Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 166, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 November 1931 — Page 31

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Tui ~ HAKKNESS Dloui to ensnare 7“ E . .?• who she believes ' Iramed’' h rj iVSL* 1 '!- EDDIE. With the murder es old MRS JUPITER and later ran Eddie ,K>"P nd killed him. . She U aided bv BOWEN, reporter for Ir h JJ U K r -,. fiance. DIRK KUYTHEIV believes Eddie gulltv. as do nolice who (Iron the case. BRUCE JUPrTER. lone absent, returns from EuroDe with a woman friend. His lather orders him out and makes Marv his heir. Bruce returns, vowing to rout Mary who he thinks is a golddigger. Dirk forbids Marv to see Bowen or continue the investigation. He savs if she goes to Miami on the JuDlter vacht pe will believe Bruce's charges. _ * Marv goes because Bowen tells her The wiv mav be at Hialeah when his horse Tun*. Dirk shows attentions to ills former sweetheart, CORNELIA TABOR Marv is Introduced to COUNT DE LOMA. i> Loma is listed as owner of The Flv's horse. She sees De Loma and COUNTESS LOUIBE. Bruce s friend, in Secret conversation. Bbe also learns that MR. JUPITER f-a a car of the same make as that **.lch the murderer used in his getaway and which later killed Eddie. Mr. Judlter explains the car was bought for experimental Durnoses In his business. ' NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (Continued). A few days ago he found what he wanted—a car that looked brand new—turned back to the dealer after it hadn’t been driven more than a couple thousand miles —and not a scratch. Yes, there was a dent in the left front fender, but Tom took it down to the factory and get it ironed out and painted over. “Nobody would notice—and it gave Tom a SI,OOO cut in price. He says not, but I know—i know the price of cars. Well—- “ Anyhow, I sent for Tom to drive tfown here. Don’t know as I mentioned it. Don’t like riding round in rented cars with these wild drivers. Feel better with Tom at the wheel. “Wp’J, he got here last night, and this /orning when he brought the car around to take us out, what was It but this Lorimer! I gave him the devil for it. I said, ‘Tom, you know I don’t want to be seen in that car!’ But it seems he never thought. “When I said, ‘Drive down,’ he thought what a chance it would be to try out his new plaything on a long drive, and the change in climate and all, so off he runs in it. “Well, I rode out in it this morning. Nobody likely to see me down here, nobody that knows me, that is. Sitting back there with nobody to talk to but this Louise, I got to looking around at the finish and poking the upholstery and so on, and —look what I found!”, n u HE held out a folded sheet of paper, his hand trembling until it was hard for her to seize it. Mary unfolded it, read in Eddie’s familiar handwriting: “I. O. U. $15,000 Edward Harkness, Junior.” “Take it easy, now. Don’t get upset,” Jupiter warned her, as the whiteness of her face began to frighten him. She pulled herself together. “How did—this—get in the car, I wonder?” she asked, levelly—holding the sheet of paper which was *sike a messagte from Eddie himself. “Well —it was a second-hand car. Looks like it might be the car that The Fly used ccming and going, and maybe later on the one that ran your brother down,” Jupiter offered. Mary’s dazed eyes sought the paper again. “Tom swears there's been nobody in this back seat till this morning,’’ went on Jupiter. “Tom’s no hand for joyriding, I’ll say that for him.” a a WHEN they got back to town, driven by the obliging young man in whose pocket now reposed the first SSO bill he ever had seen, none of the motoring party had returned. Not until she entered the lobby did it enter Mary’s mind that she had not telephoned Bowen! Hastily she called the number he had given her, but he was not there. No one knew whether he had been there or how long ago he had gone. Well, she had been gone nearly three hours. No wonder he had grown impatient. No sooner had she gained her room, however, than the telephone began to trill madly. It was Bowen He was almost incoherent with relief at finding her in. “Listen,” he said. “I’m at Hilltop Inn. Nobody here but me, now. But they've been here, Bruce and the countess. “And what a fight! I hid behind a catsup bottle and got an earful. Listen, did Mrs. Jupiter have a diamond bracelet?” “Yes,” Mary said, “she did.” “Would you know it?” “I think so.” “Well, look on the countess’ arm when she comes in. And she ll come in—alone!” CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE WHAT had happened at Hilltop inn, as Bowen told it, was this: After waiting in vain for Mary to telephone him, he had hired a car and driven out the Dixie highway to the inn to see for himself what happened to her. He found the place empty except for the proprietor and went inside the frame shack to telephone the ambassador and ask if she was there. While standing at the wall telephone. he heard a party arrive and seat themselves at a porch table. They were quiet enough at first, ordering soft drinks over which the woman cooed with interest, but presently their voices rose excitedly. Bowen, who was enduring one of those interminable waits which seem to ensue whenever a hotel clerk is assailed by a request for information. exchanged amused glances with the waiter and they both frankly listened. The argument seemed to be over tt- diamond bracelet which fell out of the woman's handbag when she took out powder and lipstick to refresh her jaded complexion, according to the man behind the counter, who enjoyed a full view of the fracas. -Who gave it to you? Who gave it to you?” the woman's companion demanded repeatedly, grasping her wrist. ** “But it is not what you think!” the woman protested “It was given to me to hold as security for a loan of money. When the money is paid tjack, I give back the bracelet!” u n n THE quiet this statement induced In the infuriated lover was more ominous than his rage, however. “You loaned my—money ? To whom? De Loma?’’ "Your money?” the countess retorted with spirit and perhaps with justice, for Bruce's allowance was far from princely these days. “When tlo I ever see your money?

