Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 186, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1933 — Page 23

DEC. 14, 1933

BY LOU WEDEMAR (Copyrisrht. 1933. by The Times) Editor's Note The narrative, "Black Hawk.” a thrilling story of life in Indianapolis, is purely fiction and its leading characters exist only in the author’s imagination. a a a SYNOPSIS Black Hak. whose 'ign Is the wineed death's head demands evacuation of central Indiana He lias bombed the postoff;re and attempted to destroy union s'atlon Roher; Martyne. wealthy Indianapolis maj'r of the military lntellieence. assigned to the case, is in love with Ava Breen. Ava. at her fathers Insistence. Is betrothed to Lionel St. George. Indianapolis icientist. Mr Breen disappears His body Is found in White river with a note In his pocket from Black Hawk. When Black Hawk threaten* to destroy the Fall creek bridge;. Major Martvne goes up in a plans and drives tee. attaeger ofl in a night machine run ba’tle. Axa is kidnaped. CHAPTER TWENTY 808 was alone i n a large bare * room. A dim reflected light from windows far above his head showed him it was a laboratory’ or experimental place of some kind. He Judged by the light, which seemed the diffused illumination of street-Lamps through mist, that it was night. There were no sounds except the violent gasping moo-and-choke of a puffing train. Bob judged that he was still in Indianapolis. He had been tricked! If he were still in Indianapolis, then he had been taken neither to Black Hawk's secret headquarters, nor to Ava —for she surely was taken from the city in the airplane. Why were they holding him here? He was bound so tightly that movement was almost impossible, but he could tell that his two revolvers had been taken from him. A key turned in a spring lock, and a door opened. During the instant the door was open Bob heard autos pass, and judged his prison was near a frequently-traveled highway. Lights flashed on. It was some sort of research place—one wall covered with mechanical equipment, another occupied by shelves of testubes and bottles, another a giant switchboard. At one end was suspended a white cloth several feet square. nan A T the door stood an old man—a bent, ragged individual who answered Ava’s description of Black Hawk as he appeared to her in the Monument. He regarded Bob without speaking. Then, as Bob instinctively tried again to free himself from his bonds, the visitant cackled. Something in that cackle made Bob suspicious that this was not Black Hawk. He had heard Black Hawk’s voice under circumstances which made it easy to remember.. “I have been sent,” said the man, “to get from you a certain little red book!” He spoke not in full voice, but in an exaggerated sibilant whisper. Bob did not answer. This man, he thought, is no master of makeup and disguise, as is Black Hawk himself. He repked of greasepaint, and his bent posture was, to Bobs quick eyes, obviously assumed. "You will not talk, eh? Then I will show you something that will make you! Prepare for the invisible knife.” CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE THE Whisperer pulled a lever and an apparatus moved out from the wall. It was a long iron arm, supporting a chain and pulley arrangement, a heavy block of wood. The block of wood held, like the

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handle of a huge scraping-knife, a blade four inches wide and about ten inches long The blade was on the lower side of the wood block, and, as the Whisperer lowered it. Bob saw its resemblance to a guillotine. "This is a most unusual knife," Bob’s guard remarked coolly. “You may not know so much of your fine city and its Industries as Black Hawk does. Your people make fine things, but do not know how to use them. If Black Hawk ruled the world, every one w r ould have plenty of leisure, and live in luxury and beauty! ” Bob'managed, through his gag, a grunt. ‘ Impatient, are you? I am just leading up to a demonstration in which you have great interest. This blade is of the finest razor steel, developed in the northern Indiana district. It has qualities you can not know, until I tell you. Because—and this is not widely known —the laboratories also have made a new’ sharpening substance, finer than any know r n possible. Watch!” He picxed up a sheet of paper and raised it toward the hanging blade. Somehow’, confoundingly, the paper was cut in half long before it reached the edge of the blade —six or seven inches below’ it! “The invisible knife!” said the Whisperer. “One of Black Haw’k's inventions!” On the long Iron arm he swning the blade closer to Bob.

SKEPTICAL, Bob stretched out a finger to test It. His hand trembled. Though he felt nothing, and had seen nothing, there was blood w’here the blade had nicked the flesh. “You see?” Bob nodded. What tortures might not Black Hawk conceive with such a weapon. “Now, said the Whisperer, “I can tell by your expression that there is no use trying to frighten you by this little plaything. You are too brave!” He sneered. “We will bring someone else here, and see how your bravery endures!” Bowing, mocking, grotesque in the make-up, which served merely as a disguise and not to create a personality, as Black Hawk’s disguises did. the Whisperer left the laboratory. Outside Bob heard him fumbling with a door, and then heard footsteps climbing to the roof. A little later he thought he heard the fluttering of wings. a a a A LTHOUGH Ava had almost lost track of time, she believed it w’as Friday morning when Davy came to her cabin. She had been fed by silent men, who left food outside her door and retreated. Davy, until then, had stayed away. “I want you to do something for me,” Davy said. “Yes?” “It is a strange request to make. But it may help you. I have brought with me some perfume—some I bought for my sweetheart before I was drafted for this work. I w r ant you to pour it over yourself!” “That's silly, Davy!” “No—not silly!” He uncorked the bottle he carried, and hurled the contents over her. “It is for your ow r n good,” he said. Behind him she saw’ two Whisperers conferring and looking toward her. “Now,” whispered Davy, “say nothing, and go with them w’hen | they come for you!” (To Be Continued).

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Sensing that she would protest his plan, Parker answered quickly: “I'm all right!” Tarzan, who did not understand what they were talking about, felt that something was the matter. Again he shook his head in a puzzled way and indicated to Parker to change mounts.

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The restless herd commenced to move forward. Jean pointed at them, indicating ‘no.’ Then she pointed to the dying elephant, indicating ‘yes.* Tarzan understood. The elephant on which Jean and Holt sat, turned as though to follow the deserting herd.

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