Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 34, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 June 1933 — Page 13

JUNE 20, 1033

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_ _ BEGIN HERE TODAY BARRETT COLVIN buck in New York *'l*r four year*. And* himself much t---tr*rtd hv 2fl-Tr*r-oW ELINOR STAFFORD. Barrett is J 5. wealthy and haa mad* a name for himself a an archeologist Edlnor i mother. LIRA STAFFORD i* beautiful and. because she want* attention for herael*. ha* forced her daughter to wear unbecoming clothes and Keep jn the background Lida scheme* constantly to keep in good grace of her husband's wealthy aunt, MISS FI,LA SEXTON. In order to Inherit a share of the Sexton fortune. Barrett * half-sister MARCIA RADNOR tells him she la terrified for fear her husband will learn of an unfortunate episode In her past. Year* before Barrett shielded Marcia when a vouth ll flirtation ended disastrously Marne had a *on whom Barrett adopted. The bov Is 9 years old now and his tutor HAROLD DEXTER, has threatened Marcia with blackmail. She declare* that If her husband learn* the truth he will never forgive her. Barrett goes to visit 9-year-old GERALD. hi* ward. He has decided to discharge *he tutor and find anew home for the bov. He calls on Miss Ella Beaton who tells him she can not decided to v hom *o leave her money. Barrett ref Jf es to advise her As he bi leaving he meet* Lida Stafford Elinor's mother. Lida Koes to met’ VANCE CARTER. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHT morning Higgins appea rod with a card upon which vu engraved the name, “Mr. Harold Dexter.” ‘ Show the young man in, Higgins. ’ said Barrett as he laid the card on the tray from which he’d taken it. He waited, standing, chin hardening. A moment and Harold Dexter appeared in the doorway; a bottleshouldered young man whose pallor was increased by dark, horn-rimmed glasses. There was an oily, nervous smile on his weak face. "And what can I do for you, Mr. Dexter?” Barrett asked without prefacing greeting. "I want a chance to talk with you. Mr. Colvin.” “You have it." “May I sit down?” “Certainly.” Harold Dexter settled himself In a chair. Barrett, waiting, wondered how he could ever have been deceived by the young man for a moment. The newcomer moistened his lips. “I didn't like my dismissal, Mr. Colvin," he began. “I don't like you or you would not have had your dismissal,” Barrett responded with equal frankness. “Why don’t you like me, Mr. Colvin?” “Because, for one thing, you're a liar. You told my sister I hadn’t paid your salary. You know you were paid well and on the dot.” “I should have been paid well! It isn't everyone who’ll take charge of a child whose parentage is unknown. I had in my keeping the honor of your family, Mr. Colvin. One is sometimes compensated for such trusts—” “Yes, if one is a blackmailer. You know blackmail Is a prison offense?” Barrett questioned levelly. For a moment Dexter shrank. Then he smiled. “I will deal with your sister, Mrs. Radnor, if you don’t wish to deal with me.” BARRETT’S face changed. A surge of blood seemed to swell It and harden it. “Or with Mr. Radnor,” Dexter went on, menacingly. “On what terms?” Barrett asked. His voice, he realized, was not betraying his anger. “On terms Mr. Radnor should decide when he learns the truth. I know the story, Mr. Colvin. I have taken pains to look it up! I will say that you managed the affair very well Very well, indeed—” “You will spare me your comments if you don’t wish to be knocked down!” Barrett said hoarsley. “Lon Moore's death was fortunate,” the other, drawled, smiling. “Not so fortunate as yours would be.” Barrett heard himself say. Dexter's voice continued. “Say SIO,OOO for the moment, Mr. Colvin?” “Ah, so it is blackmail!” Now was the time to tackle this thing, once and for all. “So it’s blackmail,” Barrett repeated. “I’ve reminded you that’s a prison offense. The police will act quite promptly. I’m sure. I understand they are rather anxious to talk to you—” The other man’s surprise was

