Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 172, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 November 1931 — Page 31

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Marv *££!>' £I>E TODAY Thp pY HARKNESB clot* to *'nsnre hr old Mns'v>n9PJ E ■ wlth lflr murder of and e 215®- JUPITER, and later ran Edh B l> d him. the b.L*. “ ld . ed bv BOWEN, reporter sos, THira u ~ M *fV* nance. DIRK KUYlireE K b * I ? ves Edd >e xulltv as do don'nnSS *,'?£. UD th< ‘ Investigation. ar “™CE JUPITER. In his father s bad hefw. \ OWB t 0 rout Marv. who he nfife e * 8 Kold-dlgger. Jupiter has ™ BdR . M s; rv hls heir. Dirk orders Marv I® *"*ndon the investigation, but she Miami on the Junlter vacht. ?p 8r *hg The Flv will be at Hialeah to hls horse run. ..“he meets COUNT DE LOMA. old ac..uaintarjce of COUNTESS LOUISE. Bru re s irlend. Do Loma is listed as th J owner of The Fly's horse. .MR. JUPITER buvs a second-hand car 01 the same make as that used bv the murderer, and finds Eddie's I. O. U. for *19.000 In It. Bruce and Louise auarrel because she cannot explain where she got a diamond bracelet. Louise savs It Is Marv's. Bruce makes her give the bracelet to Marv. who discovers It was stolen from Mrs. Jupiter the night she was killed. Marv locks It in the hotel safe and takes out the rubles to wear at a hotel fete. Dirk arlves with the party of CORNELIA TABOR. Marv's rival. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT fContinued). “Over there—some one I want to see.” Obligingly he turned about and led her past the table she indicated. Almost immediately they were abreast of it. She did not really expect it to be Dirk . . . she had been seeing him In various total strangers ever since she learned he was in the hotel. This no doubt was just another optical illusion. Then suddenly she was looking directly into his eyes. For a long moment they saw no one else, he and she—just that long plunge of eye into eye while mixed emotions swept over them both. There was a girl’s surprised cry, “Why, Enrique!” It was Ethel, gaping at the man she believed to be in South America. De Loma barely nodded. Cornelia’s face stared at them frigidly—white, angry, stunned. Then in the spacti of an instant Dirk’s face changed as if a mask had slipped over it. With a look of stony recognition, he turned away. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE SOME time duripg the remainder of that first dance, which had become a horrible nightmare to Mary, she was aware of a severe bump—and looked around to see Rates, perspiring and apologetic, piloting a strange woman awkwardly nearby. De Loma’s start and quick leap aside startled her more than the collusion between the two couples. Though Bates bemoaned his clumsiness and begged a thousand pardons, De Loma’s look would have slain him if it could. It was not until she and Bates were left alone together at the table, while De Loma, lo whom there was no dance but the tango, went to speak to the orchestra leader, that she learned the little incident had been intentional. “He’s got a gun,” Bates whispered to Mary, as soon as the other two were out of hearing distance. “He carries it on the right side. Sorry to have to take that method of finding out, but I wanted to be sure. Did I step on you?” “Someone,” Mary confessed, wriggling a bruised toe, “but anything for the cause. So that was it! I thought you simply had two left feet.” “I have. But Lord, nobody could dance ..ith that dame, anyhow. She wigft-S. They never danced like that back in Buffalo, when I was learning.” The press of so many extra guests had made service slow; Mary noticed that their dinner was still in its early stages. Unless he chose to walk out and leave his food uneaten, Dirk was committed to remain where he was for some time, at least. Well, she would make that time memorable for him, she resolved fiercely. tt tt tt MR. JUPITER, who had been roaming restlessly along the low wall that edged the roof, ostensibly looking at the Ambassador’s famous “view,” now came back and leaned down to speak to her. “Mary, I’m going down to the ’Gypsy.’ I can’t sit here and see that fellow gyrating around out there like a—like a damned top! “He ought to be dancing on the end of a rope. By God, I’ll put him

