Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 164, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 November 1931 — Page 17

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Through the listed names of the P.wn*r of the horse. Marv learns that COUNT DE LOMA Is The Flv. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued) “Well, that's something to thank Louise for, at any rate,” Mary admitted grudgingly. ‘‘Otherwise, she’s a. blot. Bates thinks she's a crook. “He’s forgotten all about the Fly. Too busy trying to trip her up into making some sort of admission that will show him what her real game Is.” “Oh, well, Louise is none of our affair. Bruce will give her the boot when he gets his land-legs and looks around this country a bit . . . some of these bathing beauties ought, to make him drop his easel and run . . “That reminds me,' 1 Mary interrupted. “I'm supposed to wangle a picture of her somehow—for Bates • to carry next his heart, I think, though he says it's to send home to the New York police department. “For a man who thinks he’s out with the reincarnation of Catherine de Medici and the Borgia family, he’s having a better time than any college sophomore I know'!” “Maybe they’ll take a picture of ♦he notables at the party tomorrow night. She’s be one of ’em, if all you tell me about her is true.” “And if she has a bad conscience, she'll hide in the background and be unrecognizable. No, I've got to buy or borrow a camera, and walk right up to little Louise and say • 'Let me snap you, darling, for my memory book! You look So distinguished!’ Ugh!” “Say!” Bowen was struck with an idea. “I’ve got a friend on the ) paper down here—frankly, he’s been putting me up since I cut loose from the pay roll and came down here. “He has one of these cameras you hide in your pocket, and shoot when nobody knows it. If we could smuggle it in tomorrow night. . “Bring it yourself!” Mary cried delightedly. tt tt a BOWEN bent on her a look of unutterable reproof. “Am I one of the idle rich?” He threw out his hands. “I hitch-hiked to this village, my dear lady, and I ‘ did not have a swallow-tail tied up in the handkerchief that served me as a trunk. “Just a hobo, that’s me. A darling of the gods like you can't realize W'hat it is to be broke, I know ” Mary put out her hand in quick sympathy. “I can realize you’ve done all this for me,” she said. Like a flash she opened the bag she carried and took out a roll of bills which she thrust toward him. “Hey! Hey! Put that back!” Bowen growled at her, turning scarlet. He tossed the money roughly into her lap. “I’m not whining. I’m having a swell time honest! I’ll probably get a job here on the same paper my friends on, and stay a while. "One week’s pay and I’ll be sitting on top the world. Swimming every morning before breakfast—t swimming every night before I go to bed! Say! Why does anybody live in New York, anyway? No, I only meant to explain that $lO a plate is a little too steep a cover charge for little George just now, * ®ven if I had the duds to go with it. “I didn’t want you to think I was flunking out at the last minute, though.” Mary sighed. “You ought to let Sne stake you,” she insisted, gently. Alt’s my war you’re fighting. Mr. Jupiter’s, too. He'd insist on paying your expenses, if he knew'.” “Forget it, Bowen ordered curtly. • •‘We’ll get the picture. I’ll wait in the street till you and the others rome out. You tip me off which hne is her, and bing! We ll snap tier Highness’ picture that way. And We’ll do it tomorrow.” v a a a THF.Y left it at, that for the present. Mary felt that she must get back before her absence was discovered. She was resolved ■when Bowen should come to the ‘‘ party, anyhow. His presence would steady her. He promised to t elephone her next day and hear what, final arrangements had been made for the Fly's reception on board the Gypsy—if he could be lured aboard. Back in the Ambassador lobby she turned aside for a minute at the magazine stand. If any of her party should meet her in the upper halls, she had decided to say she had been unable to sleep and had gone down to buy something to • ’ read. Town Tattle lay nearest her hand, but she drew' away as if it would have burned her. Whatever shameful secrets it had to reveal, she didn’t want to know them. And none of the lurid detective story magazines that hung before her seemed to offer anything half so exciting as her own life was proving. In the end. she bought a newspaT'r"' only, and stood a moment, holding it wide open before her at the society page. Suddenly the smooth flow of a familiar voice made her lift her head with a start. Cautiously she lowered the paper and looked over its edge. ’ Not ten feet away, with thenbacks toward her, the countess and Tse Loma sat close together on a mulberry velvet lounge, deep in low-voiced conversation. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE MARY walked swiftly to the elevator and breathed a sigh of deep relief when the slow* moving operator closed the door and start- • ed the car upward. She would have given a great deal to know wnat subject was so engrossing Louise and De Loma, but *he dared not risk the chance of being caught snooping about. Almost immediately she was sorry, (though. Why hadn’t she concealed herself and tried to catch at least a word of what was passing between those two? Jt might be pf

