Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 July 1936 — Page 9

with a dissatisfied shrug.

* BEGIN HERE TODAY re Fosdick sets out to drive to the lonely mountain home left her by her eccentric uncle, Lyman Fosdick. Claire is trying te decide whether to marry Niek Baum, to whom she owes money. fT hopes to find a valuable and mysierious jewel owned by her uncle - and believed to be hidden in She house. Her car is wrecked by a log across the road. Pat Steele, old friend, and Bob Steele, young engineer, arrive on the scene and take Claire to the mountain hou where Eb Spratt and his sister, Susie, are the earetakers. "Claire sees a curioas arrew carved om the wall of an upstairs bedroom and, Jamp in hand, follows the arrow te the - eupela, A noiseless bullet shatters the lamp. The men search the house and grounds but find no one, | Eb, whe has been with Dan at the tool house, fails to appear at breakfast, Bob goes for him and returns—with Eb's cap. showing blood stains, : NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER FIVE 8 Dan stared at the bloody cap, | his mask-like face showed emotion for the first time, but whether it was amazement or fear

it was impossible to tell.’ Bob turned to him. “You were with | Eb, weren't you, when he went back to the tool house?” “Yes and no,” Dan answered. “We walked down to the shed, as 1 said, but he went back alone to see if he'd locked the door. Told me to-go on up to the house.” “And you didn't hear anything that might explain this?” “Not a sound.” “All right.” Bob turned away “Come

on. We've got to see if we can

Eb on good terms?”

find him before we do anything

else. No use stirring up the women until we know what's happened.” But, Claire came ‘around the corner of the house just then and they could not keep the story from her. She listened quietly, and then insisted on joining the search. “What do you think?” she asked

. Pat anxiously as she fell into step

beside him. find him?” The| others had gone on ahead.

“Do you believe we'll

_ Pat stopped and took both the

girl's hands in his. “I ‘have a hunch) we won't,” he said. you'd go back into the

“I wish house,

Claire, I'd feel safer about you if ‘you did.” “You believe Eb was killed,

then?” | » ” 2

AT shrugged. “I just said I had a hunch, Claire, but I'm not the seventh son of a seventh son, so maybe it's a bum steer. It's oniy that after last night, dear, I know if anything should happen to you''— he touched the bandage on her writs enderly—“it—well, it would mean a lot to me.” He did not see the light in Claire's eyes, for just then Bob Steele halloed from a clump of aspens. “Oh, there you are!” Bob's .voice held relief. | “I missed you two and came back.” | As they joined him, he lowered his voice. “I told Dan to wait for us. I'm keeping an eye on that fellow.” “You don’t think—" began’ Claire. Bob nodded. “Yes, I think he knows more than he’sfetting on.” “I wonder,” said Pat, “if Dan knows about this jewel of your uncle’s we are hunting?” “I don't know,” answered Claire. “I haven't said anything to Susie, but she and Eb must know we're after something. Of course, Dan Just works on the place, but he may know what's going on, too. Susie's apt to tell things.” “You bet he’s on,” remarked Pat Positively. “If I'm not quite cuckoo, the old gal’s willing to g0 more than half-way where Dallas is concerned. A man’s a man, in her opinion, or ; miss my guess. But you are goin back, Claire?” “No,” she answered. * “I'm not.” “All right, but don't get out o. our sight,” Pat warned her.

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QE VERAL hours of careful searching revealed no trace of Eb. Acknowledging themselves beaten, the young people and Dan retraced their Jsteps to the house to tell Susie. | : She was in the library when they found her, “readying the room up,” as he explained, though Claire noticed that the dustcloth lying folded on the desk had not been used. When | they told her about her brother she collapsed into a chair with a smothered shriek. “What'd I tell you? I knew something was going to happen—I knew it all the time. George Banes saw the whitz miner and 4 “And he saw this what-you-call-it at about the same place from which the shot was aimed at Claire?” asked Pat sarcastically. “Ever hear of this spook sniping at any one?” “No-no,” answered Susie. “He Just walks. Some say kinda dim

. and slow-like, but George Banes

seen him hustling along the trail

like he was going somewhere.”

“Um, probably was late for a Spook conference.” Pat lighted a cigaret and offered his package ta the others. “How about a little fire in here, Claire? It's chilly.” Dan was dispatched for firewood, and, as the door closed behind him, Pat looked steadily at ithe housekeeper. : ‘ “What do you know about that man, Miss Spratt? Were he and