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I there, too! It makes me sick to 1 watch him.” He did indeed look as if he were under a severe strain. Mary said I she would follow soon, and added in an undertone to Bates, “Hadn’t you better go with him?” Bates appeared worried. The old man looked far from well, but there i was the necklace to think of. ! Jupiter moved to the parapet again to see if he could pick out the “Gypsy’s” lights, and Bates and Mary e:Vhanged thoughtful looks. "I’ll put him in a cab anyhow,” he finally decided, “and be right back.” He hesitated, “I don’t like to leave you here alone, though—and I want to stop and see how the boys are coming with the searching of De Loma’s room.” “I’m not afraid,” Mary assured him. “Don’t be long, though. Hurry back!" “Listen! You better give me that!” Bates leaned forward, an anxious furrow cutting its way down the middle of his plump, pink forehead. “With that gun The Fly’s liable to think he can stand ’em all off and try something desperate.” “But I can’t give it to you, here!” Mary whispered impatiently. “Nobody’s looking. Pull your wrap up while you unfasten it. Drop it in your napkin and lay the napkin on the table, and I’ll pick it up. I’ll watch.” Mary did as he said, looking around languidly at her unobserving neighbors as she pressed the clasp and let the heavy loop of gems drop into her lap. Hastily she covered them with the napkin and laid the napkin on the table with as nonchalant an air as she could muster. a a a IV|R. JUPITER was tramping around the room to the exit. Mary suddenly saw De Loma and the orchestra leader end their confab and De Loma turn and walk swiftly toward their table. “He’s coming!’ Bates rose hurriedly as She spoke, grabbing the napkin and stuffing it in his inside pocket quickly. He cut straight across the room and caught up with Mr. Jupiter at thee door. De Loma dropped into the chair beside her. He had recovered his aplomb somewhat. “Ah, these American orchestras!” he scoffed. “They know nothing but the jazz. Would you believe he has not a single tango on the program for tonight? “I told him, ‘Play me the tango, and you will see something!’ He will play it, but he thinks not many in this crowd can dance it—they are older folk, mostly. For them he plays the waltz!” He shook his head in amazement. “What good is riches if you can only dance the waltz?” He was deadly in earnest about it, and in her relief at having the necklace out of her possession and safely tucked away in Bates’ pocket, Mary almost laughed. She was seeing anew and strange side of the man, but one that was as genuine in its way as his less respectable phases. Then he noticed that the other places at their table were empty. “They have gone and left us, eh? The old one? And Bates, too? Ah, but the night is young!” He turned toward her, switching on his passionate manner as if it had been an electric light. He made as if to take her hand, but Mary moved away convulsively. So long as he did not try to make love to her, she could endure him—but not that. Now she became aware of something under the napkin on which her right hand rested—something round, hard, like a handful of pebbles—the necklace! Bates hadn’t taken it after all. In his hurry he had seized an empty one and stuffed it in his pocket without looking—and the Jupiter necklace still was here, underneath her hand. She might have picked it up and put it on again—afterward it occurred to her that that had been the sensible thing to do. But at the moment she was too panicky.

i A LMUsr as line read ner j thoughts, De Loma suddenly i noticed the absence of the rubies. "You have—lost your necklace?” he asked in a choking voice, pointing to her throat. “Oh, no,” she managed to laugh. “I was so warm, and the stones are so heavy, I just took it off." He drew in a deep sucking breath and leaned back, his sinister face relaxed. She saw his eyes creep- : ing over her, the table, her handbag, searching it out. “But you had me frightened for a minute!” he chided her. “Such a valuable string easily could become—lost in a crowd like this.” “I asked Mr. Bates to lock it up for me,” she said, deliberately, answering his unspoken question. His face hardened, seemed to lock together as if he were shutting in his feelings with a titanic effort. He was silent so long that Mary began to wonder if he were going to speak to her again at all. At that moment the orchestra began to play “Two Tears.” Unsmiling, he tapped out his cigaret and said “It is the tango. Will you dance it with me?” “Will you pick up my gloves, please?” Mary asked, on sudden inspiration. “I think I dropped it over there.” Surprised, he bent over and made an effort to locate the glove, which lay where she had thrown it—under the table. There was nothing for him to do but get down on his knees and pick it up. In that moment, Mary unclasped her purse on the table, slipped the necklace into it and clasped it again. She was shaking out a fresh handkerchief to account for that loud snap of the handbag’s fastener —if he had heard it—when he arose, flushed and patently illpleased, from his chivalrous errand. tt tt tt nPHE problem was far from solved, Mary realized, but it was the best she could do for the moment. Where on earth was Bates, she wondered furiously? His “I’ll hurry right back” had been spoken at least half an hour ago—or so it seemed to her now. Reluctantly she rose and let De Loma’s arm encircle her. She dreaded to dance—with Dirk there, watching. She couldn't bear it if he looked at her again—like that. De Loma broke in upon her thoughts, nodding toward the table. “Do you leave your purse there like that? How careless you are!” “It’s safe enough,” she shrugged. And indeed, she felt., the danger was about the same either way—whether she left it lying there, or carried it with her. And there was the change Bates would come back in a moment, and take charge of it. “Besides,” she added, “there’s nothing in it.” He did not believe her, she knew. “Let’s not dance,” she said suddenly. “Not dance? But this is the tango they are playing expressly for you and me! Here,” he reached out and stuffed the handbag into his pocket, “I will take care of that for you. Come!” a tt tt WHERE, oh, where had Bates gone and why didn’t he come back? Wildly her thoughts flew, devising ways to get the purse away from him, trying to guess -what he meant to do. Had Bates put men on to watch the doors as he said he would? Where was Bates? Panic seized her utterly. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AT THE EARTH’S CORE

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