Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 176, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 December 1931 — Page 13

DEC. 2, 1931.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY .MARY HARKNEBS olots to ensnare 23?* Flv ;„ who “framed'’ her brother. 524 le - w J th ,he murder of MRS. JUPITER and ran him down to keen him Irom telling. MR. JUPITER aids her as does BOWEN of the Star. Everyone else believes Eddie yuiltv. Including DIRK RUYTHER. Marv s flance. who forbids her to Investigate further. His family objects to the notoriety. „ BRUCE JUPITER and a auesttonable friend. COUNTESS LOUISE, trv to rout Marv. believing she is a gold-digger trvlnsr to steal Bruce’s inheritance. They follow The Fly to Miami. Bruce ouarrels with Louise over a diamond bracelet given lier bv The Flv. She save It Is Marv's. Bruce makes her give It to Marv. who discovers it was stolen from Mrs. Junlter the night she was killed. The bracelet Is locked uo as evidence. Using the famous Jupiter necklace, as halt. Marv dances with The Flv. who arts It awav from her. He kisses her and Dirk knocks him down. Dirk twists his ankle and fa nts. The Flv gets awav with the necklace In a handbag, but Is frightened back bv a policeman and returns It. Marv has Dirk taken on board the yacht, the Gypsy. The Flv goes along and makes another attempts to steal the necklace. Bowen sunDlles Marv with proof that the Countess Is an adventuress. The Ovpsv sails with all on board. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-TWO (Continued) She felt as though she had dropped a heavy burden from her shoulder. The sun was shining in her stateroom porthole when she awoke. Mary stretched, casing her cramped muscles. She had been so exhausted that she had slept without moving. With the action, vitality rushed back into her refreshed young body, and she bounded out of bed, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She looked like a slim boy in her rumpled silk pajamas as she ran to the porthole and peered out. Bates nad vanished from hfs post long since. Far off on the horizon line was something that might be either clouds or land, but in between was sea, a calm expanse with only here and there a whitecap to break the blue-green, mirror-like surface. There was an occasional roll of the ship as it was caught by a halfsea, and a slight quiver of the deck as the powerful engines drove them through the Atlantic at fifteen knots It was such a glorious morning, and she felt so invigorated by her night’s sleep that the events of the night before retreated to the back of her mind like a bad dream. Anything was possible—any nice thing, that is—on a day like this. Even Dirk might have relented and forgiven her. She hummed “Happy Days’’ as she splashed in the shower, then gave herself a drubbing with a towel, filled the air with an extravagant cloud of bath powder, and set about dressing with a light heart. She donned a plain white linen frock, white shoes, a little blue coat with brass buttons and a blue beret. “And am I hungry!” she exclaimed, as she strapped on her wrist watch, noting with surprise that it was almost 11 o’clock. There was no one on deck, so she went below to the dining salon. Apparently she was not the only late sleeper. Sea air had played its tricks on the rest, as well. She was hardly prepared, though, for the scene that met her eyes. nun DE LOMA sat stiffly in his chair, at the foot of the table, stabbing at his grapefruit with a vicious spoon. At his left Louise sat listlessly, looking, Mary thought, a little greenish about the mouth as though something eaten the night before and the roll of the boat were not agreeing, quite. Bruce, has face like a thundercloud, sat on Louise's right, and in the master’s chair at the head of the table Mr. Jupiter applied himself steadily and not too silently to a generous plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “Hello, everybody!” Mary called out brightly, “and a pleasant morning!” Her good humor brought no response. De Loma and Bruce barely nodded. The countess did not even look up. Mary slipped Into a seat at Mr. Jupiter’s left—the remaining chair was Captain Hendricks’, but the doughty captain breakfasted at no such effete hour. “A glass of orangle juice, Frank, some thin brown toast and a soft-

