Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 14, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 May 1932 — Page 21

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Ings had been torn down. It was an ugly, impoverished part o ( Wellington™ that Cherry never had seen before. She had not known it existed. mam THE neighborhood became more dreary and lean respectable. Then suddenly it took a turn for the better. On either aide of the street three and four-atory apartment* appeared. Neat-looking brick dwellings with curtained widows. All much* alike. Comer stores tKat seemed more prosperous. This was Taylor avenue. “Almost there." Dan said. “Slow up a little, so I can watch the numbers." Obediently. Cherry slowed the car. It was before one of the more pretentious apartments that Phillips gave the signal to halt. • “I'm going in here,” he said. "Inez ia auppoeed to be with some blends named Baker. The dope is she didn't know Duke was going to make a break for it today, but I’m not sure. Anyhow, I won't be gone long—” “But, Dan,” the girl interrupted, “I'm coming with you!" “You can't. Cherry." She put a hand on the door to follow him. "Please let me!" she begged. “I won't be any trouble. Oh, please. Dan!" Phillips shook his head. “I'm sorry. You can't come and I've got to hurry—!" Her eyes citing to his appealingly. Before she could speak. Phillips went on Impatiently. "My God. Cherry, don't you understand? I can’t let you go into a place like that! Wouldn't let any girl go in there. T ought not to have brought you, but I was a damned fooi and forgot? Duke Smith’s a gangster and and some of his mob are liable to be around here. Tell vou what you do —drive over to the other corner and park. I'll hurry—won't be gone more than ten minutes. That's the girl!" Cherry smiled wistfully. Obediently she wheeled the car about, to the other side of the street. Then she watched Phillips disappear through the glass-paneled door. She parked the roadster as he had instructed, turned off the motor. Tensely she watched that door as the moments passed. They tick<-d off on the tiny platinum watch strapped to her wrist. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Why didn't he come? Rebellion faded from the girl’s eyes to be replaced by anxiety. Gangsters. Dan had said. “His mob ...liable to be around.” Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty* Oh, why didn't Dan come? She was not afraid. She told herself she wouldn't be. There was nothing at all to be afraid of. Suddenly Cherry Dixon gripped the upholstered seat at either side of her. Dan Phillips, the man she loved, was in that house and something had gone wrong. It was almost half an hour since he had left her. Something—something terrible had happened! White-fared, the girl slipped from the roadster to the ground. She made hpr way across the street to the door of the building. ‘ Firmly she grasped the knob, pulled back the door and went Inside.