“No, it was the money I won on the horse race. And I loaned it to a woman—not a man. You are mad if you say I ” “You gave it to De Loma,” Bruce repeated calmly. “It was a woman, I tell you! Stupid, what would a man be doing with a bracelet like that?” “I am wondering,” Bruce replied. Bowen, who had now possessed himself of a knot-hole view of the proceedings, was convinced by the unyielding hardness of Bruce Jupiter’s expression that the incident had opened anew vein of thought to the young man—and one which might prove fruitful. The countess, obviously frightened, resorted to tears, recriminations, pouts and sobs. There were wails of: “You are a beast. You do not love me!” “Oh, yes, I love you, my dear Louise. But if I loved you twice as much. I still shouldn’t put up with your lies.” “You don’t believe me?” “No, my dear Louise, I do not.” a a a AT this point dear Louise quite lost her head, and hurled a volume of gutter French at her erstwhile lover, who sat calmly sucking at the straw of his lemon soda until her outburst was over. Not too lost to reason to be crafty, the countess abandoned her tirade as suddenly as she began it and sank into her chair, trembling and tearful. “Well, then, I will tell you,” she said. ‘I promised to say nothing to any one. But, since you are such a pig, I break that promise. When we get back to the hotel, I show her to you.” “Her—who?” “The one I loan money to—the one whose bracelet it is.” Bruce was puzzled, but unconvinced. “All right, who was it?” he snapped. “Well, then—if I must tell you— Miss Harkness! But please—do not let her know I say this ” Bruce digested this a moment. “What would Mary Harkness be doing with a bracelet like that? That’s worth $5,000 if it’s worth a cent! And why should she borrow money from you, when she could pawn it? And why should she need money, anyway?” The countess shrugged. “How do I know where she gets the bracelet? Perhaps some man gives it to her . . . perhaps your father?” Bruce snapped “You’re crazy!” But his laugh did not carry conviction. “She does not wish to pawn it because of . . . the sentiment . . .” the countess continued, “so . . .” Bruce snorted incredulously. “She’d pawn it before she’d let you have it,” he decided. “She hates you, you know, because she thinks I’m going to marry you.” He realized his error in bringing up the subject of marriage, evidently, by the quick flush that overspread his face. The countess’ steady look did not waver. “And . . .?” she purred significantly. u “\TI7'E’LL not talk about that,” W Bruce cut her off. “We’ve talked it all out before a dozen times. I owe something to my father’s wishes. And besides, as I’ve told you, for me to do that would simply mean that he would cut me off without a penny. “Life in a Paris garret holds no charms for me, and as for you, my dear Louise—” he threw back his head and laughed boisterously. “Pah! You make always the excuse,” Louise replied coldly. “But I no longer believe that. Le papa is not an ogre such as you paint him—he is a sweet enfant, that papa of yours! He is not bad like you say!” “No?” Call him father, and see what a sweet infant he is. Don’t be fooled simply because he hasn’t thrown you out of the house. He’s too wise for that. But let the wedding bells tinkle ever so little, and you’d see! Besides, I have an idea that in his own sweet time he is planning to put the skids under our little romance anyhow ” “If we marry first and tell him when it is done—” Louise persisted. “No. I tell you!” “Very , well, then.” Something about her deadly quiet should have warned him. “Very well. Then suppose I tell you it was De Loma?” Her tone changed to a shrill fishwife scream. “Why should I not help him when he is in trouble? Is it nothing that once we were lovers? Ha. you did not know that, did you? “I tell you this now—l loved him more than ever I have loved you! At least he is a man of his word and that is more than you are, Monsieur Bruce Jupiter, the artist!” u tt THRUSTING the bracelet defiantly on her white arm, the thoroughly heated young woman flounced off in high dudgeon. After a brief interval there sounded from the road the low chuckle and roar of the Lorimer’s engine starting up and the diminishing sound of its passage into the distance. Bruce continued to smoke and to sip his drink in silence, making no move to follow. If Louise's taunt had jarred him he did not show it. His bland and unruffled countenance was as carefree, his manner as debonair as if he were seated at a sidewalk table of one of his own Paris cases. Bowen began to fear that he was to be kept smothering behind the hot wooden wall of the | shack indefinitely, until a quick I reconnaissance showed that he could leave by the far door and gain his own car without being seen by the preoccupied Bruce. It was a low trick to go off and