Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 164, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 November 1933 — Page 11

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BY 1 Os WEDEMAR (Copyriitnt, 1933. bv The Times) EDITORS NOTE—The narrative, ‘ Black Hawk,” Is purely fiction and its leading characters exist only in the author's imagination. a a a SYNOPSIS IVha* has happened in the first two Ins• ailments A ir.v-teriou- menace who •Hn- himself with a winged deaths head and the title, Black Hawk, has threatened to destroy all Industry in central Indiana. There has been ar. explosion at Ft Harrison Robert Martyne wealthy Indianapolis major of military Intelligence. United S’ate.s armv ***: • • ten a lined to investigate the rase Major Martyne leaves his new office in ‘he postofflce to go to go to lunch with Ava Breen, whose father wants her to marry Dr. Lionel 8\ George, wealthy Indianapolis scienJ l *', an absent the led•ra. building is bombed. Bob and Ava drive her sister Dolly, to Crow .; Nest to get her out of danger. a a a CHAPTER THREE WITH Ava looking very lovely beside him. Bob took his turn at the wheel of her car and drove Into downtown Indianapolis. She had not spoken since the moment when, as it seemed they were about to "kiss and make up,” something she remembered had made her turn away. As they turned around the Circle she asked, thoughtfully: Just what is it you're fighting, Bob? Do you know?” "No. But almost certainly it's a fi*dnlan who calls himself 'Black Hawk.’ We don't know who he is, of course, or where he hides. He can put up a pretty diabolical game of hide-and-seek with me, if he knows Indianapolis and this part of the country.” “What is he—one of the escaped convicts?” “I don't believe so, although he may have headquarters in the Terre Haute underworld sector.” “You don’t know who he is, or what he looks like So he may come right up to you and kill you any time, without giving you a warning! Oh, Bob!" Ava exclaimed. “I'm afraid!” “What's the matter?" “Why did you get mixed up in this awful thing? I won't have a moment's peace ” “Ava,” Bob responded, smiling, “you used to make fun of me because I spent all my time doing nothing, and was of no value to my country or my city. Now I have a chance to be of service, and you don’t like it.” “You could have picked something safer than this." “What difference does that make to you?” , a it a \VA could not answer. They ■*- drove up to the postoffice. Bob was anxious to see the situation, now that things had quieted down. A crowd still lingered around the building, and police lines, while more flexible, still held. Detective Chief Fred Simon was in command at the emergency headquarters on the first floor, to which Bob and Ava were taken. “There’s a call waiting for you on the government switchboard,” Chief Simon told Bob. Bob was put through in a few moments to the Chief. "I have a few reports for you,” the Chief said. “The two letters from Black Hawk were typewritten on a Remington Noiseless portable, 1930 model, standard keyboard. There were no distinguishing characteristics to help us at this time.” “All the same, we’ll watch for silch typewriters.” Bob replied. “Quite right. Now, the map, we have found with the assistance of the Bureau of Standards, is torn from an Automobile Bluebook guide for tourists. It might have been obtained anywhere, and is virtually untraceable.” “But, somewhere, there's a copy of that Bluebook with part of a map torn out of it!” non •'T'HAT’S so. Major Martyne. X And I hope you can find it. The postofflce inspectors report that both letters were mailed in Indianapolis. stamped with special delivery stamps and airmail stamps which had ben purchsed some time previously. “You may be able to trace the sale of the stamps, however. The letters were mailed at the regular outgoing mail window in the postoffice.” “Thanks. Chief. By the way, I think I have figured out how he knew of my assignment. For several days I have seen mysterious strangers wherever I went. “I thought nothing of them until now, but apparently I've been under pretty sharp surveillance. He probably knew that it was likely I would be called in.” “Very’ probably: you're the ranking M. I. officer in the district Well, keep at it. major!” Ava whispered to Bob as he hung up the receiver: "Remember—we

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saw someone in the corridor upstairs as we were going out at noon! ” “That’s right! I had forgotten. Then we re both objects of the unknown's attention! Must be very careful, Ava.” Detective Chief Simon, to whom Bob now formally introduced himself, told them in a few words what progress the police had made. They had checked all the injured, and none of them had seen anyone suspicious, who might have planted a bomb in the building. “Mightn't it have been from an airplane?” “It might have, but the idea is pretty outlandish to consider at this stage.” “There may be a lot more outlandish incidents before we are through. Chief Simon.” “Perhaps.' a a a ON a wide clearing in a southern Indiana forest a strange rite was concluding. It was an amazing scene for the heart of a wilderness, in the dead of night. At one end of the field was a large rambling wooden structure, with many additions and annexes. Through the windows could be seen complicated laboratory equipment of various kinds, powerful electrical apparatus u’hose source of power was a swift stream running nearby, and an astonishing variety of mechanical contrivances. Rude shacks around the edge of the field housed fast automobiles and airplanes; there were motorboats in the river, and a wireless antenna ran between two high towers. In the cockpit of a black monoplane, in the center of the field, stood a tail, lean man whose sunken cheeks, hooked nose and protruding eyes suggested a bird of prey. Around him were gathered a group of men of all ages who were following intently his every word. There was an indefinable kinship between the speaker and his listeners —something in their physique and in the expression on their fa^es. They were like acolytes bowed before a high priest. They groaned in unison when he said. “We have been treated unfairly,” and as he breathed a deep, melancholy sigh, the very forest seemed to sigh in sympathy. a a a have your instructions,” he JL said. “I must go away again, and leave this place under your protection. So far we have kept it secret from the rest of the world, and it must remain so. “There has been no attempt to approach this place for some time, by land, but our guards must be maintained. Fluent tongues may be needed, but you have them among you. Our greatest danger is from the air, so the camouflage must be kept carefully in place.” He indicated an isolated stone hut. “Stay away from the nitrine. Some of you will be called for special duty, as I need you; others are now doing their work in and near Indianapolis, Washington and elsewhere. I myself shall be among them, in many guises.” Something hypnotic in his eyes kept the gaze of the listeners fixed upon him. A young man who stirred restlessly was rebuked by a sharp grunt from his elder neighbor. “We have begun our campaign,” the speaker continued. Our opponents have also begun their defenses. But you must believe me when I say I am their master! Our strength is made greater by the fact that we do not demand much. All we ask is ours by right. Soon—” he raised both hands to the stars, and his voice was frantical—“soon we shall have our new land, and I shall be king!” Shrill voices arose in ecstatic response, and there was a chorus of sibilant whispers. The tall man adjusted helmet and goggles, and cried: “All ready, Tvbu!” “Contact, Black Hawk!” came the reply. The engine roared, and the black plane climbed into the sky. a a a BACK at the postoffice Bob found Ava standing on the steps, staring with bewildered expression at a piece of paper she held in one hand. “It fell at my feet, I don't know from where, and I picked it up,” she said. “Read it!” Bob took it from her. It was typewritten. “If you value your life,” it read, “stay away from Major Martyne. We don’t like to kill women.” Beneath the signature of Black Hawk was a winged death's head. Tomorrow Where will Black Hawk strike next? Is Ava in danger? And what will Major Martyne do to prevent the arch-criminal from carrying out his plans to force evacuation of Marion county. Don’t miss tomorrow’s installment in The Times.

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-Now you must let him go,” urged Parker. Tarzan disappeared and, as he saw their supposed enemy vanish, Parker added: “He belongs to the jungle.” But Jean continued staring off in a dazed sort of way, murmuring: “No, not now! He belongs to me, father.”

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