Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 175, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 December 1931 — Page 13

DEC. 1, 1931.

Gems of Peril ia*

BEGIN here today 'rtvij'RY HARKNESS plot* to ensnare THE Ft.Y. who "framed” her brother. Eodie. with the murder of MRS JUPlibb and runs him down to keep him trom telllne. MR. JCPITER aids her. as •oes BOWEN, reporter for the Star. . wvaijronc else believes Eddie c:\iiltv. jnrludlmr DIRKQ RUYTHER Mary's nance, who forbids her to Investigate further. His famllv objects to the notoriety. „ BRUCE JUPITER and a Questionable friend. ‘'OL'NTTFS LOUISE, trv to rout Wary, believing he Is a gold-digger trying to steal Bruce's inheritance. They follow The Flv to Miami Bruce Quarrels with Louise over a diamond bracelet given her bv The Flv. She savs it Is Marv's. Bruce makes her give the bracelet to Mary, who discovers It was stolen from Mrs. Junlter the night she was killed. The bracelet Is locked up as evidence. ~ Wearing the famous Jupiter nec<c!ac. Marv dances with The Plv. who gets it nwav from her. He kisses her and Dlric knocks him down Dirk twists his ankle and faints. The Flv gets away with tho handbag hut is back bv a policeman and returns it and the necklace. Marv has Dirk taken on board the vacht. the "Ovpsv.' The Flv *oes alonr NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE (Continued) With his arm under the younger man’s shoulders he raised him to a sitting position and held the glass to his lips. Dirk opened his eyes slowly and took the offered drink. Full consciousness returned and he looked around the room. His eyes lighted as they reached Mary, and she started forward eagerly. Then his look hardened as he remembered the events of the evening and he fell back on the bed. “You run along, Miss Mary,” Captain Hendricks urged “We’ll take •are of your young man for you.” ana MARY was on thp verge of crying as she stepped out on deck, but she had too much to think about to give way just yet. There was a light under Mr. Jupiter’s door and her first act was to put the rubies in his possession, with a breathless account of the evening's fright, end Bates’ failure to show up. Once the rubies were locked in the cabinet safe, she felt better. Let The Fly get them now, if he could! “I’ve brought him on board, and I think he means to stay,” she told him. “But to tell the truth, I’m terribly frightened of him . . . he’s a devil . . She closed her eyes to shut out the vision of that grinning, lustful face above her own; involuntarily ahe drew her hand across her lips as if to wipe away his kiss. “Leave him to me!” Jupiter thundered. “By God, I can handle him! Can’t shoot the fellow down In cold blood, but there are other ways “Where Hendricks?” Suddenly he was a bundle of energy, cracking out commands. “Tell Hendricks to get up steam at once. We sail at midnight. If Bates show's up then, O. K. If not we’ll go without him.” “Where to?” Mary asked in amazement. “Tell him Dry Tortugas.” “You’re going to take him—fishing with you?” The old man did not answer. A demoniac gleam was in his eye. “I’ll show him some—fishing,” he promised savagely. Wondering Mary ran to carry his order to Captain Hendricks. “And captain, send a man ashore to look for Mr. Bates and Bruce, if they don’t return within the half hour. We don’t want to be delayed waiting for them.” # a a HENDRICKS was deeply impressed by the order. He stood a moment lost in thought, but he did not seem ill-pleased—on the contrary, strangely excited and rather happy. “So—you’ve got him trapped, eh?” he mused. He was a hearty, vital sort of man, fond of life and with an insatiable love of adventure which his seafaring life managed to satisfy only in part. He was as interested in the capture of Mrs. Jupiter’s murderer as any outsider could be. And as for the imminent struggle with a dangerous criminal, Mary could have sworn he was loking forward to it with keen anticipation! The Fly wheeled about as she came up behind him, with the alacrity of a man trained to keep his face toward his enemies. “You mustn't think of going ashore tonight,” Mary told him. “I’ll have the steward prepare one of the vacant staterooms for you.