leave the other man marooned in that out-of-the-way spot, but he did not relish being caught in the role of eavesdropper. And he fancied ! Bruce would not care for the idea, { either. Besides. Bowen had a notion this ! would be an excellent time to secure j a snapshot of the lady—while her | cavalier was far away, and in no mood for smashing cameras or impertinent reporters’ noses. “She got away from me, though,” Bowen concluded sadly. “The Lorimer went away from there like a bat out of hell. That coughing old j taxi of mine couldn't even sight it. “But I’m laying for her just the same. Borrowed a graflex from one of the picture men on the News and I’ll be hanging around the front door of the Ambassador unless they chase mq away. And I don’t think they will

“I’ve oiled the doorman with a tip on the fourth race tomorrow and a pass to the track, and we’re old college chums now. “Listen, chase her out to me can't you? It’s a swell chance. The sun’s right, everything's O. K. I've got a hunch I can dig up some dirt on her If the boys in the police morgue get a good look at her.” a a Ttyf'AßY was more than dubious; she was frightened. “She wouldn’t do anything for me,” she objected. “I’m afraid of that woman, to tell the truth! And from .your account, she must be wild!” “Oh, have a heart! Yell ‘fire’ or something! Shoo her out here just long enough for me to get a picture. I’ll wait. Better hurry, though, before Bruce gets back and makes it up with her, the sap.” “I don't promise anything,” Mary said. “I can try, but that’s all. “O. K.” Mary replaced the receiver on the hook thoughtfully. After a moment she took it down again and asked the clerk if the countess had come in yet. Told that she had, she asked for room service and ordered sandwiches and iced drinks sent up to her own room. Then, with trepidation turning her knees to jelly, she went down the hall and tapped on the other woman’s door. If she lost a moment, she knew her courage would ooze away entirely. “Who is it?” came in muffled tones after a moment’s pause. “It’s I,” Mary said gently, trying to soften the blow. Louise must have hoped to hear Bruce’s voice, contrite and pleading. “What do you want?” The door was jerked open about a foot, revealing the countess in heelless mules and a thin green silk robe, her thick black hair pushed back as she wiped cold cream from her cheeks with a towel. Wiped clean of makeup, she looked younger than Mary ever had seen her like a sulky, sensuous child. Her eyes bore the traces of recent tears. “I’ve sent for some tea —I thought you’d like some—l didn’t know you weren’t feeling well,” Mary stammered. r T _ 'HE countess averted her telltale eyes. She walked about the room restlessly, stopping to shake an empty packet of cigarets. She tossed it away angrily. “Come just as you are,” Mary urged. “There’s no one about.” Perhaps Louise surprised herself as well as Mary, but she came, wrapping her robe more securely about her. Perhaps her tiff with Bruce had made her welcome female company for a change. “Tea?” she exclaimed scornfully. ‘ln this weather? Horrible idea!” “Iced tea. The American version. It’s really very good. Try it.” With a pronounced sneer on her lips, Louise stretched out a white bare arm and accepted a glass gingerly. Midway of the soft round forearm flashed a beautiful diamond bracelet. “Oh, what a divine bracelet!” Mary exclaimed. “Have I seen it before?” At the same moment that the words came from her lips, the realization came to her that she had seen it before—on the arm of Mrs. Jupiter! Os course, that was what happened. The Fly, unable to dispose of the loot because of the tremendous publicity given the case, together with a minute description of the jewels, was reduced to the expedient of borrowing on it from his erstwhile love. He must have been hard pressed for money, and probably risked letting it out of his possession only on that hard-headed business woman’s insistence. But chance had foiled their intention of secrecy. Or had the countess let the beautiful bauble be seen deliberately? Bruce’s affections needed whipping up, if Mary was any judge. And a little discreet jealousy would do the trick! The countess stood without replying. She had no idea how De Loma had come by the bracelet and the thought that Mary might be speaking seriously disquieted her. This was only for a moment. “Do you like it?” she said negligently. “It was a present from my —from my former husband.” Mary felt a choking sense of excitement. She must get that bracelet! It would be damning evidence against The Fly—perhaps enough in itself to hang him for Mrs. Jupiter’s murder. As she stood turning the circlet in her fingers, pretending to examine it, there came a loud rap at the door. Both women jumped. (To Be Continued)

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