Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 289, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 April 1933 — Page 21

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BMtIN Ilf R( TOD AT ■JAVrr HILL brraK* her ensrsffotr.ent to ROLP C ARLYLE hm site iorn? he ha' "m pa-., g Ctei,;on* o BETTY KF.NMALL. vmi'.ln >or!ety girl. A jitt.e ,strr JUt'.f Pi: r, BfUv iopr, Jam inr' her aerretar;*: ]ob b'lt. due to her e : fi rr < rerommenda!;on. j* ntreri aa 'fcreiarv i.,v the wealthy MRS. ni' tie s;;i e Rolf she ha* he. tr , ■ ,r;.rt V v T. .JEER GRANT, yr, in* . "r. - ..o .red >.rr purse from a hold .p rr.an. Jar.et has told .Te!T about her r .ioiten rpgagemer.' and he has *rfr "ed he tare 1 , h.r a Kir. who ;s inlo'.e V.'.'. -ome one e|?e It 1< not until <h has wnriced for Mis C .f. for ome time that Jat.et > atns the woman is Be'tv Kendall's n.o'her. Then Janet wants to go away, bi' cire im.*'antes pie-.ent. She li.eijrs Her-. enmity, partir.:lar,'. af'er a i.itrh* when .lanet sees Betty w n VAN BANNISTER, rich yoi.n* bachelor Befv a-ks her mother to nis- < rarer jet.'- but Mrs Curtis refuse That evenm* Re'ty discovers her pearl )■ are Mrs Curtis and .tanet are at the apartment when peilire a .. e They been an lnsestlation. Ir'.m.emt.ers -he sent Janet to sh • ... • fav ot. an errand and • ' her e.f : 7 -he j.ecklare VO?, <.f ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER F ORTY- TW O (Continued) It vp.- kept insiclc its own box in the jewel case. She hadn't worn the pearls for a long while, but she was .sure she had look'd at ihem not more than seven or eight days ago. Let:. than that, .she thought. Patrolman Scott returned and reported there was nothing out of the way m any of the other rooms. And no mode of entry to the apartmfexcept from the corridor. McKewan shook his head “It's no a prof*; mnal job," he said, “or Hy:e bracelets wouldn't be here. Who's been around who knew you had :ha' and could have taken it? How about servants?” "Ther ,, 's only my maid,” Betty ts id him. Mane, who had been standing by Ihe door, alternately sniffling and wiping her eyes, turned toward B tty.' • I didn't do it!" she cried. “Oh, Mis' Carlyle, you know I didn't, do it! Fifteen years I've been working in some of the finest homes in Lancaster. and nobody ever accused me of taking anything before! I swear by all the saints !” “Never mind." McKewan told her gruffly. “Nobody's accusing you—ye'.' He jooked at Betty again. "Is there any one else who has Recess to the apartment? Any one who could get hold of a key?” As he said the last word, Betty Carlyle straightened. ILr dark eyes seemed to grow wider and she looked about the group, then back at the detective. All at once she exclaimed, “Yes, there's someone! Why didn't I think? It, happened today this morning and no one else was here!” 8 tt tt SWINGING around she jxiinted at Janet. “That girl!" Betty cried. “She was here this morning and she took the necklace! Arrest her and make her admit It!" “Betty!" Mrs. Curtis’ voice was shrill with dismay. “I gave her my key!" Betty went on quickly. “I told her to come here and get a book and bring it to my mother's house. The book was here—in this room—and she was a long time getting it. She made some sort of excuse. I remember." Ignoroing the policeman, Betty moved forward until she was direct ly ih front of Janet. "You took my necklace!" she cried. “And you'll suffer for it. I'll see that you go to jail!" The air was electric. Fqtur pairs of eyes turned on the t\vs> girls— Betty, angry and accusing; Janet, white-faced and staring. For an instant the room was perfectly silent. Then Janet said, “You mean—you think I took your necklace?" “Os course you did!" “I knew you disliked mo," Janet went on, still in the same quiet, unemotional tone, “but I didn't know you could do a thing like this ” Before she could finish the sentence McKewan interrupted, “Who is the girl?" “She's my secretary,” Mrs. Curtis told him. “Janet Hill. It's true she came here on an errand this morning, but I'm sure Betty's mistaken. Janet didn't take the necklace.” Betty whirled. “So you're still trying to defend her?" she exclaimed. “You would not believe me before, but this time you’ll have proof. I know she did take the necklace. She was here in this room and she knew where I kept it. Even Marie didn't know that! She's the only one who could have taken it." “But you can't!" Janet exclaimed. Alarm and fright were written on her face now. "You can't really mean you think that!" “Betty, please——!" It was Mrs. Curtis who cut in. McKowan's glance took in all three women. "I think," he said, “we'd like to ask Miss Hill a few questions. In private, if you don't mind." A moment later he faced the girl. Patrolman Scott, sat on the bench before the dressing table and swung one leg. All the others had gone. "Now then." said McKewan crisply. “open up! What did you do with those pearls?" CHAPTER FORTY-THREE 'T'HE room was in darkness and J there was no sound except a low, muffled sobbing. The sobs ceased -only to be resumed. They stopped, began again. Three raps sonuded on the door, and the sobbing was hushed abruptly. After an interval of quiet there more raps. A figure, hidden in the darkness, moved and then went toward the door. “W-who is it?" “Can I come in, Janet?" It was Mrs. Curtis’ voice The door moved inward slowly. Mrs. Curtis stood on the theshoid carrying a lighted candle. It was the candle that always stood on the table beside her bed. A loose blue negligee fell to the floor over her white nightgown. Her gray hair was screwed into a tight knot on top of her head. "I couldn't sleep." the woman explained. “I was afraid—oh. my dear, you mustn't feel so badly!” The light from the candle fell on the girl before her. Janet was in