tremendous importance to her i plans. If the countess guessed, or If Bruce had broken his promise and told her the purpose of this trip, might she not pass the information on to De Loma, either intentionally or otherwise? If De Loma ever had been of importance in the countess’ life unquestionably she would warn him if she could. The question mark was Bruce. Distrustful of the whole affair, he might have violated his promise. Mary surmised there was not much that the crafty Louise could not worm out of him if she chose. Well, it was on the lap of the gods. Whatever was happening down there would have to happen. No one reasonably could have foreseen that thotie two would be intimates. It was a bad break, that was all, as George would say. Mary walked restlessly about the room. Sleep! It was far from her now. How could she sleep with this uncertainty hanging over her head? If she could only ask Bruce, reassure herself . . . But Bruce was incalculable. If he knew those two were downstairs now, for instance, he might fly into a rage. What infinite help Bruce could have been if only he had trusted her a little more. He should have been their greatest help, but he had allied himself with their enemies. His perfidity might even be responsible for the failure of the whole scheme! a tt si Resolutely Mary took down the telephone receiver, but only to call the desk and ask to have a boy sent for some bromide tablets. She must go to bed and forget it. She would need her wits about her tomorrow. When she awoke next morning, the hot Florida sun was streaming in her window and the telephone at her elbow was ringing madly. A glance at her wristwatch showed that it was nearly 10 o’clock. “Aren’t you ever coming down?” Louise’s half-scolding tones reverberated in the telephone. “We go to ride along the jungle trail and up the coast for lunch. Hurry!” “Don’t wait for me,” Mary told her coolly. "I shan’t go this time.” Oh, but—” Quite evidently the other was not prepared for refusal. She did not know what to say next. She could not command. Yet she knew duite well that so far Bruce had managed to thwart the girl’s every effort to be alone. She must have turned to Bruce, for Mary heard a low-voiced colloquy. Then Bruce spoke, coaxingly: “Surely you’re not going to spend this gorgeous day in bed? Come along! Dad’s anxious to get started!” “Not I,” Mary rejoined unflustered. “Amuse yourselves as you please. I have an appointment with the hair-dresser and some books to read. I’ll just stay here and loaf.” “As you please,” Bruce replied coldly and rang off. “Now,’’ thought Mary, provoked, “he’ll be sure to think I’m up to mischief, and follow me!” tt tt tt COOL second thought, however taught her it was unlikely Bruce would forego his day’s outing because of any serious interest in her activities. Bruce merely was trying to make himself obnoxious, so that she would find life in the Jupiter household unbearable and leave. It was pleasant to go down to breakfast alone. The dining room was cool and dark and blessedly empty. Early bathers had breakfasted and gone. And it was too early for lunch. Apparently she was the only lazybones in the hotel. Soothing, just to be alone . . . not to be surrounded by people one loathed, or feared, or despised, just pitied. Delightful to relax, not to have to keep up the complex game of pretense than she had had to play, sleeping and waking, for so many tense, unhappy days of late. For the time being, she was freed of the ache for Dirk even. Peace, like a narcotic, numbed all her t tenses temporarily. The low hum of distant electric Ifans . . . the soft-footed, low-voiced waiters . . . the hushed room, so silent that her own thoughts seemed to echo in her ears ... it was like the laving of cool waters on her tired spirit. Suddenly she realied that she was tired . . . had been tired for weeks. She resolved to get this business over as soon as possible and go i away where she need not even think. Someone stood in the doorway, looking about. She looked up and saw him wave away the headwaiter itnd come toward her. Her faint annoyance at the enI ranee of another diner into her en- ! 