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boiled egg—three minutes, just.” She beamed at the old steward. De Loma pushed back his chair with a loud scrape. “You will excuse me, please,” he said, bowing sarcastically. “I shall take a walk around the deck.” He was taking It fairly well, at that, Mary decided, after a critical glance. She was curious to know what explanation had been given him for this sudden sea-trip; surely he must have beer, dumbfounded to awaken and find himself shanghaied in any such high-handed fashion. Whatever it was, it was plain that he had lost his taste for red-haired young women with promises in their eyes and no intention of keeping them. Well, let him go. He would not be unobserved, wherever he went, even though the excellent Bates was In his cabin, getting a little long-deferred sleep. He was a prisoner with every man on the yacht his jailer. Did he. know it yet? Mary could not tell. “May I inquire why you brought that man aboard?” Bruce demanded angrily as soon as De Loma had departed. “And what does this sudden sailing mean?” With Louise present, naturally it was impossible to tell him of the night’s events. Mary looked doubtfully at Mr. Jupiter, before replying. “Your father hopes to do a little fishing, I think,” she answered. “If he can get the right bait.” Bruce looked from the girl to his father and back again, sensing a double meaning in the words. “But why take De Loma, of all people?” he asked, puzzled. n n MR. JUPITER cleared his throat and made his first contribution to the conversation. He continued to look with innocent, bland eyes at the water decanter in the center of the table, as he spoke. “Possibly as a companion for the countess here,” he said. He turned to her with elaborate courtesy. “The man is an old friend of yours, I believe you told us?” The countess’ eyes flashed. She did not reply. It was not possible for her to be longer deceived by the lamblike exterior he had shown her. The “sweet child” was not so guileless as she had believed. She was beginning to have real qualms. She was a lady not without experience, and she had read such signs before. Nervousness, combined with mal de mer, unmanned her for the time being. She rose and rushed from the room, Bruce following hastily, hurling a savage look at his parent as he did so. “Brute! To harass a helpless woman!” the look said. Mr. Jupiter chewed industriously. His eye glinted humorously in Mary’s direction. “Take back everything you’ve ever said about newspaper reporters,” Mary.told him, “or I won’t give you what I’ve got upstairs.” “And what’s that?” “The countess’ history—or part of it. All down in black and white. Newspaper clippings. And George Bowen is the man you have to thank for it.” “Is that so?” Delight made itself evident in the old man’s face. “Well, now, if we get rid of that hussy, we’ll have to make that boy a little present.” “Wedding present it will be, I think.” Why did she flush as she said it? George Bowen was nothing to her. It surprised her to find that she missed the faithful lad’s adoration, now that it was focused on the attentive Miss Brown. Wanting only Dirk, she still would have found it pleasant to keep Bowen at her chariot-wheels, too. What a little cat she was! It amazed her to discover this about herself. Was that—could it be—how Dirk felt about Cornelia's dogged pursuit? Was it merely human vanity in both of them? She began to see things in a clearer light. Remembering Dirk sent her hurrying below to see how he was. The first cloud fell on her day as she opened the door and saw him lying, staring with wide, pained eyes at a corner of the empty cabin. Her heart turned over with pity for him. He looked gentler, somehow. Loneliness and helplessness

can do that to the most stubborn of us. She went softly forward, and before he could object, put her arms about him, and kissed him on the lips. * CHAPTER FORTY-THREE AFTER the first moment of surprise, in which he had responded to her kiss as of old, Dirk drew away and regarded her steadily. The scorn in his eyes made the blood mount hotly to Mary’s cheeks. “What are you doing here?” he asked roughly. “What do you want?” “Let me do something for you—isn’t there anything I can do?” “Yes. Put me ashore.” The old surliness was in his voice. “It seems to be your yacht, so of course, I can only ask ” “Dirk, please!” she threw out her hands to ward off the unkindness. “You can’t think that of me, still!” “I don’t think of you at all.” “That’s a lie!” she flared at him. “You were thinking of me as I came in.” . “All right. Shall I tell you what I thought of you?” “No, for it’s all too plain!” She bit her lip and tried to get her anger under control. After all, he was ill and he needed rest and quiet. “I’m going to sit here until you go to sleep,” she told him firmly, and sat down with a magazine in a chair nearby. Minutes ticked away in silence. Dirk had turned his face to the wall, after bidding her do as she pleased. She stole glances at his averted face as he slept, or pretended to sleep. He looked so ill that suddenly she was frightened. Was a sprained ankle as serious as all that? In a remarkably short time he was really asleep. She rose and was about to tiptoe from the room, when voice in the next stateroom attracted her attention. What stateroom had she put The Fly in the night before, she wondered? Was it three? It must have been, for it was his voice she heard. n n tt “'VTONE of your damn business In where I got it,” he was saying. “I want it, that’s all.” There was mumbled response, and then his voice loudly again—he must be standing very near the open porthole. “What do you mean you haven't it?” he half-shouted. Louise, in a strident undertone, countered with a question of her own. “Say, whose bracelet is that, anyway? Why is it so important? And how did you come by it, may I ask?” “Do you think I’d be fool enough to tell you? Give it to me!” “And what if I tell you I haven’t got it? I can’t get it, either. She’s got it!” “What!” It was like the roar of a charging bull. After that there was the sound of the porthole being closed; caution made them lower their voices until Mary had to strain to hear them. She could not catch what they said. Evidently they believed the stateroom next them to be empty. (To Be Continued)

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