Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 175, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 December 1933 — Page 31

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BY LOY WEDEMAR (Copyright. 1933 by The T!rr.eiO EDITOR 8 NOTE: The narrative, “Black Hawk,” a thrilling story of life in Indiana, is purely fiction and its leading characters exist only in the author's imagination. , a a a SYNOPSIS Black Hawk whose sien is a wineed death head demands evacuation of central Indiana. He has bombed the podtoffice from an airplane He has rhrea'Br.ed the President He has attempted -o blow -ip union sta'ion and or.e of h: agents or Whisperers, mils hlm.se.f wher. thwarted Robert Martyne -.vralthv Indianapolis major of the military Intelligence in •he U B Army refer- a has been assigned to the case He Is in love with At a Breen. Indianapolis society girl, who is betrothed to Lionel St. George, wealthy scientist, at her father's ;n----*:stsr.ce Following the attack on the terminal. 800 and Police Lieutenant Cj ulnn.uin spend the night in the Clavpool. Altho ;gh the room ,s securely locked. Quinr.fiin. is killed by a hatchet man. In a hollow of the hatchet handle Is a menage from Black Hawk threatening to blow Indianapolis off the map tir.'.e-s every resident moves out. The Black Hawk indicates that he. too. loves A-a Breen Ai. air patrol Is formed to guard the citv. A personal ad appears in newspaper* aying. Freedom s Torch Load* the Wav " Bob and Ava. on their wav downtown, are kidnaped They are forced down a manhole and find themselves in a tunnel. Bob refuses Black Hawk s demand for surrender Biack Hawk turns on the water washing them into White River. Bob and Ava are saved by a youth fishing from a flat boat CHAPTER ELEVEN" (Continued) "I certainly won't! 11l stay here and fight with you and—” She studied him closely. "You're hiding something'” a a a "T VE something to tell you. Ava,” X he said. "Your father has disappeared. He isn't at his office, or at home, and he was last seen near where we were kidnaped this morning.” "Disappeared!” “Yes. He’S 1 probably quite all right. Men are searching the tunnel now. The water has been cut off, and they are going over the whole length of it. It seems certain, however, that he was taken elsewhere, if he really was kidnaped." Ava paled. "Isn't there anything more you can do” she asked. "Not now. You must be brave, and wait.” "I won't sit still and wait.” she said. "I know lots of places h* might have gone. I'm going to go out alope. "I can't let you go out alone." "Then send somebody with me, or come yourself. I'm going out.” Bob sent a detective with Ava. warning him to keep close beside her at all times. The sun was setting, coloring the horizon a dull, threatening crimson. ana 808 returned to his office. Reports were coming in from investigators. but, none of them seemed worth anything. Theories also were pouring in, by mail and telephone, from police and military officials throughout the country, ns well as from the public. And there was a multitude of suggestions as to the action the authorities should take. An outstanding development of the reign of terror, spreading through the communities in south- | ern Indiana was the prevalence of j reports of mysterious persons seen —always acting strangely, making notes in front of public buildings, or behaving in such a way as to terrorize women and children. "He may be trying to cause such a panic that part of the population will lose its self-control and flee, en masse,” Bob told Wilson. "The suspense is worse than knowing what is to happen." "Some people have moved away already." Wilson said. “Wealthy people are making this an exruse for trips to New York or the south, and others are sending members of their families to live with friends in other cities. It is very bad for business.” “I'm in a delicate position, in regard to that," Bob pointed out. ‘‘l

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cant contribute to their fright by warning them to go away. Yet I dare not tell them to stay, because they really are in danger.” "They'll have to take a chance with the rest of us," Wilson said. "You know, of course, that The Times has offered $25,000 reward for his capture.” "That was at my suggestion. Have there been any positive reports of atrocities that ran be attributed to Black Hawk?” "Not lately. Every murder that occurs, every child who is scared by a strange man. blames it on the Phantom, of course. We run down every clew.” a a a ON the observation belrony of the Soldiers and Sailors’ Monument, Wilfred Beaumont, filled with admiration for Indianapolis' sunsets, watched the western sky turn from crimson to lavender, and fade until only a few patches of infinity blue, rimmed with gold, remained. Edges of clouds were tinted with pink. Musing on things poetic and practical. Beaumont allowed the guard to usher him to the elevator which took him to the street. He wandered down to Illinois street and after a 10-cent schuper of b°er —where, he wondered, did the word schuper originate?—came back around the Circle. High above, a somewhat puzzling phenomenon attracted his attention. There was a red cylinder, lighted by electricity, on the top of the Merchants’ Bank building and atop it was a light that flashed, grew dim and flashed again, in regular ryhthm. It was the Linco beacon. What aroused Beaumont’s interest was this: The light had ceased its regular flashing, and had gone out for a few minutes. Tlaen it had begun to flash again, but in an entirely different manner. He studied them for a while, and then uttered an exclamation: "I must tell Major Martyne!” He hurried across to the battered Post Office building, absent-mindedly colliding with Ferdinand Sheafler and a visiting musician. a tt a AVA didn’t know just where to go. Her plea that she knew where to look for her father had been more hopeful than accurate, for he seldom went anyhere except to his office, to the club, and home. If he were working on some clue that he thought might lead to the unmasking of Black Hawk, there was no telling where he might be. But she couldn't just sit and wait. She had forgotten Black Hawk's ominous remark that he would be "seeing her soon." Father and daughter had always been avid readers of mystery stories, and now they were living in one. Ava was not greatly surprised, knowing her father as she did. when she and the detective were approached by a newsboy before they had gone many steps. Under a flickering street light the newsie ran up to her. “Miss Breen?” he asked, holding out an envelope. "What do you want?" the detective interposed “I have a messagp for Miss Breen,” replied the boy. She saw now he was not young. “A message for me?" Ava asked. He shifted his bundle of papers and handed Ava the envelope. “I am in the tower of the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Monument.” it read. “I have a pair of field glasses, and I think I have spotted Black Hawk’s secret airport. Popsy.” It was typewritten, but Ava had not the slightest doubt that it was from her father. The signature, "Popsy." was a nickname known only to herself and intimate friends of the family. (To Be Continued)

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