Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 178, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 December 1933 — Page 19

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/C ontinued From Page One, Second Section) riousness of the situation—at the detective’s expression. ‘‘An elevator roof caught me.” A shout from one of Brown’s men made them turn. He had his flashlight on an elderly man who was bound and gagged. “That's the watchman,” Brown told them. “Black Hawk must have taken him by surprise.’” a a a “tjy the way, Bob.' Ava cried ex--t* citedly as they left the Monument. "I think I have solved that charade the want-ad you told me about.” Yes?” Bob had almost forgotten it,. What does it mean? ‘Freedom’s Torch Leads the Way’?’’ It means the Linco beacon on the Merchants Bank Building!” “Bight!” Bob stopped where he was and looked for the light that flickers sixteen stones above Washington street. “I can't see it!” he exclaimed. “Brown!” “Yes, sir?” “Let’s get over to the Merchants’ bank at once!” Bob bought a copy of The Times and tui-ned to the personal columns. There was the ad; Editor Powell had not dared to hold it any longer. A familiar scene lay before them when they entered the brightlylighted foyer of the office building. The watchman was lying on the floor, securely bound, out of sight of the street. Bob freed him, and he gasped: “A lot of men rushed In and held me up!” “What did they do then?” "They took an elevator upstairs, stayed a few minutes, and came back dow r n again!” “Take me to the switch room where the beacon on the roof Is controlled!” Bob demanded They rode to the sixteenth floor, and then mounted a narrow 7 stairway to a room full of gray engines and sw'itches. “Somebody's cut the wires to the beacon!” the watchman exclaimed at once. “Look here!” He exhibited two severed strands. “That's all we w r ant to know,” Bob said. “Did you recognize any of them?” . . “No." the watchman replied. But there was an old man who acted as boss. He had a horrible face—a regular death’s head, he was!” u a a WHAT does it mean. Bob?” “It, means that Black Hawk has given up using the telephone to communicate with his men. He probably knows we are watching every central switchboard in the vicinity of Indianapolis.” "And he was signaling with the lights,” "Yes. It's too bad that we'll probably never know what message he sent.” That point was soon to be settled, however. Wilford Beaumont. Breen’s poet friend, was waiting for Bob at the post off ice. "I happened to be watching the Merchants bank light tonight.” he said. “I used to be in the signal corps, and I can read Continental code. They were flickering funny, and I watched them. They seemed to be sending a message, or I’m as craze' as Black Hawk.” "Could you read what they said?” “Just two words, over and over: 'Use radio.’ Then they went out and didn’t come on again.” “Very good, Mr. Beaumont. You have helped us a great deal.” ana LEAVING him sitting there, Bob hurried to his radio room, where operators were awaiting orders. “Black Hawk has set up radio communication,” he said. “Let me

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know if you hear anything suspicious on any wave length!” A detective brought Bob a telephone. “Police headquarters, sir.” “Hello? Is this Major Martyne? This is Chief Morrissey. We have just received word that a man's body has been found floating in White river at Broad Ripple.” “Has it been identified?” “No. It’s a well-dressed. man of middle age. It may be Black Hawk.” He told Ava. “Bob,” she said. ‘l’m frightened. I’m afraid something terrible is about to happen!” a a a SO, Black Hawk threatened bombing, poisonings and murder if the city of Indianapolis did not agree to extinction? Police Chief Morrrissey, in his office at headquarters, grew 7 more and more angry as he pondered the situation. He felt that he must take some action looking toward a solution of this intolerable mess. If he had been dealing with a regular criminal, he could handle it. But this was outside his experience—outside he experience of any police head, so far as he knew. Perhaps a man known as a thinker might be able to help him. Those professors had recommended it—why shouldn’t he take advantage of the suggestion? Irregular, yes—but why not use the universities as consultants on crime, as well as on other diseases? It might be worth while. He would call on the leading scientist in Indianapolis. Chief Morrissey called his car and was driven to the home of Dr. Lionel S. George. “He w 7 ill be home at any minute, I expect, sir,” was the butler’s greeting. Morrissey, having gone this far, decided to wait. He sat down and t ook up a book on Egyptian art, and to his surprise found it enthralling reading. He was immersed in it when St. George appeared. “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Chief,” he said, and his deep voice seemed w 7 arm in the welcoming, “I’m very glad to see you.” “Sort of irregular, this is. Dr. St. George, But I need your help.” “I will be glad to do what I can. Won't you have dinner w 7 ith me? I have just driven in from Richmond, and I'm starving.” “Fine!” Chief Morrisssey noted that St. George showed no marks of a long drive —he was as fresh and neat as if he had just stepped from a shower. Perhaps he had, for his beard and mustache were combed and adjusted so neatly as to suggest they might be artificial. a a a OVER the table Morrissey outlined the situation, largely as it has already been told in the newspapers. “So you have absolutely no clew to the identity of this—this Black Hawk person?” St. George asked. “None in the world. I would think he was fictitious, except that we know he exists, and that he has committed a number of atrocious crimes.” “I wish I could help you. Let me see, now. Haven't you had the letters studied for clews?” “Yes, by friends of yours from the university. But they couldn't tell me a thing.” “Not even, for instance, where the writer learned English—or whether that was his native tongue?” “Well, yes. They agreed that he probably was an American, and well educated. But he had traveled so much, they said, that all clews to his home locality—such as unusual use of words habitual in one city—had been wiped out.” “Very interesting, indeed.” “But not at all helpful.” “I should think that would help a great deal, chief. Hnudreds of thousands of persons are eliminated by that one anaylsis alone!” (To Be Continued)

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At Jean's cry, “Father! . . . Father!” both Parker and Holt turned quickly. To their amazement and dismay they saw her already dangling over the gorilla’s pit, swinging by the rope the pygmies had snared her with. “You dirty rats!” yelled young Holt.

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Brushing aside Parker and Beamish, he shouted at the savages: “I'd take on ten of you! Ten of you!” and leaped into the man-thing's pit. There he fearlessly charged the gorilla who, w’ith one swift sweep, brushed him aside. Holt fell, stunned for a moment.

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On the pit’s rim. Parker, seizing a blazing torch from a pin-head dwarf, himself leaped into the abyss. From below, Jean, seeing his impending action, screamed: “No, father, not you! No, no--keep away i” But her father was already beside her.

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He rushed in with the blazing torch and jammed it into the gorilla’s face. The beast, roaring with pain and rage, snatched the torch out of Parker’s hands and beat him savagely with it. A Jean witnessed this, she moaned and fainted ce?.d aw r ay.

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