Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 166, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 November 1933 — Page 19

NOV. 21, 1933

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(Continued From Page One, Second Section > some foreign power. Already the papers were hinting that he was a radlral, and demanding Washington take the matter up with a foreign power. And, too, if the terrorism continued, it would cause incalculable damage to business, and perhaps leave a lasting blot on the name of Indianapolis. Yet, Black Hawk had the effrontery to imply that he loved Indiana that he preferred not to harm it, that what he was doing was right and Just. If only he could thwart Black Hawk's attacks until the combined forces of law and order located him, or identified him beyond question, Bob mused. And who were, the men who did Black Hawk’s bidding? They might be the feared “Terror Mob," tut the look of fanaticism in the eyes of those Bob had fought convinced him otherwise they believed in what they were doiqg with the ardor of zealots. These men—the Whisperers, as they now had come to be known, because they never conversed in voices that could be distinguishedmight be able to help a great deal, if one could be caught. They must have resorts where they remained hidden, awaitnig orders to do Black Hawk’s bidding. How did he communicate with them? The plant was so carefully laid that nothing was known about them —not even whether they spoke in foreign tongues among themselves. Bob did know that the one who addressed him outside the Breen home had sounded cultured—as cultured as Black Hawk himself sounded in his letters. Yet it could not have been Black Hawk, for he would not risk such close approach if he had others to do his work. Proof that he was not without assistants, Bob realized, lay In the perfect workings of his plans up to this time —the letters, the bombing, the note to Ava, the affair at Ft. Harrison, and the other incidents that had led to the government’s intervention. If only he could meet Black Hawk face to face! B B B HE headed down Meridian street, waving to John Hano as he crossed St. Clair a wave of weariness swept over Bob. He began to wonder if the fight were worth while. After all. Black Hawk was only doing what in time, idleness, inertia, smugness, selfsatisfaction might do to any city. At any rate. Black Hawk had awakened Indianapolis. It was now after midnight and there was a considerable crowd on the streets. He noticed Frank McCarthy as he turned east. McCarthy in a group with Joe McNamara and Jack Weiss apparently was discussing politics —politics first and Black Hawk second. He halted his car in front of the postoffice where a special crew of wreckers had cleared up much of the debris. The west wing apparently would have to be rebuilt, Bob was taken to new offices on the other side. A star federal man was on duty —Frank J. Wilson, recalled from Washington to aid Bob. “Nothing new.” he said. “Chief Morrissey and State Police Commissioner Feeney are waiting to see you.” Bob went to Morrissey and Feeney at once, and was introduced to a husky, heavy-set man of 35 Lieutenant Quinnstin, ace police detective. •'He will work right with you, Major Martyne,” said Chief Morrissey. Mr. Feeney has asked me to offer you full co-operation of all state departments.” “Thank you. I will call on the Governor very soon.” He grimaced. “We nearly had two Whisperers— Black Hawk's men—a few minutes ago.” “I'd like to talk with them!" Feeney said. B B B 808 made his excuses, and took Lieutenant Quinnstin with him. They soon reached Union Station, where uniformed police guarded each entrance, questioning every person who approached. Only a desperate man would try to pass them carrying a package containing a bomb. The precautions would not avail if Black Hawk attacked from the air. But Bob had taken precautions against that. At the first sound of an airplane motor over Indianapolis or any neighboring community, swift army pursuit ships would go aloft. Knowing of this. Black Hawk would probably try some other mode of attack. A thorough search revealed no hidden explosives. Bob and Quinnstin reached the train level as an express from St. Louis drew in. Before it came to a stop a lithe young man, clad only in shirt, trousers and shoes, leaped from the car behind the locomotive and ran swiftly toward the front of the train, as if trying to get ahead of the locomotive. In his outstretched hand he carried something small and round and shiny. His eyes were wild, roving. In split seconds Bob saw it all! This was a Whisperer, assigned to carry out Black Hawk's threat. He held in his hand a nitrine bomb. Now he was racing the locomotive, to hurl the bomb under its wheels! Black Hawk had not boasted in vain. His messenger was gaining. Now he almost passed the tender of the locomotive. The engine was coming to a stop and the Whisperer raised his arm . . a a s CHAPTER SIX THERE was one thing to do to save Union Station and the hundreds in it. and Bob moved instantly to do it. He must somehow prevc: the whisperer from hurling his nitrine bomb. It might cost him his life, but there was no other way. The bomb-carrier halted, arm on high, looked first to the right and then to the left, as if trying to decide which way to throw the deadly detonator. Across the track just then ran a man in uniform—Sergeant Tim McMahon of the accident prevention bureau. Before Bob could reach him, the Indianapolice policeman was upon the menacing bomb-carrier. Black Hawk's messenger had seen him coming, and was ready. As the policeman leaped at him, his quarry stepped aside. McMahon reached out and struck him a staggering

