Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 November 1936 — Page 14

BY ROBERT DICKSON Copyright, 1836. NEA Service, Inc.) i BEGIN HERE TODAY Marcia Canfield, daughter of wealthy Philip Canfield, knows that the neighDorhood is buzzing with gossip ever the sudden disappearance of Frank Ken“drick, whose engagement to Marcia has Been announced. _ Since the disappearance, a shortage An Kendrick’s business accounts bas “Been discovered. . Refusing to let others know how _deep’y she bas been hurt, Marcia goes #0 the dramatic club try-outs and Is "given the leading part in the fortheoming play. Dorothy Osborn, who disdikes Marcia, is given a less important

part. * Afterward Marcia, her friend, Helen Waddell, and several others stop at Tony . "Siellicci’s restaurant. Four men enter Bs ce a holdup. Marcia’s purse, A ining a ring that was her mother’s,

Is taken. © NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

"CHAPTER FOUR

NN the morning after the Stage- ; craft Guild tryouts and the pg Wagon holdup, Marcia breakas usual with her father. of these survivors of the Canfleld line were healthy enough to be good-humored of mornings, and

therefore talkative, but it was selglom that they had as much fuel for conversation as now. + Mr. Canfield, as a practical person, could offer Marcia little solace in the loss of her mother’s ring. It MWAs probable, he pointed out, that the bandits would discard the.worn setting and dispose of the ruby by snethods which left little hope of recovery. “Undoubtedly they're the same fellows who have been committing the series of holdups of pedestrians and automobiles in this neighborhood,” he said. “They don't take much in one robbery, but they seem #0 cover themselves safely. Four men always commit the robbery, and they always use two stolen cars. “You know, I begin to suspect that although the four themselves are strangers in Bobbs Neck, they may have some local talent driv-

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They always park just right a getaway, and appgrently they Know the roads perfectly.” “Tl ride down to the train with you,” said Marcia, “and stop in at thr police station afterward. Maybe, by some good chance, they'll have news for me.” Her father cast about for a pleasanter topic. + “And what luck did you have at the tryout for ihe show?” he asked. “You didn’t mention it when you came in and sat on rhe edge of my bed last night to tell me- about the holdup, and you had me so excited that I forgot to ask.” “My word!” said Marcia. “You

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rical news of the day. leading part, Dad!” “Very fine, indeed,” said her father. “Doubtless I am supposed to buy tickets?” . “And come prepared to applaud Beartily,” said Maria. _. They rode to the station, Marcia

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lost ring, her father in argument with the chauffeur over a coming prize fight. « “Well, here we part again,” said Mr. Canfield as the car stopped. “I now entrain to earn a living for self and child.” “Be sure to bring home another million,” said Marcia.

> ln and the chauffeur put the gar in motion, but Marcia stopped Helen Waddell was driving Up at a furious speed. Her father Jeaped out of ‘their car and ran madly, without a backward glance, toward the train; Helen, leaning on the steering wheel, watching him W the expression of one who sees

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ARCIA stepped out and walked over to the Waddells’ car. “Good morning, my companion in Jast night's crime,” she said. “Don’t know youll ‘burn out your earings or a blood vessel or some‘thing, running around like that? The train doesn’t leave for a couple of minutes, at least.” ~ “Tell him!” retorted Helen, nodding in the direction her father "haa taken. “I know there's lots . Will he believe it? He That man ruins breakfast

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station, but there was no news of the bandits. “Well,” said Helen as they entered the car again, “that has to be that for the present. Before going after the copies of the play, let's run up to my house for another spot of coffee, and I'll see whether I can do any errands for mother while we're out. By the way, where .do we go for the scripts?” “Mrs. Reid Henderson has them. She’s going to direct, you know.” “Yes. Apropos nothing, but just to promote a spirit of girlish confidence, I'm glad it’s to be Mrs. Reid Henderson instead of her sister-in-law, Harold Henderson's wife. And that prompts the further observation that it struck me last night that, on the whole, the cast they've chosen ought to get along pretty well together. Don’t you think so? As people, I mean; not just as characters in the play.” “Yes,” said Marcia, pondering an exception. “Yes, indeed.” “With exceptions, no doubt,” continued Helen, “if you don’t mind my reading your thoughts, which agree so thoroughly with my own.” Marcia laughed. “I admit that you've read my thoughts.” They arrived at the Waddells’ home and settled before the fire in the living room to await coffee before Helen resumed the conversation. “Mind if I speak out freely, man to man? Something I've got to tell you anyway.” il don't mind at all,” said Marcia. “It's an item of information. I could hardly decide whether to tell you. But I've known you long enough and well enough to prefer to tell you myself—risking your reception of it—than to take a chance on its getting loose and reaching you later in a garbled version. From some one, let’s say, like Dorothy Osborn, who advertised her depth of sweet nature so well with her stage whisper remark at the Guild tryouts last night.”

