Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 154, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 November 1931 — Page 27

NOV. 6, 1931.

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niz-h HE RK TODAY • nri ™„?!. and MRS JUPITER is robbed n?ir n !>! rdfrfd durlne the engagement Ua rcVi&Li® v * 10r her secretary. MARY , 88 a T l ** thief fails to get the n eclclace. fcSfifE*® 10 ® nolnts to Mary's brother. KiV 1 ?; * h ° t* killed by a car as he Police drop the case, ,rulllvoo'ice reporter for the Star, :i?"„oots a private investigation. He discovers a racetrack crook called THE iihT to whom Eddie owed money. Ed*Pund in the house, is recSJo|* ed bv the butler as one worn bv a gate-crasher" he elected the night of tne murder. Mary’s nance. DIRK RUYTHER. be- .*' ea _ Eddie guilty and forbids her to see Bowen, fearing further notoriety, iney Quarrel, but make up and plan to snarry at once. Mary meets Bowen In a speak.'asv where The Flv is said to be hiding, pirk comes to take her home. He is on }’**. wav to lock up the Jupiter necklace In his office safe. Dir proves The Ply Is not there. Mary clasps the necklace about her throat Just as three strangers enter. They leave, followed bv Bowen, who rears an attempt on the necklace. Dirk does not. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY (Continued) "Got a gun?" he asked. Dirk snorted. “No, A1 Capone, I have not" he *aid. "And what of it?" With a quick gesture Bowen drew an automatic out of his pocket and handed it into the car, butt first. Even Dirk was touched, disconcerted for a minute. Then he said with good-natured scorn, “Oh, keep it! What if somebody does plug me? You’ll get a good story." Bowen’s temper gave way. "I don’t give a damn what happens to you," he said roughly. “But you’ve got a woman with you remember. Take this whether you want it or not." tt a . a TTE shoved the gun into Dirk’s lap and swung off. As they moved down the street, Bowen’s little tin-can of a car began to shiver and roar and give off explosions like a Fourth of July rocket. When they turned into Broadway, Mary looked out the back window and saw it turn, also apparently following them. It was easily picked out in the traffic, for its top was up—a flimsy "one-man" top which had apparently been added , to its accoutrements since she rode in it. Its curtains were all drawn against the rain. Something about that grotesque equipage and its owner wrung Mary’s heart and anger flooded her. “I think you’re a beast!” she said to Dirk. “You shouldn’t have talked to him like that! Maybe Mike lied to him, but I’m sure he didn’t mean to lie to us!” “Mike? Who’s Mike?” Mary told him what she knew of Mike, and explained that he owed service to Bowen for favors done in the past. “You mean,” Dirk said slowly, meaningfully, “that all this socalled evidence he’s got that a man named the Fly,” (he grimaced and muttered, “more Edgar Wallace!”) “robbed that house, killed Mrs. Jupiter and then ran your brother down presumably to keep him from telling, ia the word of a doublettarred yegg like that waiter?” Put that way, it did sound rather thin. Mary was rebelliously silent. Her state of mind was hard to explain, even to herself. She loved Dirk so much that just his physical presence beside her in the car, the touch of his coat sleeve, his casual glance, •weakened all her forces of mind and body. He dominated her and she could not help herself ... he waa so calm, so utterly sure of himself and of the rightness of all he was and stood for. tt tt tt BUT some traitorous part of herself persisted in believing that in his own way Bowen was right, also. Might there not be depths of life of which the select and exclusive Ruythers had no knowledge? Might there not be truth even in ft “yegg” like Mike, if the claims of friendship demanded it? And if she ever had been sure of 'anything in her life, she was positive that none of those men had been a drummer from Terre Haute, or anything like it. What had happened was clear enough—Jack Shay, still mulling over the significance of that afternoon’s taxi crash, had carried the name “Harkness” back to his friends in that room, and asked if it meant anything to any of them. It had meant a good deal to the Fly, naturally. He and his two companions had slipped out the side door and came in again by the front for the purpose of getting a look at

