Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 288, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 April 1933 — Page 17

APRIL' 12. 1933

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RFfilN 111 RF, TODAY JANET HILL bri-aus har. rnfas'rr.pnt to ROLF CARLYLE h*n she i>arn*h* L**! rr-'n nav.rur attention, to BETTY KENDAI.I. wra:*. - aocl*tv nr!. Jnet, 2.1 ,i ■ rrta.v to BRUCE HAMILTON, al fit;- :.k n.anacrr of Evrrv Homo M s. i rje Rhr sttil lovr* Rolf. •JEFF GRANT, young fr.B'.neer saved Ivr purse from a holdup man and aha and Jeff breome fri<-ndF When aha le;.rn<. Rolf has eloped vlth Betty she tel! 1 j*ff about her broken enyacement aid ik s ai.c can never care for auv- '’ e ■ Har.J’on leaves the maKarine and *e. e : for Jat.et as v.rta! .e< retarv to his sister. MRS CURTIS It is severe.' . s iiefore .Jane b arns Mr* Curt is Is I Jet t v Kendal s mother. Then she fer. she should bo away but cireumatai.ees prevent R<.if . r.d IV ‘ v return from their h* u moon a .and move to their own apart.’!.'Mrs Cur'.* Boes to Stiver Ba a lake resort. takinß Janet with her 1;."\ stav a month. One ninht s!.ot':v after the.r r- torn Janet aoes for a d-: >• with Jeff. They see a man and- hes.de a wrecked car Jeff fops otfers to take the couple to the near, -t farm hot.se. Janet recoeni/e* u.e o'•( - Betty Carlvle and the rr,at. as VAN BANNISTER A few davs later Bettv asks her mother to dlst: S'” Janet M— Curtis refuses. NOW 1.0 ON WITH Till STORY CHAF’TER FORTY-ONE fCon.l Ncvrrt helf'.s- , Janet’s time was taken up until near 3 o'clock. She was dressing when she heard the car In the driveway. That, meant that Mrs. Curtis soon would be on her way. It was twenty minutes past 3 when Janet left the house; and walked to the bus stop. The day was warm and yet there was a hint Os fall in the air. Tall comos and yellow chrysanthemums nodded their heads in the breeze —the only flowers left where a dozen varieties had bloomed a few weeks before. Another week and September would be gone. Almost six months had nassed since Janet had left the rooming house and moved to Mrs. Curtis’ expensive home. ”1 wonder.” she thought, “where 111 he in another six months?” It war rather exciting. In six months she would be in a different city, doing entirely different things. Janet hadn't quite decided where she was going. That was the chief reason for her trip downtown today. # She wanted to inquire about fares at the railway station. New York was the favored destination, if it didn't cost ton much. If it did, there were half a dozen others. a tt tt DURING the ride down town she planned eagerly. She had a little over S2OO in the bank. Three weeks’ salary added to that and she would have enough. A week from Saturday she would tell Mrs. Curtis that she wuas going away— Janet discovered with surprise that the bus had reached Center street. She pressed the button and descended. Marsh’s was the nearest department store and she went there. She bought hose, a re-fill for her vanity case and a bottle of liquid shampoo. Then she hurried to the railway station and approached the information d>.k. The young man behind the counter was most obliging. He got out time-tables and marked them for her, quoted prices and wrote the figures in the margin of the page. With the time-table folders tucked under her arm Janet turned away. Disregarding thrift, she stopped at a shop on the corner and ordered a soda. She ate the cooling concoction thoughtfully. Already she was seeing herself miles away from Lancaster, and for the first time the thought frightened her. In a strange city without friends, without even one acquaintance, what would she do if she couldn’t find a job? If she should lose her money or become ill to whom would she turn? “But I won’t lose my money!" she assured herself scornfully. “I won’t be ill. Other girls have made their own way and I can, too!” Nevertheless the adventure had lost some of its glamour. When Janet reached her own room, she put the timetables away and did not look at them again. There was scarcely time anyhow. Mrs. Curtis arrived before Janet was downstairs and shortly afterward dinner was announced. It was in the living room later,

w BY BRUC6 CATTOM

THE spring murder mysteries seem to be. pretty largely, run-of-mine stuff, not unusually good and not, thank fortune, unusually bad. Here are three new ones you might enjoy reading. there’s "Corruption.” by Richard Curie (Bobbs-Merrill: s2>. A former secret service man visits an old school chum and finds a series of murders just about to begin. The school chum has got himself involved with a neighbor's wife, and she seems to be a bad 'un. Our secret service man manages to foil the worst part of the plot, and the book depends for its effect on suspense rather than on mystery. It gets rather scary, too, what with secret graves in the garden. midnight vigils in empty houses, and such-like. Then there’s ’’’Hag's Nook.” by John Dickson Carr (Harper’s: s2>. This has to do with a long-aban-doned prison in England, from whose windows the men of a certain county family have a habit of falling and breaking their necks. It's an eerie place, this prison, with secret hiding places, dark hallways, ghostly assassins and so on: and there's a delightful old professor who solves the riddle between gargantuan swigs of beer. This book is of the don’t-read-late-at-night variety. Lastly we have "The Brownsville Murders." by B S. Kierstead and D. Frederick Campbell (Macmillan: A motorist finds a murdered man on a lonely New Brunswick road. Tli? corpse vanishes, another one appears and vanishes likewise, and then a third one is found in a wood. It's all pretty neatly done, and the mystery is finally untangled by a sergeant of the Royal Canadian mounted police.

