we were about to leave, they saw me put my wrap on.” tt tt tt THE waiter, who had been nowhere in sight a few minutes before, now stood leaning with arms crossed against a dilapidated sideboard which stood against the back wall. His face was nearly without expression ns such a sinister countenance could manage to be. Although he kept his eyes fixed assidously on a spot halfway between their table and the strangers’ table, Bowen had the feeling that he was

all attention, waiting to be signalled for. He held up his finger, and Mike came swiftly forward. “Check, please!” Bowen said in a carrying voice. Mike fumbled for his pad. Before he could find it, Bowen whispered, “Put it on the cuff and I’ll see you later. Tell Jack tomorrow's payday. I’ll be around. Mike nodded wordlessly. Dirk said, “I’ll pay.” and reached for his billfqjd, but Bowen held his arm goodnaturedly. “Let it lay,” he said, under his breath. “I want to keep Welcome on the doormat here, and as long as I owg him money, Jack will let me in. “I’ve got a hunch Jack is going to get one of his periodic mads on at newspaper men in general, and me in particular, afte r tonight. “Every once in a while he gets the notion that it’s the newspaper men that are to blame for all his troubles, and refuses to let one on the premises. I don’t want that to happen right now.” Mike would have moved off, but Bowen detained him. “Is that him?” he asked softly. “Yes. Yes. I tell him. Thank you!” Mike answered, making significant facial contortions, and palming a coin Bowen handed him. He hurried away before any more could be said. tt a SO one of those men was the Fly! Mary had become adept in reading Mike’s peculiar form of signlanguage, and, no wonder, for his pantomime was more exaggerated than subtle. As an actor, Mike w r as pretty much of a "mugger.” As long as he kept his back turned to the enemy, however, he was safe. Dirk said, “Ready?” Mary, powdering her nose, nodded. "All right, Gloria.” Bowen said meaningly. They all got up and moved toward the door, Dirk leading, Mary following, and Bowen bringing up the rear. Mike leaped into action with exaggerated servility, coming forward to open the door and said, “Good night.” Whether by design or not, he was almost at Mary’s side, and directly between her and the three seated men, as she walked to the door. No one of the men at the table moved. The same strange paralysis seemed to hold them that had gripped them that afternoon. But their eyes followed the departing trio with almost hypnotic attention all the way to the door. Once outside, Mary sagged against Dlr * s arm - But when he looked at her sharply, in quiclfc, fear mat she was about to faint, he saw that she was shaking with silent laughter. Hysterical! He gripped her arm tightly and snarled at Bowen, "I hope to God you’re satisfied!” Honey, I’m not having hysterics, honest!” Mary giggled. “It’s just the let down. I never was so thrilled in my life! Wouldn't have missed it for anything!” Perhaps it will amuse you to know there was nothing to miss,” Dirk said sharply. “You don't believe all this claptrap do you? Three drummers from Terre Haute or some such place, making the rounds of the speakeasies, and you let this clown feed you a wild story about murderers and jewel-robbers. You've been reading too much Edgar Wallace, Bowen. Keep it to yourself after this, will you?” tt tt tt BOWEN turned white, but whether with anger or shame, Mary 'could not tell. “Have it your own way,” he said quietly. “Good night. Miss Harkness. If there’s ever anything I can do—” He lifted his hat. Undecided what to say or do. Mary kept discreetly silent, but her eyes pleaded an apology. Dirk gripped Mary's arm and led her to the curb where his coupe stood. Several car-lengths away stood Bowen’s rattletrap. He started to go toward it, then turned and came up to the coupe and leaned through the open window. v (To Be Continued)

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