Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 170, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 November 1931 — Page 13

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begin here today ifiW? HARKNESS plots to ensnaro 2f“ h T*'J- *h believes framed' JJff Vo h( , r i. roDlt ' With the murder of don IRS V. J P?, ITER - *nd later ran Eddie flown and killed him. aided by BOWEN, a reporter TwrS* S J B ,r Mary's fiance. DIRK RUYpollce t)e^leves Eddie guilty, as do JUPITER returns from Europe w ? m an friend and Is ordered out father, who makes Mary his C. .V,. ? ruc ' vows to rout Mary, who "' thinks is a cold-digger. , uirlc lorblds Mary to see Bowen or r? n M.nue the investigation. She goes m*,. on l he Jupiter yacht, hoping *ly will be at Hialeah to see hi* orse run. T -®* 1 ® meets COUNT DE LOMA De J 8 llßt *d the owner of The ;i V 8 horse MR. JUPITER has a car 25' he same make as that used by the murderer, but he explains It was bought ITHH. ' x P'rimenta] purposes. Hr finds b! 8I: ° v ,or *l’ooo in the car. #,„w!2SP overhears Bruce and Louise . s?* because she can not explain . ,„* ri s.®!" JL ot a diamond bracelet Louise ffV 8 It Is Mary's. Bruce makes her give IP® b t*f' 1 et to Mary, who discovers it *he aa*£llfed m Mrs " Jupiter the n ‘B ht Mary goes down to put it In the hotel '"counter* The Ply, who Is * C *J*O off by BATEB. the detective. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX (Continued). She lifted her clenched hand from t he bag and held it behind her while with the other she made an awkward search of the bag's contents for the bracelet. Panting with disappointment, she t hrew Mary off with a lunge of her elbow, and brought her right hand out to inspect the jewels she clutched. As sight of them her mouth fell open. “Oh, oh—how beautiful!” she breathed rapturously. “So that is w'hat they are like—the Jupiter rubies! And they are yours ” Unconsciously she emphasized "yours.” Mary nodded. “They are mine.” She held out her hand. “Give them to me, please.” The countess jerked the necklace back out of reach. Her eyes were coldly calculating. “Where is my bracelet?” “I told you! It’s in the safe” Mary snapped. “Now, give me those before I call the police.” •Sulkily the other walked past her 1o the dresser, jerked open its drawers, searched hastily among the contents, slammed them shut. Balked, she let the rubies fall slowly, musically, rel u c tantly, through her fingers to the glass dresser top. tt n tt MARY picked them up, slipped them gently into their case again. Hungrily, the green eyes watched them disappear. Mary tossed the bag into a. drawer. She raised insolent eyes to the other’s envious face. “What would I want with your silly bracelet?” she asked witheringly. The countess straightened. Her teeth came together with a click. “Tomorrow, then,” she said. “But no later!” Suddenly Mary drew the surprised Louise back into the room, and closed the door. “Would you really like to own those rubies?” she asked in a tense undertone. The other merely stared. She was too surprised to answer. “I'll give them to you—the day you sail for France and promise never to see Bruce Jupiter again.” The countess’ eyes widened. Then she jerked her arm away. She laughed, shortly. “So that is what you want? Well, you won't get it.” She drew off and her contemptuous gaze swept the girl. “Why, Bruce wouldn’t look at you, you—baby! If you knew how he despises you!” a a a MARY said patiently, “I don’t want Bruce, but I don’t suppose I can convince you of that so I won’t try. All I want is to save his father's heart from breaking. And it will break—if Bruce marries you!” This time the countess could not trust herself to speak. She slammed out of the room. Mary sat down, spent and weak, and laid her head on her arms folded upon the dress-ing-table. She would have given anything to be able to run away from the whole affair as fast as possible. But the curtain was about to go up on the last and most dramatic scene of all. Resolutely, she stood up and began to fasten the Jupiter necklace about her throat. How odd it made her lipstick look! She tried others, but they were all too pale. The magnificent, sultry crimson of the gems brooked no competition. At last, with a disgusted gesture, she wiped the rouge off and left her lips natural. The rubies should have the stage tonight—not she. It was their right. If The Fly were lured to his ruin it would he they, not she, who did it. She lifted them, cradled in her hand, and kissed them fiercely. It was like a dedication. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN. MARY laid a light velvet wrap about her shoulders and stepped into the hall as soon as she heard Bates’ door close. He stood resplendent in evening dress, clawing at his collar, an improved but still a brightly sunburnt young man. ••All set?” “All set,” Mary replied. “Lord.” he groaned. "I thought this job was a cinch when I took it. Yachts, parties—but phooey!” He lifted his chin as far as possible out of his unrelenting collar, settled it back again and said resignedly: “Well, let’s go.” He hummed lugubriously a bar or two of the “Dead March.” A trace of the old Mary was in the giggle this provoked from her. “It will be cooler on the roof,” she comforted him. She had grown rather fond of the little chap in recent days; how competent he was as a detective she did not know, but he was doggedly willing and a cheerful soul, and she owed him something for the smiles he gave her. She thought of the money Mr. Jupiter had given her and decided suddenly what to do with it. She put it in his surprised hand and clenched the fingers on it. “No!” he boomed loudly, aghast. But she made him take it. ■ For being a good egg,” she said. “How did you come out with your puzzle?" •Oh, that.” He seemed relieved to change the subject. "I didn’t get much done on that. Took all my time getting into this boiled shirt. ••Maybe I ought to stay down and work on that he asked hopefully. “I could, if you weren’t sporting that necklace around so free—” “You come along. Let the picture puzzle go for the present. More than likely itjust some political