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obvious. His oily face whitened. “What?” he exclaimed. “We can settle this very promptly!” Barrett continued. He moved toward the telephone. “Look here. Mr. Colvin, you’re not going to call the police, are you?” “I certainly am." “But think of your family, your sister ” “There Is nothing about this affair that can afreet my sistar. I have been threatened with blackmail and you will suffer the consequences. Aside from this crime you have just attempted I will give the police the other information that has come to me recently. a b a BARRETT had taken a chance, was fightntf fire with fire and seemed to be winning. “Don’t do it, Mr. Colvin!” he cried. “Don’t telephone the police. 1 didn’t mean to harm you. It’s just that—l wanted the money. If you’ll let me get away I swear I won’t make any trouble.” Colvin smiled. His hand was on the telephone. “I’m quite sure of it,” he said (steadily. “Because, you see, you can’t. The tale you proposed to carry to Mr. Radnor would only cause him to do the same thing I am doing—notify the authorities. “Don’t, Mr. Colvin! Give me another chance. I’ll never bother you again!” Fifteen minutes later Barrett was alone. He stood at the window, staring down at the street. He hoped he had done the right thing, but how could he be sure? Was Marcia really safe? Her baby was to be bom in January. Perhaps it would have been better to pay the SIO,OOO. If Dexter should find out that his threats were all a bluff—! No. Barrett wouldn’t consider that possibility. There was nothing to do now but hope and pray that the fear he had put into Dexter would endure at least until Marcia was well again. Later if there were trouble she must face it. He telephoned to tell her he had seen Dexter. The matter had been settled and there was nothing more for her to worry about. He prayed as he said it that the words were true. An hour later, a note arrived from Miss Ella Sexton. The note read. “My great-niece, Miss Elinor Stafford, is to take tea with me this afternoon at 4. I would be charmed to have you drop in at that hour if it suits your convenience.” a a tt THE day dragged. On the stroke of 4 Barrett crossed the street to be admitted by Craven. Elinor Stafford was already there and Barrett found his heart quickening as he turned toward her. “I spoke of your mother,” said Miss Ella to the girl. “I understand she is going south.” “Yes, Aunt Ella.” “She wrote me that Dr. Simpson said a change of climate is necessary for her recovery from a nagging cough.” “Oh," Elinor murmured. She looked surprised and then flushed to stare down at her cup. “Has your mother been troubled with the cough long, Elinor?” Miss Ella asked, sharp eyes on the shrinking girl. “No—Aunt Ella.” ■ “Hum—■!” Miss Ella murmured as she sensed the fact that another lie had been told for her benefit. When Elinor rose an hour later Barrett, looking down at her, said boldly, “Do you know I’m going to drive you home?” “Are you?” she answered, pleased. “I wish you would, Barrett,” put in Miss Ella. “I don’t like to have her abroad alone as the dusk falls. In my day such a thing was un-heard-of.” Barrett Colvin found himself for the first time approving wholeheartedly of Miss Ella’s Victorian standards. How little the girl seemed beside him! “Shall we go?” he asked. (To Be Continued)

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Only for an instant was Lieutenant Roger Cecil made unconscious from the mid-air accident after the flying splinter struck him. But that Instant almost proved fatal to the plane, himself and Olga, the spy. When he awoke to a realization of their peril it was also to discover that his motor had stalled.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

The plane had attained frightful momentum in falling. The ground seemed too close for him to flatten out in time to make a safe landing. Directly beneath them was a narrow gorge whose bottom looked fairly level and sand covered. In the brief instant he had to make a decision, it seemed safest to attempt a landing this gorge.

—By Ahern

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This he did, but not without considerable damage to the plane and a severe shaking up for himself and his passenger. Though fortunately neither ’of them was injured, their condition seemed a hopeless one. Roger doubted if he could repair his plane and continue the journey east. And he knew they could not cross the desert on foot, facing thirst at i hunger.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

After the plane came to its disastrous stop, the young aviator turned quickly to see what the effect of the accident had been on the girl. He found her pale, but smiling, and for several seconds the two stood looking at each other in silence. “This is the end?" the girl asked. The Englishman shook his head.

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