Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 160, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 November 1931 — Page 27

NOV. 13, 1931

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BTCJS HERE TODAY undertakes to trap TTIE FLY. h*n *he believes "framed ' eU2 th *. r ' EDDIE, with the murder 2f *l®®- JUPITER. and later ran Eddie down and killed him to keen him from telllne. Aa bait she plans to use In* i a K° u * Juolter necklace of ruble*. w hJ*h J he murderer failed to set. She la aided bv BOKEN of the Star. Mary a fiance. DIRK RUYTHER and his *£. Y. * to Ptne official lnvestieatlon. object Ins to the notoriety. They believe Eddie guilty, BRUCE JUPITER, absent many year*, returns from Europe wiwth a woman friend. Hi* father orders him out and makea Marv hi* heir. Bruce swears to rout Marv. who he thinks la a gold digger. , *? ar 7 an< * w lrk quarrel because Dirk is tealous of Bowen and refuses to believe In the existence of The F3v. Ulrs goes about again wun Ms former sweetheart. CORNELIA TABOR, who Is tryin?. ”> wln him back. Mary nrenares to sail with MR. JUPITER to Miami on his vacht th<- ' Gypsy.' believing The Flv will be at Hialeah to see his horse, the favorite, win. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (Continued) Mary relaxed happily against the pillows and listened, with only half her mind attentive to what Dirk •was saying. He looked down at her, smiling. “Too bad,” he said. “He was so anxious to meet you, too.” “Meet me?” Mary sat up. “Sure, you. Ethel took me aside and told me. Connie never would have peeped. It made her furious, naturally. Ethel said when she came to your name on the guestlist, Count Wliat’s-His-Name wanted to know if you were the Miss Mary Harkness whose picture he had seen in the paper. “She said you were, and what about it, and he began to kiss his fingers to the ceiling and exclaim, ‘Ah, ravishing! Charmant!’ and all that. And right away he said he’d come. “Burned Ethel up, but she was glad to get him on any terms.” He grinned down at her teasingly. “You’ve got quite a rep, kid!” Humanly, Mary smiled. It was rather delicious revenge to have had that happen to Connie. But then, Connie had had her revenge by asking Dirk. The score was even. She didn’t ask me,” Mary murmured, puzzled. “Was that why?” "Well—no,” Dirk flushed. Then he burst out. “What could I say? ' That we’d had a fight? I told her you’d gone to Hot Springs for a few days to rest. That was when she asked me to fill in.” He looked at her apologetically. “Takes somebody with a strong constitution to get along w'ith Ethel. She has to be slugged every so often to keep her in her place.” Mary laughed. “And you’re the brute to do it,” she agreed. “But who was this other chap?” Somehow the episode did not ring entirely true . . . something about it had set her to wondering. She looked at him with earnestly puckered brow. “It couldn’t have gotten out about the new will leaving the Jupiter money to me, could it?” Dirk’s scornful gesture didn’t entirely reassure her. “When was this invitation given, Friday?” Mary pursued thoughtfully. De Loma. De Loma. Where had she heard the name? “The Miss Harkness whose picture he had seen in the papers.” That must have been those awful Friday stories about her and the Jupiter necklace. Suddenly she knew . . . De Loma was the name given in the racing papers as the owner of The Fly’s horse, Lo Mosca! Could it be the same man? Was De Loma The Fly? , CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN MARY was convinced beyond any doubt that the Count Enrique De Loma, with whom Ethel was infatuated, was The Fly. And Cornelia Tabor barely had missed having him in her house as a weekend guest. It was frightful, and it was laughable. But most of all it opened up anew view of The Fly and his methods. So that was his game—- . tricking silly society girls with the old, old title racket! Whether his name really was Dc Loma did not matter: probably it was an alias. If so, it was anew one, for Bowen had searched police files for a record of a man by that name and found nothing. Also—and this gave her renewed heart for the chase—it probably was the name he would continue to use. She dared not tell Dirk what she was thinking. He would think her utterly mad, looking for The Fly