candidate he took a dislike to. Even criminals have their politics, I suppose.” a u o BATES rapped on Mr. Jupiter’s door, eyeing the necklace meanwhile. “Phew!” he remarked. “Some class, eh? There's going to be several hundred mighty jealous wrens at the party when they glimpse that, believe me.” “Come in!” yelled Mr. Jupiter in a voice that made them both start. As soon as they entered, they realized that he was very angry. Bruce was there, leaning against a chair, examining the tip of his cigaref vith half-closed eyes. nodded toward chairs, then turned back to Bruce. “Go on! Say what you’ve got to say,” he commanded roughly. Mary’s heart sank —a quarrel with Bruce at this particular moment? If only the old man would soften his attitude toward his son a little, she thought Bruce might be won to his father’s views much more easily. But Bruce's manner hardened to meet his father’s. “Let me get this straight,” Bruce frowned, "I’m to understand that you suspect De Loma of being the man you're after!” Jupiter, Senior, nodded. “Good Lord!” Bruce burst out. "I despise the chap, certainly, but —do you realize the absurdity of that? Why, he's an old friend of Louise’s! “She's known him for years, and whatever else he may be, surely it’s nonsense to try to make him out a murderer, a—a thief —” When no one spoke, he continued in a tone that struggled to keep reasonable. “I grant you he may not be precisely a lily, by the strict American code of morals, ethics and whatnot. “He's nobility, you know. And post-war conditions—l don’t say he may not have turned his hand to a shady deal or two, to keep from starving—” Mary had an impression that he was talking to bolster up his own courage, that behind this scornful front he was frightened. The spectacle of his Louise in the arms of a man of that stripe was horrible to him. Against his judgment he must believe the best of the man or see Louise as horribly smudged by her former association with him. “To keep from working, you mean,” Bates interjected disgustedly. o tt u BEFORE Bruce could reply Mary checked him with another question. “You haven’t told Louise what we know about De Loma, have you?” Bruce regarded her steadily. “Not yet,” he said deliberately. “Look here, father, perhaps I can’t alter your ideas about this man just yet, but I can alter them about some one else, I imagine. I happen to have certain facts that —well, that ” “Out with ’em!” the old man snapped. “No hemming and hawing. We’re in a hurry.” He looked at his watch. “It’s 7 o’clock now.” “I’ll be brief,” Bruce sneered. “It’s this: I think all this pursuit of De Loma is simply a fake on Miss Harkness’ part. He is the first man who came to hand. Therefore she points him out as the murderer. “Where is the real murderer? I fancy the authorities know best about that! Why, this girl is working you for all she can get out of you, can’t you see it?” Bates moved forward threateningly, but Mr. Jupiter held up a restraining hand. “So far I’ve submitted with fairly good grace to all this hocus-pocus, but I ask you—isn’t it odd that the pursuit of this—phantom, let us say —should take on the general lines of a pleasure jaunt of the first order? “A long yacht cruise—a look-in at the race tracks—a life of considerable charm in this rather attractive resort —Bermuda in the offing. and " Bruce indicated the blanched girl with an impatient gesture, “my mother’s jewels flaunted all over the place!” He stopped, got hold of himself, spoke in a quieter voice, like a lawyer ending his diatribe, “Now, I submit, father ” “You submit what?” his father prompted, in a level voice. “Why, that you’d do better to get rid of this woman and forget the other thing. She’s broken with her fiance. For what? Because she's after bigger game. You! “She’s carried me along very graciously because she can't get rid of me. Why,” Mary felt as if the scorn in his eyes would wither her where she stood, “right under your nose she’s grabbing right and left whatever she can get her hands on —right now she’s got a diamond bracelet of Louise’s salted away! “How’s that for cuteness? De Loma loaned it to Louise, and she got it away from all of us. Why, she's slicker than De Loma dares to be!” There was a long minute or two of ghastly silence, broken by Bates’ heartfelt exclamation, “Well, I'll be damned!” He laughed then—positively roared. tt n