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while Janet was dealing out the cards for a second round of two- j handed bridge, that the telephone rang. Lucy answered. “It's for, you, Mrs. Curtis,’’ she said. “It's Mrs. Carlyle.” The older woman rose and left j the room. Two minutes later she j was back. “Janet!” she cried, “tell j Frederick I want the car. Andi hurry! Well have to go at once!” “But, Mrs. Curtis, what is it?” “Something terrible has happened. Betty’s been robbedl” CHAPTER FORTY-TWO. THERE were five persons in the bedroom with its low, moderni istic furnishings in orange, and ! ivory and black. All of the lights in the room were burning. Drawers of the dressing table had been i pulled out and left open. A dress lay discarded across a chair and a hat had been tossed on the bed. Betty Carlvle was the center of the group. She wore a gold-colored negligee that caught and held the light and she would have looked very beautiful except for the anger in her face. “But I tell you I'Ve looked!” she exclaimed. "Everywhere. The necklace isn't here and someone's stolen it! I know it was in my Jewel case—” “When did you see it last?” Mrs. Curtis asked. Betty stamped a foot impatiently. Why do you keep asking the same questions?” she demanded. “I told you I haven't seen it for a week. I It was in the case where I always keep it. I haven’t been wearing the necklace—just my bracelets.” “And the bracelets?” “They’re still here. That’s one of the queer things about it. Some- i one must have come into the apartment while I was away ar.d taken the pearl necklace.” Rolf Carlyle moved toward a table and flecked the ashes from his cigarette into a tray. “You know, I've told you you shouldn’t keep all that stuff here in the house,” he said. “It isn’t safe. Why, with your rings and those two bracelets and the other things you wear, there must be a couple of thousand dollars’ worth of jewels in this room.” “More than that,” Mrs. Curtis said. “The necklace cost SBO0 —” a ABELL sounded sharply and Marie, the maid, who had been standing in the background, turned to answer it. Marie’s eyes were red as though she had been weeping. “That’s the police, I suppose,” Betty said. “We might have been murdered in our beds for all that loot!” Rolf grumbled as the four trailed Into the living room. Betty followed by Rolf and Mrs. Curtis, and lastly Janet. A policeman and a smaller man in a brown suit stood in the doorway. 'Die man in brown stepped forward. “Mrs. Carlyle?” he asked. “I’m Mrs. Carlyle,” Betty told him. “You’re from the police, aren't you? I telephoned.” “Yes, Mrs. Carlyle, McKewan's my name and this is Patrolman Scott. I understand there’s been a robbery here. “Someone has stolen my pearl necklace,” Betty told him. “I didn’t miss it until this evening, when I was dressing. The necklace was in •my jewel case where I always keep it—” “Suppose you tell us just what happened,” the detective interrupted smoothly. “How did you happen to notice the necklace was missing? What time was it then?” “It was about three-quarters of an hour ago,” Betty said. “Maybe a little less. My husband and I were going out, and I was dressing. I was sitting at my dressing table and I pulled out the second drawer—that’s where I keep the jewel case. The case was there but something about it made me look at it. It didn’t seem to be the way I always kept it. Not quite the same position, I mean. I took the case out and opened it—and then I saw the necklace was gone.” “This was a valuable necklace?” Mrs. Curtis answered. "It cost $800,” she said. “I gave it to my daughter two years ago.” Rolf spoke for the first time. “That’s one of the strange things about it. There were two expensive bracelets and some other jewerly in the box. Nothing was touched except the necklace.” “Can we see the room?” They returned to the bedroom. McKewan paused for an instant to survey the room, then followed Betty to the dressing table. “Was it like this?” he asked. “Were all these drawers open?” ‘‘No, I did that after I found the necklace was gone. I wanted to see if I could possibly have put it anywhere else. But I hadn't. It’s not here!” n tt it PATROLMAN SCOTT crossed the room and looked out the windows. There was a sheer drop to the ground six stories below. “Whoever took the necklace must have come through the door.’’ he said. “Ar.d gone out the same way.” “Might take a look at the other rooms, McKewan suggested. “See if you find anything.’ “Now, Mrs. Carlyle, McKewan went on, “you say you've made a thorough search, but are you sure you didnt just misplace the pearl? Couldn't you have dropped them into another box, or passibly another drawer?” “I didn't!” Betty denied rigorously. “I know very well that I didn't. You can look for yourself. I They've been stolen.” | A complete and careful search i failed to reveal the pearls. McKewan asked further questions. Betty admitted that she had not seen the necklace for several days—possibly a week. (To Be Continued!

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

As Tarzan saw the tightly bound Englishman, he half-smiled, saying: ‘’They will fill their bellies tonight!” Jerry Cecil grinned: “PYom the fuss they made,” he said, “the beggars must be hungry. Hhey almost ate me alive when they brought me in.

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‘ How did they get you?” Tarzan shrugged his head ruefully. “It was my own fault,’* he replied. “I deserve to be eaten. Falling from a broken branch, my foot caught and I came down era my head. Otherwise they would not take me alive.” -f ♦ j • • *■ —*

—By Ahem

OUT OUR WAY

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“Is there no escape?” asked the Englishman. “I have escaped them before,” replied Tarzan, “and I have seen another escape even when a dozen spear shafts had pierced his body, and the fire had been lighted about his feet.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Lieutenant Cecil shuddered. “God!” he exclaimed. “I hope I don’t have to face that. I could stand anything but the fire. I should hate to show fear before the devils at the last moment.” “Listen!” whispered Tarzan.

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