'hanted solitude changed to pleased : urprise when she saw it was George Bowen. tt tt a “ A RENT you taking a risk in •Z"V coming here?” she asked. It would not be well .if they were seen together, but she did not seem to worry. “Safe a£ a ch\irch,” he returned. “I met y6ur gang starting out for somewhere in a big Lorimor car.” Mary almost dropped her fork. “Lorimor!” Bowen eyed her in surprise. “Sure! Big Lorimor limousine. Why, you don’t think—” “Nothing,” Mary answered. “It’s probably a private taxi, and I don’t suppose J. J. noticed what make of car it was. It just reminded me of something Dirk told me—” She repeated to him what had seemed so suspicious to Dirk—that the manufacturer of Jupiter motor cars should buy a Lorimor car and keep it in hiding. At least, not even the members of his household knew that he had it. Bowen frowned over that for a few minutes. “By George.” he exclaimed. “I never would have thought of that! Maybe the old boy’s slyer than we think—” He shook his head, discarding the suspicion. “No, I don’t 1 believe it.” “Neither do I,” Mary agreed, relieved to have someone back up j her confidence in Jupiter. “Keep it in mind, though,” Bowen advised, as one who believed in thoroughness and efficiency. “Now, what's on the books for today?" “Just waiting for tonight, mostly,” Mary said shivering. “I must find out what kind of costumes will be der geur at the party and find myself one. And here’s something else—; 1

GONE was her peaceful interlude, as last night’s fresh worry recurred to mind. She told Bowen of seeing De Loma and the Countess Louise in close and animated conversation in the lobby, when the latter was supposed to be in bed with a severe headache. “You don't, suppose she knows this so-called pleasure trip is really a hunt for the Fly? You don't suppose she’s told him?” Bowen's usually placid brow took on some real corrugations. He was obviously more worried than he would admit. “Well, I know a quick way to ftrfd out,” he said, and got up. Presently he returned with the information, “He’s checked out. Last night —late.” And sat down heavily. Despair took him in hand for a moment, and shook him as a cat shakes a rat. “My God,” he moaned, “you don't suppose that she-cat of Bruce’s has given the show away? Woman or not, I’ll poke her in the nose, if she has! I swear I will! I’ve followed that bird this far, but this is no round-the-world cruise.” He wTithed silently for a minute. “No, I’ll tell you what it is,” he said, presently. “He had to get out anyway. This is no free flop-house and he’s down to his last thin dime. “Probably just saying good-by—-talking over old times a bit. Didn’t you say he and the countess were pretty thick once upon a time?” he added, hopefully. “There’s something between them,” Mary assured him. “He’s probably been her lover at some time or other. Yes, it might have been that —only that.” She tried to believe herself. “Well, then I suppose my date for tonight is cancelled . . It was hard to say whether disappointment or relief was her principal reaction to this thought. “But he said it so firmly—‘l’ll be there!’ As if he’d swim rivers and climb mountains and that sort of thing, you know.” “Probably just his line, meant to impress you,” Bowen said. “Still, I’ll bet he shows up.. The necklace is his best bet now. Anyhow, you’d better be there with bells on, in case he does come.” A bellboy insinuated himself into the conversation at this point, with a message from the room clerk. “The clerk says to tel! you he was mistaken about the matter you just asked about,” he told Bowen. “The man did check out of parlor C, but later he came over and paid his bill and took another room. It’s No. 802 If you want to reach him, sir. Thank you, sir.” tt tt n WHEN the boy had departed, enlightenment rested on the faces of those whom he had just left. “Looks like the girl friend staked him,” Bowen mused. “Now, why would she do that? He must have been her Big Moment at some time or other. Or maybe she had to do it to keep his mouth shut. “Maybe anything. We don’t need to worry about it. We’ll know all about it one of these days.” He took a cigaret and pushed back his chair. “Well, our time may be short. We’d better get busy. I want to buzz around and borrow that trick camera and get a picture of the countess if I can. “If we can get some dirt on her maybe we can scare her with it, even if we don’t use it any other way. How’re you going to work it to get The Fly on board the ‘Gypsy’ tonight? Have you any idea?” “None at all,” Mary confessed. “Im just trusting to luck to tell me what to do when the time comes. What I’m afraid of is that I won’t get a chance to talk to Mr. Jupiter first. He’s off now for the day and Bates with him. “What if we need extra men? Bates will be with me, but there ought to be another secret service man at the affair whom De Loma doesn’t know. “He knows Bates, though of course he doesn’t know he's a plainclothesman. I wonder . . Here the same bellboy hovered about again, finally injecting himself between the abstracted pair with a suave, “Are you Miss Harkness? Miss Mary Harkness?” Startled, Mary assented. “Gentleman in the lobby to see you,” the boy rattled off, relieved at having discharged his duty. He hurried off, to wait for her in the doorway. “I’ll go—yo stay here,” Mary whispered to Bowen, her heart thumping wildly with uncertainty and nervousness. Bowen nodded. “Don’t worry about me. 11l go take a look at the kitchen if I can't get out any other way.” Mary followed the bellboy, her limbs quaking treacherously. As she walked around the high-backed chair to face its occupant she felt a weakness that was almost like fainting. (To Be Continued)

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