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pajamas. There were tear-marks on her cheeks and her eyes were redlined and swollen. Her hair was tossed in wild disarray, and she looked thoroughly miserable. She said, “Come in!” and then quickly put her handkerchief to her mouth. Mrs. Curtis closed the door behind her. T was afraid Id find you like this.” she said. “Get back into bed, my dear, or put something on so that you won't take cold.” “I'm all right,” Janet mumbled, but she picked up a flannel bathrobe and slipped it about her. "Oh, Mrs. Curtis,” she said, turning quickly, “I want to go away. I can't stand it here with you thinking what you do about me. I'd rather be anywhere—in jail, if they want to put me there! I don't care—!’’ 8 8 8 AjTtS. CURTIS placed the candle on the table. "There, there!" she said. “You mustn't go on this way. Os course you're not going to jail. You're not going anywhere.” “But I want to! I'd rather!" “Sit town," Mrs. Curtis said. She moved toward the bed and turned on the pink-shaded lamp that stood there. “A little light will make the room more cheerful,’’ she said. And then, “There's no use in letting yourself go to pieces, Janet. I don’t think you took the necklace. I've already told you that." "But Mrs. Carlyle thinks so and those men—" “They ron't prove it if you didn't. The thing for you to do is to’srttle down and get some rest. You'll make yourself sick if you keep this up." Janet was silent. The older woman reached out and took her hand. “There’s nothing for you to worry about,” she repeated, “so long as you know you’re innocent." “But what am I to do?” The girl's eyes raised appealingly. Every one will know about it! They’ll look at me and they'll say things. I—l wish I were dead!” She began to weep silently. Mrs. Curtis stroked the girl’s arm. “I don't think any one will hear about it." she said. “I'll ask Betty not to tell any one. Now that the police are at work it won't be long before they find out who's to blame and everything will be all right.” "But suppose they don’t find out?” "They will!” Mrs. Curtis’ voice was confident. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they'd find the pearls tomorrow. They have all sorts of ways of finding things, you know. Os course, I'm terribly sorry about the whole thing!. I—l regret it deeply." Janet shuddered. “Those men think I did it." she said. “They said they did. They said I took the pearls to someone when I was down town this afternoon!” “There’s one thing" Airs. Curtis began hesitantly. “I don't understand why you went to the railway station, Janet. I had no idea that you were thinking of going away. Why didn't you tell me?” . “i was going to. I was going to tell you next Saturday.” “But don’t you like it here? Is there anything wrong? If you’d only talked to me about it—!” “I just—wanted to go away!” Janet murmured. “But why? What is the reason?” There was no answer for a moment. Then Janet said. “I can't tell you. I just wanted to go away, that’s all.” The woman sighed. “I wish you’d be frank with me. Don't you see I'm trying to help you? Why didn't you want to stay here?" Janet shook her head. “I can't tell you,” she said. 8 8 8 MRS. CURTIS stayed several minutes longer and. though she spoke comfortingly, Janet was sure that underlying her words there was a note of uneasiness and distrust. It hurt more than all Betty's denouncements, more than the frightful accusations of the police. (To Be Continued)

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•T IGHT AGAIN,” bv Blair Niles, is a novel which indicates that it is a whole lot easier to get into a lunatic asylum than it is to get out again. The central character of this book is a wealthy lad who is being pursued by an implacable dowager who insists that he marry her daughter . . . no. just because of his wealth and social position. Not being much of a hand at saying , 'no” and making it stick, the young man decides to pretend that he has gone balmy. So he puts on his act, with the connivance of a friend, and gets himself committed to a sanitarium. This, naturally, jars the dowager unbearably, and she calls off the pursuit—but, having got into the asylum, our hero can’t get out again. The friend who connived with him has got sick and been taken to Florida; and the doctors are all too familiar with patients who tell them, "Look, I’m not really crazy in the least." So in he stays. There his adventures begin. He gets acquainted with sundry freaks: pitiable folk who hide from imaginary enemies, or feel themselves to be Napoleon, or sit about all day smoking their thumbs: and he winds up by falling smack in love with a charming patient who is perfectly normal except that she can't remember a single thing that happened to her before she was locked up. I don't need to tell you, I hope, that the lady eventually recovers, that our hero finally is released and that they both live happily ever after? Published by Liveright, “Light Again” sells for $2.

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