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“Did you like your drink?” there was a faint suggestion of archness, a softly caressing note in her voice that caught his ear instantly—the ear of a born Don Juan, keenly attuned to such nuances. He began a conventional protest, j but she hurried on: “Please! Mr. Jupiter is so anxious j to avoid publicity and the reporters 1 will pounce on you if you set foot ashore. “If they come here, we can refuse to see them. But that one on the pier still may be -waiting—there may Ibe dozens, by now—” She shuddered, and moved a trifle nearer. “Besides—that girl on the roof, j the one for whom you danced?” He looked at her in surprise, and she shook a roguish finger a him. “Ah, you didn’t think I knew? If you go j back now, I shall think you go back to her!” j His gallantry challenged, he spent ; the next half hour protesting the charge, inflamed with the ardor of i the chase, held in spite of himself by the spell of this girl’s loveliness, doubly potent in the cool moon- ; light. It was nearly midnight before Mary could get away, utterly worn l and nerve-wracked from the strain lof being alluring without actually submitting to his advances. Finally she sent him to his stateroom, in a steward’s charge. She undressed wearily. Thank God, they would be under way soon. Bates had not arrived, nor Bruce . and the Countess. But any minute I might bring them. i She slipped on a negligee and ! went out on deck for a last look toward shore. The yacht was quiet ! except for a muffled pounding and j stir below decks where the fireman was tending his oil burners under ; the boiler. Mr. Jupiter's room was just I around the corner from her own. One of his stateroom windows | opened on the deck beside where j she was standing. She slipped quietly along and stopped just by the porthole. A reassuring snore sounded within the stateroom and she sighed with relief. Stepping on around the corner I she saw what seemed to be a j shadow disappearing around the ! forward bulkhead. Stifling a j scream, she crept back into the shadows. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO AS Mary stood shivering with dread, uncertain what to do, she heard the sound of oarlocks and the bump of a boat as it hit against the suspended gangway. Picking up her skirts she ran along the deck, and almost fell into the arms of Bates, coming up the gangplank. She could have kissed him. ‘•Oh, Bates, I’m scared! The Fly is aboard,” she whispered, “as my guest, and I think he’s prowling around after the rubies. “I just came out on deck and someone ran from near Mr. Jupiter’s door. I told him Mr. Jupiter had them!” “Stay here,” Bates commanded. He unbuttoned his coat and loosened the revolver from its holster under his arm. Staying in the shadow of the upper deck he moved quietly along the bulkhead. She saw him stop and test Mr. Jupiter’s door, then disappear around the corner, where the shadowy figure had run but two minutes before. The seconds passed like hours as Mary leaned back against the wall, straihing her eyes to catch every sound. Then Bates reappeared so noiselessly that he startled her. “All serene,” he reported. “The old man’s door is locked and The Fly is back in his stateroom—three, isn’t it?” Mary said “Yes.” I heard him moving around and there’s a light under the door. “You run along to bed now' and old Henry Q. Bates will take care of things. I’ll camp right up there on the upper deck in a chair where I can see both your stateroom door and Mr. Jupiter’s. Run along, and pleasant dreams.” Mary wrung his hand. “Bates, you’re a darling!” “Sure I am. But listen, what’s the program now? We didn’t find a thing in De Loma’s room Not a thing. Had to tear up carpets and

everything. That's what took me so long. You didn’t worry, did you? Anyhow', your necklace is safe—right here in old Bates’ pocket." He reached into a capacious inner pocket, and drew out the rolled up bundle of napkin—unfolded it bit by bit in his palm, saw that it was empty. A horrible, pop-eyed expression froze his face. “It’s gone!’’ he gasped. It was like the last groan of a dying man. B B B “■pvO you mean to say you didn’t \-J know that, until now?” Mary cried. “You picked up an empty napkin—l’ve got the necklace. It’s In Mr. Jupiter’s safe.” Devoutly, Bates ejaculated “Oh, my God!” His arms fell limply it his sides. “Well, how did you—w'hat did you—did you have any trouble—” he stuttered, overcome w’ith shame. “Plenty! I got back with it, but my hair’s snow white. Tell you all about it in the morning. Now don’t you fretr—it wasn’t your fault!” It was her turn to pat his shoulder reassuringly. To help him out, she changed the subject. “Can we get under way at once? Did you see Bruce and the countess anywhere?” “They’re on the pier—the kid’s gone back for them now. By the way, here’s something your fat friend sent you. He was sitting on the dock waiting when I came up—he wouldn’t give it to the sailor.” He handed Mary a thick envelope. Curious, she took it to her room. A single sheet of note paper held the words “Here’s the' dope. Keep these. I stole ’em out of the morgue, and I’ve got to return ’em. But I couldn’t resist telling you the good new's." There were clippings, yellowed, ringed about the word “De Loma” with a blue pencil and stamped on each clipping w'as a date—the date of its appearance in a Miami paper. The clippings, read in chronological order, gave the newspaper account of the doings of the celebrated French actress, Louise De Loma, on board a Havana line steamship way back in the year 1924. The steamship line and all other parties concerned evidently had succeeded in hushing up the matter pretty thoroughly, but enough had leaked out through the excited tales of fellow-passengers to show up the lady as an adventuress of an old, familiar type. She was not deported, but evidently she had been only too happy to accept the hint of Miami police officials and return to Havana immediately. At any rate, she went—threatening that her husband would sue. There was no record in the clippings of any suit being brought. Mary put the clippings back in the envelope, and laid it under her pillow. Good old George Bowen—to give her this to sleep on! She went to the porthole and looked upward. There, on the sun deck, as he had promised, she could see Bates’ dark figure in its steamer chair, silhouetted against the lighter sky. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AT THE EARTH’S CORE

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—By Ahern

He saw a girl with her wrists bound behind her, a rawhide leash around her neck, its free end held by a brawny warrior. She was of starling beauty. Well indeed, thought Tarzan, might she be acclaimed the most beautiful woman of Zcram. Avan, the chief, received the returning warriors in the center of the village. He looked with favor on the girl and listened attentively "while Carb narrated the most important details of the expKdii^on.

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