Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 188, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 December 1933 — Page 13

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BY I,ol’ IVEDEMAR 'Copyright. 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. 000 SYNOPSIS Black Hawk, whose sign Is the winged death's her.d. demand? evacuation of central Indiana He has bomfccd the portoftice and a'.temp'ed to. destroy union station Robert Martyne, wealthy Indianapolis major of the military intelligence, assigned to the case is in love with Ava Breen Ava. at her father s insistence, is betrothed *o Lionel St. George, Indianapolis scientist Mr Breen disappears His body is found in White river with a note in his pocket from Black Hawk. Wnen Black Hawk threatens to destroy *he Fail creek bridge?. Major Martyne goes up In a plans and drives the attacker off in a night machine gun battle. Bob and Ava are kidnaped. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO riOB MARTYNE, without food since he was taken prisoner, found that he could make little progress in getting free of his bonds. A disquieting belief was creeping into his brain, as he studied the sounds that penetrated his prison. They were so similar to sounds he customarily heard in his own home that he had decided he must be close to it —very close indeed! He felt it urgently necessary to discover just where he was, and to do that hh must get to one of the windows. The Whisperers who bound him, however, were most expert in their work. Not only was he tied hand and foot, and gagged in an efficient manner, but he was tied to an upright. The rope which bound him was heavy and strong, and not of a sort that would fray easily. Nevertheless Bob kept working at it on the principle that if he didn’t wear holes in his wrists and ankles, he would wear holes in the rope. The most he had achieved, after many hours’ work, was a certain freedom which made it possible for him to lean forward a few inches. a a a WITH this freedom Bob was able to see through a narrow chink that had been accidentally left in the covering of one window. A street light gave some illumination. but even then Bob found it hard to distinguish exactly what he was looking at. Then he discovered that there was a narrow' strip of lawn, and a stone walk. Something about that walk was familiar to him, even though he could see only a minute section of it. In a flash recollection came to him. That walk was in front of the home of his neighbor, Lionel St. George. Bob was, as nearly as he could figure it, in the laboratory building attached to St. George’s residence. Had Black Hawk captured St. George—or killed him—so he might use the scientist’s vast knowledge in his destructive work? That he could be held prisoner in a building in the heart of Indianapolis. within a stone’s throw of the residences of the city’s wealthiest and most prominent people, amazed Bob. More than that it taught him how great was the power of Black Hawk, and what risks the maniac was willing to take. a a a WHAT Bob did not know was this. The first thing Saturday morning Special Agent Wilson had called the home of Lionel St. George and asked to speak to him. Wilson had been informed that St. George had gone to Chicago the previous evening. “Maybe you don’t understand this is important,” Wilson argued. “Wasn’t he visiting Miss Breen at her home last evening?” “He left immediately afterward.

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, sir. I expect him home at any time j now.” “Have him call me.” Wilson directed, leaving his number. Wilson, out of his vast experience in criminal cases, had perfected a certain technique. This technique brought him success in cases in which other men had failed, and sometimes resulted in the solution of an almost perfect crime. His secret was this: Hard work, and plenty of it. He went over every detail of a case, and worked out every possibility. He never let a single angle go without investiga- ! tion until the case was “broken.” THE reason he wanted to talk with Dr. St. George was a simple one. There was a book about ; explosives he wanted to study, and ! he had been unable to get it from i the public library. It was one, apparently, that had been marked up on one of the cards that had disappeared the day Mr. Breen did. And the only person the librarian could refer him to. as possibly having another copy in his library, was Dr. St. George. A few minutes later a call came for Wilson. The voice said it was Lionel St. George, j “I just got in,” he .said. “What can I do for you?” “I need some information.” “Come right out to my house.” the voice suggested. “I will wait for you.” Wilson thanked him and agreed. Outside the postoffice he met Ava and offered to take her back downtown if she would come to St. George’s and wait for him. She agreed, anxious to learn if there had been any news about Bob. 000 808 tugged at the rope that bound his wrists. He had been working on it steadily now for a long time, and it felt loose. Footsteps sounded outside the door. Desperate, he gave a final tug, and his hands were free! The Whisperer was in a state of extreme excitement. Closing the door quickly behind him, he hurried toward Bob. He did not even bother j to retain his pose of age. “We are going on a journey,” he I whispered. Bob held his hands as if they were I still tied. He had no way of knowing how many of Black Hawk’s men were in the force that was holding St. George's laboratory. Later there might be an opportunity to do some- ! thing. i The Whisperer cut the rope that bound Bob to the upright, and Bob leaned forward. Through the slit in the curtain he ; saw something that made his heart leap. Wilson, accompanied by Sergeant Brown and Ava, were going up the walk toward St. George’s front door j —right into the camp of Black : Hawk. What could he do? He couldn’t | shout a warning; even if his mouth had been free, his voice might not have reached them. 000 BEFORE the trio reached the door of St. Georges house Ava gave a little cry. A closed automobile came out of the driveway, leading from St. i George's laboratory to the street, j with a man in goggles and grey felt ! hat at the wheel. So far as they could tell he was alone in the car. “That man—!” gasped Ava. “What’s the matter?” Wilson asked. “There's something funny about that man.” Ava replied. “I don’t | believe he's a real state trooper at ; all!” Brown snapped his fingers. ! “You’re right!” he cried. “That j hat is the wrong color.” (To Be Continued)

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It was overhung with great rocks. Unhesitatingly, the dying elephant, in the lead, started the upward grade. Parker still rode upon its back while Tarzan now walked by its side. The overhanging rocks were so near to their heads that the girl and Holt had to crouch in order to pass.

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But without any hesitation the dying elephant stumbled through the sheet of falling water and disappeared. Still the second elephant refused to go on. Tarzan gave a sharp word of command whereupon it unwillingly started for the water.

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