blow on the head: they both went down together. The whisperer dropped the deadly pellet, but it did not explode. Bob alone saw what happened to the tiny bomb as it fell harmlessly to the roadbed between the tracks, directly in front of the oncoming train. The soft earth had kept it from exploding. u m a THE train was moving slowly,but Bob knew there would not be time to halt it. The vibration of the cars might set off the explosive, or it might be struck by some hanging metal part. Breaking from Lieutenant Quinnstin, who tried to restrain him, Bob ran forward. The pilot of the locomotive was about ten feet from the bomb when he reached it. He bent over quickly and snatched up the pellet—a small, very heavy, round object that felt as deadly as it was. The engine was upon him —but almost stopped. Bob leaped upon the iron guard, and maintained his balance until the train halted. Confusion reigned where Black Hawk's aid had been struck down. He wormed himself free and was racing down the platform. “Don't shoot him!” cried Quinnstin. “He may have another bomb!” Those nearest him drew back. He looked around wildly. A fast train was approaching on the next track. Shouting something unintelligible, the man leaped onto the rails and raced down the tracks, headlong toward the onrushing locomotive. He had failed in his mission—and Black Hawk's men knew the penalty for failure. man SILENCE fell on the group at Ava’s home after Bob and the police had gone. “We seem to be right in the thick of it,” Breen commented, smiling. “And you just love it, don't you, dear?” Ava patted his hand. “Reading detective stories all your life, and now living right in the middle of one.” St. George sighed. “Sometimes, I suppose, the amateur detective does succeed where the professional fails,” he said. “And small reward he gets.” “This time the reward would be large, indeed,” interjected Beaumont, who had been idly drawing a pencil sketch of Ava's profile. “The Times is offering $25,000 reward for the capture of Black Hawk.” “That would pay quite a few bills for any one,” said Breen; and he looked at St. George. St. George arose. “I have a little research work to do. myself,” he said. “Do you mind if I say good night?” Ava saw him to the door. She regretted, but could not avoid, the shudder that passed over her when St. George pressed her hand. The scientist, after looking about carefully, crossed the lawn where he stood for several minutes. He saw Louis J. Borinstein driving north followed closely by' Judge Harry Chamberlin and later by Chester Jackson and Richard Lieber. He turned back toward the house and entered his laboratory. He went at once to a desk where he kept a note-book, whose entries were in a sort of personal shorthand. As he studied it. his body trembled, and his breathing became stentorous. He made some rapid calculations on a piece of paper. BUB HEARING a soft footstep outside, he closed the book and assumed an air of composure. Lionel St. George had two secrets from the rest of the world. One of them was that his days were numbered. He was a victim of premature arteriosclerosis. His other secret was that his grand-grandmother had been Lila Jerney—that his blood, one part in eight, was different from that of his neighbors. . . . Nobody must know, least of all Ava, by whom he hoped to have a son . . . His chauffeur and laboratory assistant, John Smith, entered. “Get the car ready, T—.” He broke off, and thought a moment. “Get the car ready, Smith,” he said. “I'm scheduled to teach in Illinois tomorrow morning.” a a 808 MARTYNE, studied the bomb. It was about the size of a walnut—a blue-black substance of the consistency of mercury, in a wrapper of transparent cellulose. Harmless though it appeared, in size, its dead weight, and the resilient consistency of it, made it sinister. ‘•What'll we do with it, now that we've got it?” Lieutenant Quinnstin asked. “It probably explodes only on heavy contact,” Bob replied. “It can't be very tender, or he couldn't have brought it here by train. I imagine he intended to put this on the track ahead of the engine, so it would explode like a signalman’s cap.” “Can you tell what it's made of?” “No. Black Hawk, you remember, calls it nitrine. He says it's a development of an Indianapolis chemical plant—or something based on a local discovery. We might have it analyzed.” “Where?” asked Lieutenant Quinnstin in alarm. “Right here. We’ll take it into an office and have your explosives expert come out and look it over.” “All right. But for Pete's sake don't drop it,.” Bob carried the deadly little object to the trainmaster's office, which he commandeered for the time being. Rather than run any additional risk for those about him Bob sat holding the bomb until the experts came. BUB THEN came a clinic perhaps without precedent in Indianapolis. And when they were through they were able to tell Bob exactly nothing, a fact on which reporter Basil Gallagher commented freely. “Well, do you dare make any tests on it?” he demanded. “No. You'd have to get an explosives expert from the war department to do that,” one explained. “For all we know, this may go off on exposure to the air, or on the slightest physical contact. We don't even dare take the transparent wrapper off.” (To Be Con tinned)

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Like a messenger from the ape-man, the monkey climbed to Jean's shoulder, perching there and jabbering as they moved off. Somehow the little creature comforted the girl. It seemed a link with the happy days she had spent in Tarzan's treehome, before he brought her back.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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