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her. It had been sheer bad 1 rk that they had seen the necklace. But if Dirk hadn’t said %he room was empty, she wouldn’t have been so foolhardy. But was it hard luck after all? That was what Bowen had wanted—to give the Fly a flash of the necklace. After that, they wouldn’t be able to shake him off. Fear grew in her. If Bowen’s reasoning were true, then the Fly might be following them this very minute. Her hand clossed convulsively about the necklace and once more she turned to look back. a a u THEY were in lower Broadway now, in the manufacturing district, dark and comparatively deserted, heading for the Nassau street law office of Stephen Ray-' ther & Son. They were going along at about j forty-five miles an hour, but clinging tenaciously on their trail, about j a block behnid, was Bowen’s ma- j chine, its “one-man top” swaying perilously in the breeze. Dirk ducked his head and looked In the windshield mirror. “Is that fool following us?” he asked disgustedly. “Seems to be,” was all she could say. Now, -what was he doing that for? Was it possible that he, himself—no, he couldn’t have had anything but the best of motives in mind, or he would not have given Dirk his revolver. Nassau street was dark and Its narrowness seemed to close in on Mary like the walls of a prison as they came to a stop before the small office building in which three generations of Ruythers had their offices. “Cover that up,” Dirk told her curtly, as he turned the key in the switch that locked the car. Holding the collar of her coat tightly across her throat with both hands, she got out and followed him into the building. The lobby was dark except for a dim light way back at the back, which proved to be a watch-light kept burning for safeguard in a little hole-in-the-wall jewelry shop opening off the lobby. By its pale and ghostly radiance they found their way up the stairs—the elevator was a black, empty cavern which Mary hurried past with averted eyes. Steps, steps, steps—arm in arm they went up, up, up, Mary’s fingers fairly pinching Dirk’s arm so tense was their pressure. The stair-well was pitch black, but each landing place was faintly lighted from without by a tall, narrow window. On one of these Dirk bent his head and kissed her. tt tt tt “QCARED?” he asked. She could 3 see well enough by this time to see that he was smiling fondly. She squeezed his arm tighter. “Awfully,” she said. They did not seem to be in a hurry to go on. He held her against him for a breathless minute or two, and whispered, “It’s been a long time ...” That was one of their own particular jokes; sometimes they even said it between kisses, and it seemed terribly funny. It didn’t seem funny now, for it had been a long time . . . since last night, in fact. Two o’clock this morning, rather. Arms about each other, they went upstairs. The blaze of light that followed when Dirk had opened the office door and punched the button was blinding. Mary threw up her hands to protect her eyes from it. Dirk went straight to the safe and began twirling the knob. Mary unfastened the ruby necklace, held it up for a last admiring glance, and put it into the soft leather bed he held out for it. He laid it away inside, shut the door and spun the knob. “Phew!” he said, getting up and dusting off his hands. “Thank God that’s done!” He made a pretense of mopping his fevered brow with a handkerchief. “Five more minutes with that thing on my mind, and I’d have buckled under the strain.” “What? Surely you don’t believe in such nonsense as thieves and things?" Dirk was about to reply, when the very windowns reverberated 'with the force of a crash in the street outside. Pausing only long enough to pick Up the gun Bowen had given him, Dirk rushed to one of the windows which faced Nassau street, lifted it and looked out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE "TTTHAT is it? What is it?” * ▼ Mary whispered, trying vainly to see into the street from the other side of the house. Her view was cut off by a cornice.. Dirk was leaning far out to get a clear view of what happened. He waved one hand as a signal to keep quiet. To the waiting girl the suspense was agonizing. Angry voices floated up and various bumps and thuds, as of a weary car settling to rest. He pulled his head in and shut the window quietly before speaking. “Just that blamed idiot, Bowen, and his rattletrap,” he said disgustedly. “Somebody’s smacked into him Looks as if he’d tried to turn around, and they rammed into him amidships.” He shook his head wonderingly. “Os all the prize boobs—! Come on, let’s go down and look at the wreckage.” He looked about the room, tried the lock on the safe door to make sure it was fastened, turned off the light, locked the door, and they trotted downstairs. Mary was worried. “Do you suppose he’s hurt?” “Couldn’t see,” Dirk said. “Hope they didn’t hurt our car. Guess not. It’s farther up the street.” As they came out into the street there was the sound of footsteps running, drawn by the magnet of an accident. A policeman was visible, pounding along at the lower end of the block, his night-stick slapping against his leg as he ran. Bowen was nowhere to be seen, but the street was completely blocked at the upper end by his car, up-ended and lying on its side. Jammed into it on the other side, like a locomotive whose cow-catcher has scooped up a mass of debris, was a black limousine •with platinum trimmings. tt tt tt AS Mary and Dirk started forward, the limousine’s engine roared In reverse, freed itself from the quivering mess of metal which was Bowen’s machine, and shot backward out of Nassau street, stopped, shot ahead toward Broadway and was gone. Not even the enraged policeman’s command to stop had any effect. He pulled his gun, but forebore shooting, apparently because of the people who came running from all directions. Mary stopped stock still under the shock of the realization that came to her. “Dirk! Dirk!" she screamed suddenly. “That was the car that filled Eddie!” Dirk stopped running a second, long enough to stare at her dumbfounded, then raced on. A weaving, unsteady figure was crawling into view from under the tangle of leatherette and canvas that was the £op of his car. He just had gained his feet and was looking in the direction taken by the departed limousine when Dirk reached him. Mary saw him wringling one hand and cursing whole-heartedly. Between curses he stuck the injured finger in his mouth and sucked it. Apparently it was the only injury he had suffered. “What the holy—jumping—” He broke off as he saw Mary’s white anxious face at his elbow, “Hello, Ruyther. I’m all right. Let’s get out of here—leave this wreck where it is. She’ll never travel again.” (To Be Continued)

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When Jana was tired she made a bed of grasses beneath a tree, curled up and slept while Jason watched. Then she would watch while he rested, for always their greatest danger was from the fierce and voracious thipdars from which these mountains took their name. But Jana could always hear the wings of the flying reptiles before they were seen and thus far the shelter of the big trees had protected the man and girl from the hideous creatures.

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