HE woman jerked around.| i You ain't 2

“Whatcha mean? insinuatin’—" -

into the chair. “Oh, you ain't goin’ to turn Dan over to the police, are you?” “Not if we can straighten things out ourselves.” For a minute Susie did not answer. Then her full lips tightened into. a hard line. “Dan never had nothin’ to do with it. I'm tellin’ you. How you know Eb didn't just happen to remember something he wanted down in the village and go after it?” : ; “That's right, Pat” agreed Bob. “How about my going to see if I can find him?” “Okay if you're willing,” answered Pat. “I'll go out and do some more digging in that hole by the cupola wall. I'll get Dallas to help me-and we ought to be able te. find out what's there—if anything.” y 8 wD2" came - in then with the wood. After the fire had been started and the men had gone, Claire sent Susie back to the kitchen. The girl wanted to be alone to think things over." ' She wandered about the library, and finally sat down before the old-fashioned bookcase. The books had been willed to her by Uncle Lyman, but had never been moved from their place in the House of Long Shadows. : Claire took down a small red volume near her. Poems. Her uncle had been fond of poetry. There was another copy of the

jverses of this same obscure poet

in the bookcase in Lyman Fosdick’s room upstairs. “Jewels of Verse.” Idly she turned the pages, her mind going back to the happenings of the last few hours. What evil threat hung over this place, striking three times’ in such a short space of time? Could it be any one connected with the household? There was friction between Eb and his sister at times, she knew, but not ‘enough to warrant murderous attempts on people's lives. ; Did some one else know about Lyman Fosdick’s hidden jewels, and was that person trying to frighten them away _ from the search? Could Dan Dallas have fired those mysterious shots the night before? Why had Pat's questions about Dan aroused Susie to such fierce denial? Just what sort of a woman was Susie? ;

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rams always had taken her for granted, just as she had reliable, old Hannah at home. Claire knew that Susie had been very gay when she was young, quite a dashing figure in the mad whirl of the mining camp. That was why Eb had grown sour and snappy, holding the hein on her. Hannah had told her that much, and even Daddy had smiled when she asked him once about the woman. “She's all right, daughter. Used to be inclined to be a little flighty, I guess, but Lyman always said any one who could make waffles like Susie had a right to a fling now

The girl started nervously and, run-

| is not clear”

comfortable, so he winked at her little failings.” Supposing Susie had found out more about Lyman Fosdick’s affairs than any one knew and was using her knowledge now to her own advantage? Claire determined to question her later. Her thoughts turned to Eb. Was he lying, stark and bloody, somewhere this very minute? Claire shuddered, even while she remind-

ed herself that she never had liked | |the man, with his sanctimonious

ways and thin, ugly mouth. When Nae was little, she would circle around the place where he was working, so as not to have to speak to him. His long nose and stern, piercing eyes had reminded her of the ogre in her fairytale books.

8 = = HE turned the leaves of the book in her lap absently. Then her uncle’s neat handwriting met her eve, and she looked at it with closer attention. She had never heard

that Uncle Lyman wrote poetry himself, but here was evidently an original verse. “Deep in the mountains I lie, : The arrow broken in my breast. Wedded pines above me sigh, = To mark the end of earthly quest.” She turned several more pages, but there did not seem to be any more stanzas. A sudden peal of thunder crashed through the room.

ning to the window, pulled back the heavy velvet curtains. The clouds that had piled up on the horizon early in the morning now threatened a deluge. She hurried out of the housé to where Pat and Dan were digging near the cupola. “Find anything?" she asked. “A ‘crick in our backs.” Pat straightened. “And that the roots from the tree are all over the place. Seem to run even under the house. It’s a wonder they haven't weakened that foundation.”

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‘MEE that's what Eb thought, and he started this hole to find out,” suggested Dan Dallas. “It’s possible,” conceded Pat. “Though why he'd take time before breakfast for such research

“Eb always did things when he thought of them,” remarked Susie, who had come out with a yellow slicker which she ‘ folded about Claire’s shoulders. She stood looking curiously down into the hole. “It would be like Eb to start a hole here and then rush off to the village to get something to cut the roots with. That’s likely just where he’s gone now.” She seemed to get an immense satisfaction out of her own explanation. ~ “Yeah! But that don’t tell why he left his cap behind smeared with blood spots, Miss Spratt,” answered Pat. Susie flashed him an angry

glance. “Eb might-a whanged his

Claire, hurrying forward to meet her. +. = ~

“Claire, honey!” Hannah threw her arms about the girl and stood panting for breath. “You're all right then. Down there. Jusf back of those aspens. I took the short cut. A man—he'y layin’ on his face. I—I think he’s dead!”

(To Be Continued)

Y.W.C.A. Group Views Murals of

City Hospital|

The Y, W. C. A. Tuesday Morning Home Women’s Group viewed the murals of the Burdsal Unit, City Hospital, today. The murals, painted by well known Indiana artists, recently have been restored and hung in the hospital. The artists represented are T. C. Steele, Clifton Wheeler, Will Scott, William Forsyth; Ottis Adaths, Carl Graf, Weyman Adams, Walter Isnogle, Dorothy Morian, Martinius Anderson and Otto Stark. ; This trip, the third in a series of tours to be made by the Home Women’s Group, was made through the courtesy of Dr. Charles Myers, City Hospital superintendent. Following this the group went to the James Whitcomb Riley Hospital for Children where they made a tour of the hydro-theraupy .and occupational theraupy departments.

YEAZELS HOSTS TO . EVANSTON GUESTS

Crawford Yeazel, who has been the guest of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. George D. Yeazel, 2930-Tablot-st, has returned to Chicago. He was accompanied by his sister, Miss Gretchen Mary Yeazel, who is to be the guest of Miss Helen Jean Diver, Evanston. Miss Diver and. her brother, George Diver, also of Evanston, were the house guests of Mr. and Mrs. Yeazel, recently.

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