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and finding him in every stranger who crossed her path. But there were some questions she simply had to ask. “Did you see him at all—De Loma?” “No.” ' “He didn't give Ethel his picture ; or anything?” “No.” Then he added pettishly, “What did you care, anyhow? Not going to fall for him, too, are you?” She looked reproof at him. But the thoughtful pucker did not leave her brow. “When did he call up and tell her he wasn’t coming?” “I don't think he did,” Dirk answered sifter a nrvoment’s consideration. “I think she said he failed to show up and when she called his usual hangout they told her about his father dying and his having to go home to look after the estate.” He looked at her. “You think he just ran out on her? Maybe he did. But Lord, Id go to South America myself to get away from that young catamount. No matter how many millions her dad’s got.” n n a “T"vID De Loma know that? About JL/ the millions, I mean?” “Probably. I said he wasn’t out to maxry money.” Dirk roused himself suddenly, crushed out his cigaret and put his arms around her. “But why are we talking about them, sweetheart?” he said gently. “Why are we talking at all?” Why, indeed, Mary thought happily after several blissful, speechless minutes. This was what she had been longing for, for days. How had she ever lived through them alone? She sighed deeply. Well, that was all over now— Then she remembered. Tomorrow she was going away! Her heart cried out against separation from Dirk again. She clutched him tightly. “Come along with us,” she begged. “I can’t bear to go unless you do!” Dirk stroked her hair gently. You really want me?” Her eyes answered him. “Better still,” he suggested, “don’t go. Stay here.” “Everything’s ready. I’ve got to go. Besides, I’Ve just learned some things that may be of great value. There’s too much at stake, now. Dirk,” she turned toward him suddenly, an agony of pleading in her face. “Dirk, don’t you believe in what I’m trying to do at all?” n tt tt IT was very still in the room, lighted only by dim wall brackets and the flicker of a small wood fire. “I believe in you,” Dirk said presently. Mary’s searching eyes saw his face contorted with the effort to speak fairly and plainly. “That is, when I’m with you. When I’m away from you, I get—wild ideas. “Other people say things, and it —hurts. I shouldn’t listen, I know, but I do. Because it’s you.” His hand gripped hers until her benumbed fingers ached with the pain. “You mean so much to me that the least breath —the least suspicion ” He stopped and held his lower lip with his teeth like a man in physical pain. Mary was appalled. “What do they say?” she whispered. “Oh, nothing that’s true —at least, if it is, I don’t believe you realize it. I think you’re perfectly innocent about it. That the Jupiter money has turned your head—that you’re being nice to the old man just for what you can get out of him. “God, if they knew about that will, what a jabber there’d be! And, of course, that newspaper story about you last week was just about the last straw—coming right out with the intimation that you’d had the rotten, bad taste to choose that horrible necklace . . Mary was silent, stunned. “There’s nothing I can say,” she faltered, as Dirk seemed to be waiting for some comment. n n n “TtyfY Idea was,” he went on, “for IVA you to give out a statement — just a few lines, no more —denying it in a dignified way. “It’s too late to stop a lot of fools from gaping over it, but it’s the best you can do—now the harm’s done. You’d have to say, of course, what it was you did choose—a ring or a pin or whatever it was, just for the sake of sentiment.

“It would help to quash this golddigging notion about you that everybody seems to have ” Mary said, “I couldn’t do that, Dirk. I did choose the necklace.” Dirk said “Oh, Mary.” It was almost a groan. “It was bad taste, but I need it. I have to have it. When The Fly’s been caught with it, it can go to the bottom of the sea for all I care. Why you make so much of it, though, is beyond me ” “You’re going to wear it, in public, where people can see?” He said it as if he were asking whether she meant to go out naked. “Later, perhaps—but not now, surely.” “No*, if necessary. . Whenever I must.” She felt as if she must burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Dirk," she said, “this is the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of. It’s such a little thing to cause such a big rumpus. “And what’s wrong with the Jupiter money? Don’t you want me to have it?” n n n TTE was almost insane with jealous anger, she saw when he turned his distorted face toward her. “I daresay it’s small of me,” he said sarcastically, “but I don’t! How do I know what that old fool thinks he’s buying when he turns his entire fortune over to you? “How do I know his son isn’t right when he tells Masterton, the critic, that he’s too busy to have an exhibit now—he’s got to rout his father’s mistress? How do I know the old reprobate didn’t shoot his own wife to get rid of her? “He stopped the police investigation, didn’t he? And why did he do that? because it threatened you, or himself? I don’t know. I wish to God I did! “That wild kid brother of yours and his threats when Jupiter refused him money made a handy peg to hang the murder on. Maybe he really did it. Maybe he only knew who did it! “Eddie was killed purposely, perhaps, by someone who wanted to shut him up. You want me to think some mysterious gunman was responsible for it, for the first murder and Eddie’s, too. And you wonder why I don’t fall in with your fantastic tale! “A Lorimor car killed Eddie: a Lorimor car carried the murderer to and away from the house, after Mrs. Jupiter was killed. Whose Lorimor car? Why not Jupiter’s?” “Jupiter’s?” Mary asked, stupidly. “His, yes! You didn’t know he owned a Lorimor car, did you? Well, he does.” “Oh, Dirk,” Mary wrung her hands, “how can you say such things of a sweet old man like that! You don’t know him! Why, he’s never said or done a single thing—” “I don’t know him,” Dirk grunted, “and neither do you. How long has his wife been dead? Two months. “Well, he knows better than to make a pass at you so'soon. He knows the sort of girl you are, that a false move would repel you.” n n n AyfARY smiled, but there was no AVA humor in the smile. “Then you don’t believe I'm as bad as Bruce and other people say I am?” Dirk glowered mutinously. He gathered her roughly into his arms, held her cramped and breathless as if he would never let her go. “Come on away with me,” he begged, “out of this house. Damn it, it hurts me every time I come here to see you. It’s ugly, for all the money that went into it. “Maybe because of the money that went into it. And its ugliness has come off on you. You’re going to be smeared with it and I can’t get you away ... I can’t make you see.” He was breathing hoarsely, almost crying. (To Be Continued) STICKER 5 DLNGSTNTUSMLD TULGHTDM; U/H IST BROS NWLDS WFri VGLCRCLNGSKM. LGmWNDSNSGHNGSNK TLLRSNGBRGUT, NGI4TSVRGN PLGRM SWMSNVVDLGHT. * If one letter of the alphabet is inserted 40 times among the letters above, a verse of four lines will be formed. — Answer for Yesterday 13485 7 26970 " 2 When the nme digits and the cipher are arranged as shown above, they form a fraction that equals one-half.

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