MR. JUPITER quirked an eyebrow, looked as if he would have smiled, too, if he had not felt so heartsick at this tirade of his son’s. Mary stumbled to a window and looked out. Father and son faced each other. “That bracelet,” Jupiter spoke gently, as if to a Child, “was your mother's son. It was part of what the—robber got when he—when he shot your mama and got away. “I’d know the bracelet anywhere. I had it made specially for her the time you didn’t come home, that summer—remember? You said you would and then something changed your plans. She felt kinda bad. 1 wanted to give her something. “Why,” he looked around at Mary excitedly, “I believe to my soul, it’s got her initials in it! Did you notice. Mary?” Mary shook her head. “Well, it has. You look next time. If Louise got it from De Loma. then that proves all we’ve been trying to prove. “Sure as sin. he’se the man killed your mama. Bruce. Now. is that enough for you? Anything else you want to say?” Bruce still leaned against the chair, but there was something altered in him—a sort of crumpling of the spirit that drew a faint pity even from the girl he had just denounced. After all, he was only a rather strong-headed young man who had

swallowed an overdose of cynicism and sophistication at too early an age. Mr. Jupiter spoke to him then more gently than Mary had ever heard him. “Bruce, my son,” he said, “we need you. Will you help us?” Bruce drew himself up, refusing to meet his father's eyes. He was not yet ready to give in. “There must be some explanation ” he stammered. “Till I’ve heard both sides, I can’t ” I “You’ll not speak a word of this to De Loma or to that woman, either!" Jupiter flared. You hear me? I’ll put you under lock and key if you don’t give me your j solemn promise not to open your : mouth on the subject to either of them, until we've had a chance to make an arrest. Promise me.” a a "V/fARY came forward, laid her hand on Mr. Jupiter's threatening fist. “Let him do just this, if he will,” she soothed. “Ask him to keep Louise away from the hotel for this evening to avoid any further scenes. Keep her where she won’t see or speak to De Loma, until we’ve done what we planned to do tonight. “If De Loma learns we have the bracelet, it may be dangerous, you see—” she explained for Bruce’s benefit. “I imagine you won't want to have dinner with us now and I’m sure she won't.” “You imagine correctly. Nothing would give us greater pleasure than to offer you our regrets.” With that Bruce went out. Mary turned impulsively to the old man, her heart wrung by the forlorn expression on his face. “Don’t worry. He’ll come around all right. Everything will come cut fine—see if it doesn’t!” She kissed him lightly on the cheek and was relieved to see his eyes twinkle at her mischievously. “He certainly slammed you around proper, didn’t he miss?” he teased. There was an unaccustomed flash in the gray eyes. “I’ll make him eat those words some day!” “But look here,” he turned serious suddenly, "you oughtn’t to take a chance wearing that necklace up there, Mary! It—it worries me ” “Just let him see it!” Mary pleaded. 'Then I’ll take it off— Bates or you can take it away and lock it up again, if you like. He thinks I’ve got it out of the safe, but he isn’t sure. “If he ’shows up tonight at all, this will make him try for it now. I don’t want to wait any longer—either —I want to know quickly. And then as soon as the police take him, I want to get back to New York.” “That so?” Jupiter seemed surprised. “Now I kinda counted on ycur going on a little fishing trip soon as this is ever—kinda made up my mind I’d like to try some baracuda down around Dry Tortugas ” tt tt tt MARY said tremulously, “I’m afraid I’ve lost my fish and I must go back and get him!” Suddenly she was crying, to her intense mortification. “Ho!” Jupiter scoffed, patting her shoulder. “He’ll come running the minute he sees you. Don't you worry.” “Say!” Henry Bates demanded, gruffly. “When do we eat?” They all went out to the elevator together. There was the sound of a telephone ringing, and after listening a minute they decided that it came from Mary’s room. Bates groaned at the delay and rolled impatient eyes to the ceiling to indicate the state of his appetite. At first the voice over the wire appeared to be no one Mary recognized. She was about to hang up, thinking someone had called the room by mistake. It was a girl's voice, and she appeared to be pleasantly excited about something, “It’s the mail clerk, Miss Harkness!” “Oh,” Mary said, “of course. Stupid of me. You’ve a letter for me. is that it?” “Not a letter, Miss Harkness, but I wanted to tell you—you’ve been so anxious for a letter from Mr. Ruyther—that he’s here, now.” “Here? Where?” “Here in Miami. At the Blackstone, I think. But just look at tonight's paper, under ‘New Arrivals,’ and you’ll see it. I have to read it every day. you know, to know who’s stopping at the other hotels, in case the wrong letters came here, you see—” “Thank you! Thank you!” “I thought you'd want to know!” In a perfect daze of happiness, , Mary hung up the receiver. Dirk was here! Dirk had come! I He hadn’t written, he had come himself! (To Be Continued)

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