CHAPTER THREE SOME of the names above the mail boxes titled tipsiiy, an that ’ thev were difficult to read. Others 1 lacked identification of any son Cherry searched the list, but nowhere could she And the name 'Baker." It must be there, though. "Baker” was what Dan had said. Unless he'd found the place he'd have come back.’ But there was no such name on the list of tenants of the apartment The girl turned uncertainly. The exterior of the building had proven ' deceptive. The small square entrance way in which she tood was soiled and down-at-heel. Brown walls with hideous panels! of scenic wall paper on either side. Finger marks smudging the woodwork. The simulated tile floor In need of soap and water. What should she do? Cherry's fears were rising. It was at that instant that a grimy urchin, caplcss and wearing a sweater too large for him. appeared on the ! other side of the outer door and stared at the girl through the glass panel. She drew back the door. “Do you know if some people named Baker live here?” she asked. The urchin nodded. Traces of some sticky stuff showed on his cheeks. The blue stare of impassive eyes regarded her, but the child did not speak. “Can you tell me where to And them?’’ The urchin pointed a sticky Anger to the door at the left. Through the glass portion of the door, a short flight of stairs were reveal and. Evidently it led so a hall. Somehow the child reassured Cherry. It couldn't be such a dreadful place if there were children about. Timidly she put a hand on the door. It opened. She went up the steps gingerly and found herself In a long passage. There was a dim yellow light half way down the hall. Its meager rays showed doors on either side—probably a dozen of them. Gray daylight filtered through a window on the landing where the stairs turned. The thing to do now would be to knock at one of these doors and : ask where the Bakers lived. Cherry took two steps forward—j and drew back in dismay. There were voices, men's voices, raised and angry, behind the nearest door on the right. • mm THE voices continued. One of them grew louder than the 1 others. Oh, there was no doubt j that the men were angry. Sud- ! denly Cherry heard the clatter of a key turning in a lock. They were I coming! In panic, blindly, the girl ran up the stairs and turned at the landing. She heard the door open below and the men came out. Breathless, she flattened herself against the wall. Now they were gone, but ahe dared not go down Stealthily Cherry crept up the stairs to the second floor. She must find someone to help her. She must find Dan! Marshaling all her courage. Cher- ; rv stepped forward. , She raised a j hand and knocked at the door bei fore her. She never could remember the rest. The deafening roar of a gun's report, the sharp, stinging sensation : in her arm, her own shriek—they seemed all to have happened at once. Out of the darkness she was able, vaguely, to hear voices. One that was familiar. A pleasant voice. Whose was it? Cherry' opened her eyes. “That's the girl, Cherry! Feeling better now?" Why. it was Dan who was bending over her! He seemed to have him arm about her. "Dan—what happened?” “Never mind about that now. Here, see if you can drink this.” He held a glass to her lips. It was sharp, biting stuff that stung her throat, but she drank it. Dan's face looked worried. What w f as the matter? Suddenly, Cherry began to remember things. That drive down strange streets—lnez Somebody whom Dan must find—waiting outside in the car Cherry felt a knife-like twinge of pain in her left arm. A little moan escaped her lips Then she saw that the arm was bandaged and there were blotches of red on the white cloth. Fright widened her eyes. “Dan—?” she began, but was interrupted. “Listen, honey, do you think you can stand up if I put my arm around you? We want to get you to a doctor. Here, let’s see if you can make it!” She was lying on a davenport in a room she never had seen before. Strange faces were peering at her. Several women, a half-grown girl', the grimy urchin she had seen downstairs, and two men. It was not an attractive room and they were not attractive faces. Her arm ached. “Try it. Cherry,” Dan prompted. “I'll help you.” Obediently she tried to rise. The

TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

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throbbing pain made her awkward. Phllllpa lifted her, carefully and gently. When she was on her feet she leaned against him. “I—l can make it!" she said. The girl’s voice was almost a whisper. She took a s*ep unsteadily. “Wait—here's your coat" m m m '"T'HFTY managed to get it around her. one arm in it sleeve and ' the other hanging loose. One of the women helped Dan. Then, slowly ! and painfully, they made for the door. It had been one of the rooms on

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the second floor In which Cherry had found herself. They reached the hall. There Phillips picked the girl up and carried her in hi arm* down the stairs. Not until they had reached the entrant* way did he set her down. “Arm hurt much now?” he asked. “It's pretty sore.” she admitted. Was it—a gun that went off?” Phillips nodded. %Oeht have been a lookout or just some crazy drunk. Whoever did it was gone when I got there. The main thing, child, is to get you to a doctor’s office.’ *

They left the building Suddenly Phillips brushed around the girl and a little in front of her. "Stay close to me!" he murmured, “And let me do the talking!” Not six yards away, coming toward them, was a blue-coated officer and a youth. “Just a minute there’” the policeman called. Dan and Cherry halted. "Do you live in this building?” the policeman demanded. “No.” “Then what, have you been doing there?” “Why. officer, were looking for an apartment. Stopped to see if

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there were any for rent, but we didn’t like the looks of the place—” “Oh. you didn't?’Hear any commotion while you were in there?” "No, sir.” “Sure of tha*’*” “Why. yea. I'm sure we didn’t hear anything. Is something wrong’ Has anything happened?” Phillips tone and manner were completely convincing. With a shrug and noncommittal exclamation. the policeman dismissed them and entered the building, followed by his companion. Neither Cherry nor Phillips gave the younger man a second glance.

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They hurried across the street to the roadster. As Dan wag starting the engine the girl said. “Oh, Dan—mv purse!” "Can't, go back now,” he told her. "Not with that flat-fool there! After I get you in a doctor’s office I’ll com# back for it.” Cherry's arm burned painfully. Two great tear drope, unbidden, slid down her cheek Firmly ahe! gripped her teeth, resolving not to cry out. (To Re Continned)

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