Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 190, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 December 1933 — Page 27

DEC. 19, 1933.

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BY LOU WEDEMAR (Copyright, 1933. by The Times) Editor* Note The narrative, "Black Hawk,’’ a thrilling story of life in Indianapolis, is purely fiction and its leading characters ixist only in the author's imagination. a a a SYNOPSIS Biacic Haulc, *r,c e sign is the Hinged death’s head, demands evacuation of cer.tr;.. Indiana. He has oorr.bed the posioffice and attempted to destroy union station. Itoucrt Martyne. wealthy Indianapolis major of ti.e military intelligence, assigned to the ciiie, is in iove with Ava Breen. Ava. al her father s insistence, is betrotned to Lionel St. George. liuiianapoi.s scientist Mr. Breet. disappears. His body is foui.d in White river with a note in v bis pocket iron. B.acK Hawk. * Wi.en Biacrt Hawtc threatens to de-iiroy the Fall cteeg bridges. Major Marty ne goes up ;n a plans and drives the attack! r cif a nigi.t n.aci.lne gun battle. Bob anci Ava are Kidnaped. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Continued) ■fITHEN Bod and Brown landed VV they were in fields some distance irom the airport. Commandeering an automobile, they abandoned their parachutes and hurried back to the airport. A huge crowd was gathering, and they haa some difficulty getting mside. Then they found the bomb had landed oniy a short distance from where- they had left the group surrounding the Whisperer. A great hole in the ground ! marked the spot. Several small buildings nearby had been blown down, as li by a terrilic wind. In the operations oilice they found Ava and Wilson, suffering from shock, but unharmed. "All of us just got away before it landed,” Wilson explained. "Ail but the Whisperer—bmu.fi.” “What happened to him?” Bob demanded. "He must have gone out of his head. Or, maybe, he saw the bomb falling. Anyway, he broke away from me and ran—right out on to the field. He was in the center of tne explosion.” a a a AT the postoiiice Bob began picking up tfie various lines oi investigation where he had dropped them. It was late Saturday, and a number of new clews had been passed up through the preliminary stages for investigation. One report bore on a human arm found in White river. “Where do you think it came from, Prank?” lie asked. “I'll tell you,” Brown interposed. "When I was younger, before the big power stations had got so they took so many precautions against accidents, all sorts oi things used to get drawn into the turbines by the water. One time a man—well, they only found an arm of him, as I remember.” "But today they have screens.” “They could be removed by some one as resourceful —as Black Hawk!” "You mean he may have killed someone that way?” “Or perhaps he intended to use it—on you, major; and just tried it out with one oi his own men to see ii it worked. He doesn’t seem to regard their lives as highly valuable.” a a xx 808 studied the report. It was from one oi the state’s leading ethnologists, who had been requested by the government to see what he could deduce. “The arm was torn off with great violence,” the report read, “as the coroner reported, possibly while the victim lived. The hand shows the traces oi burns such as would be caused by working with a chemical, perhaps by nitroglycerin.” Bob telephoned to St. George’s home, while Wilson went there by car to investigate. St. George himseli answered, breathing heavily. “Something has been happening

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around here.” St. George said, “My butler was unconscious on the floor, and my chauffeur has disappeared!” “Better look in your laboratory, too, St. George,” Bob suggested. “I was held prisoner there for a pretty long time. I hope they didn’t get au r ay with anything valuable.” “I'll check up at once.” “Wilson is on his way out there. You might help him to look around for fingerprints, and things like that.” St. George had hung up without waiting for Bob to finish. nan CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 808 sat pondering. “St. George's house, St. George’s chauffeur, St. George’s butler, St. George’s absences . Erown. I'm going to try something desperate. “I’m positive the Black Hawk is none other than St. George. I’m going to place him under arrest!” ‘‘lve been sort of leery about that bird myself,” said Sergeant Brown. “But don’t you think we ought to take the Chief along? Mike’s a right handy boy in a scrap and we’re likely to have one.” “Right,” said Bob. He reached for the telephone and called headquarters. “Chief,” he said as he was connected. “I’m going to make an arrest. I'd like to have you come along.” “I'm on my way,” said Chief Morrissey. “Don’t say another word on the telephone.” ana FIVE minutes later Morrissey joined Bob and Brown in the office. “Who?” said Morrissey pointblank. “St. George,” answered Bob, eyeing the Chief warily. Morrissey’s face was black. Not an eyelid fluttered. “I thought so,” he said. “But what have you to hold him on.” “Listen, Mike,” said Bob. “Let’s get our heads together now. Every time something's happened, St. George has been in Illinois, or Ohio, or some place. Have you ever checked?” “Yes,” answered Morrissey. “And here's the rub. He comes in and out of Champaign, Illinois, and Columbus, Ohio, so often that they think nothing of it. Wfiat business he has there, I can't find out. Sometimes he teaches a class in Indian history. Sometimes he just passes through. But he goes over there all right.” a a a “ \ LL right, said Bob. “Here I A am kidnaped and find myself in St. George’s house. I’m rushed away and the driver happens to be St. George’s chauffeur. He kills himself. “I’m willing to gamble everything on this chance. I’m going to go to St. George, tell him I’ve got the goods. We’ll tell him we’ve got a whisperer, who has confessed everything. “If he refuses to fall into the trap, we’ll put him under arrest as a material witness and then stick the bond up. If we can hold him for forty-eight hours, we’ll see what happens to this terror bunch. “It’s a big gamble,” said Morrissey. “But I’ll stick with you, Bob. I'm playing this thing out to the end. too.” (To Be Continued) DEMOCRATS TO HOLD CHRISTMAS PARTY Tenth Ward Club Will Celebrate in Rooms Tonight. Tenth Ward Democratic Club will hold a Christmas party in their club rooms. Cottage and Olive streets, tonight following the business meeting. Included on the committee in charge of the party are Janies Dorsey. Joseph Fisher, Mrs. Louise Betzler and Mrs. John Logan.

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“Father! Father!” suddenly screamed Jean. She threw herself on his body, sobbing hysterically. Parker was dead—just as the untold wealth he had sought so long was found at last. Holt bent tenderly over the girl, saying softly, “Jean —Jean.”

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“Where are you going?” he exclaimed, as Tarzan, drawing the girl with him. silently walked toward the trees. Jean seemed stunned by her calamity. Holt, his protest ignored, flushed with anger. Seizing his rifle, unexpectedly he ran up behind the ape-man and brought the butt down hard upon his head!

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