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HE watched for the effect of this. “Yes, I heard it,” Marcia said. “I'll admit, further, that it was not at all pleasant.” “Naturally it wasn’t. No one

cares to be present when a person

so lacking in breeding is putting on a demonstration. It’s bad-mannered and embarrassing to people who have been reared above it. If you don’t mind, I'd like to say that I think I can appreciate what all this affair has meant to you, and that I think you have been pretty splendid for all these several weeks. It’s hard to speak like this, Marcia. but it goes along with what I've got to tell you.” “Thanks, Helen!” “The item of information I spoke of came by telephone this morning. Long distance. Of course you remember my cousin, John Waddell, who has visited here several summers. He lives in Chicago, you know. He called early this morning, and fortunately I answered. He had met Frank Kendrick often while visiting here, of course.” At the sound of the name Marsia seemed to bend, but Helen determinedly rushed on. “John didn’t know about Frank’s —being on the missing list. But he knew somethink must be terribly wrong because yesterday noon he saw Frank in a Loop restaurant— working as ga busboy!” Grimly Helen kept her eyes-from Marcia’s stricken face. Grimly she refused to pause. The words tumbled out. “John said Frank pretended not to know him. Said John was mistaken—his name was something else. But John, of course, knew he couldn't be wrong. So he telephoned me to ask what was the matter, and whether he could do anything. I told him I couldn't answer right off; I'd have to call or write later. And that’s all.” That was all! Only a dreary renewal of the weeks-old confusion in her mind, Marcia realized. Only a resumption of torturing speculatidns, when one was trying to stop 1emembering. “I didn’t tell even the family what the call was about,” Helen was? saying. “I wanted you to know first. The question as I see it is, what do you want done--how do you feel about the whole thing?” That was, certainly, a question, Marcia agreed silently. How did the feel? At the moment, she was not sure that she felt at all. The loss of the ring, at least, was for the time out of mind.

(To Be Continued)

D° you like fellows who speak to strange young women? Neither do I,” he said, smiling down at the girl sitting alone on the observation platform of the train. “But I can fix that by introducing myself,” he continued in the same easy, friendly tone. “My name's Clark—Bob Clark. I hate traveling alone so I wondered—” He hesitated a moment while the girl, who had been startled by the abruptness of his approach, regained her composure. “I wondered,” he resumed, steadying himself as the train rounded a curve, “if you'd mind talking to me?” = = = E was relieved to see the look of hostility fade slowly from the girl's eyes. “It would serve me right if you complained to the conductor,” he said. “But please take my word—I only thought we might compare travel notes or admire the scenery together. If I'm annoying you—" “No, no, it’s not that,” she interrupted, smiling. “As a matter of fact, I don’t like fraveling alone either. But I'll have to warn you that I'm terrible at keeping up my end of a conversation.” “Ill take a chance,” he declared. “And furthermore, you're getting the worst of the bargain. I'm an old bachelor and a terrible bore to all my friends.” "” = = H® youth and handsome blondness belied his words, however. He looked with approval at the girl's dark hair and eyes and light skin. She was decidedly attractive. “Then we ought to get along fine,” she told him. “I've been an old maid for years.” “I'm not falling for that,” he assured her, “but I'm glad you're not married. I don’t like irate husbands.” “And I don’t like hair-pulling wives,” she added.

both laughed. “Say,” he beamed, “I'm beginning to like this trip a lot. But where have you been hiding? I would like to have taken you to lunch in the diner a little while

“You don’t know how Mucky you are,” she declared, broadly. “I simply run wild in a dining car. Can't control my appetite at all!” “I'm still sorry I didn’t see you before,” he said. ag to start eating all over again?” “No,” she laughed, “but we might go inside and be more comfortable.” “Just as you - say,” he replied. “But first, don’t you think I ought to know your name?” ss = = guess so,” she agreed. “Promise you won't laugh?” “Why?” he asked puzzled J *Because,” she said, “believe it or .not, my name's Smith—Mary Smith.” » 4 fa i h ” : “What's funny about that? he:

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together,” she said, starting to rise. But he placed a restraining hand on her arm. “Just a moment,” he said. “How | will I ever see you again if you don’t give me your address? New York's a pretty big place, and I can’t be stopping everybody on the streets looking for Mary Smith.” “Do you want to see me again?” she inquired, quickly. “Of course I do,” he said. “And unless you want me trailing you home tonight and causing no end of gossip in your neighborhood, you’ll be a nice girl and write your name and address right here.” He opened a pocket notebook, and handed her a pencil. She reached’ out her left hand. - Watching her as she wrote, his eyes cleared ahd =*3 lips twitched upward in a smile, “Thanks,” he said, pocketing the book. “And now suppose we collect your belongings.” 2 = 2 HE train was entering the terminal as they walked forward to

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“No one’s meeting me,” she replied, “but the subway takes me right to my door.” “If it's all the same to you,” he said, “we’ll take a taxi. I've just thought of a lot of things I want to tell you.” ’ # o ” Y were first to leave the car. “Here we go,” he said, gayly, handing the bags to a porter and taking her arm for the walk through the station. A moment later his hold tightened as he spoke again, this time close to her ear. “You see,” he said, “it’s this way. The Chief wants to see you at headquarters, Kitty Blake, about that bank job your sweetie, Red Nagle, and his ‘mob pulled off last week. So unless you want to make a scene, you'll walk right along with me. The gentleman on your right, who just Jomed uo ls my partner, Inspector “Okay, copper,” came the girl's reply. Her voice had suddenly become hard and flat; “I admit you had me going until you stooped over in the train to pick up the bags and gave me a glimpse of your hip pocket

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