Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 January 1937 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TODAY . The gaiety of the Christmas party at Thunder Mesa,” the de Forest hacienda in New Mexico, has a tragic ending when Pearl Sam de Forest, oldest of three brothers, is found dead with an ancient knife in his throat. Each of the de Forest brothers has the first name “Pearl.” Pearl John is the youngest, Pearl Pierre, next in age, takes charge of affairs, orders everyone to remain at the hacienda. The others are Tante Josephine, old and an invalid; Betty Welch, her young companion; Ramon Vasquez and Angelique Abeyta, guests at the party; Prof. Shaw, archeologist, and Bob Graham, tire salesman, at the hacienda waiting for his car to be repaired. The body of Pearl Sam disappears. Later Ramon and Angelique, learn it has been burned. Then Pearl Pierre is found, lifeless, below a rocky ledge, the same knife that killed his brother in his throat. Pearl John accuses Broken Shield, an Indian servant, of the murders. Next day Tante Josephine is dead and Broken Shield is missing. Prof. Shaw is investigating the basement of the house when someone springs on him. Later he is found, unconscious. Angelique secures the key to the basement and finds the entrance to a -Secret passage. Jealous of Betty, she forces her into this passage and closes the door. Bob quarrels with Pearl John and Ramon. They bind his arms and legs and lock him in his room. Bob escapes through a window. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

QS TOMBLING along as rapidly as AJ he could on the slippery footing, Bob came to the top of the canyon without encountering any‘one. He cast a triumphant glance back over his shoulder and turned down the trail. More than once he ripped and fell, bruising himself against sharp, hidden rocks, but he dared not take time to watch his steps. Time had become the all-impor-tant factor. If Betty were still alive —and Bob would not let himself believe she was not—he must get, help from Santa Fe at once. With official permission to search the house, he avas sure he could find her. . Breathlessly he pushed on, noting that Pear] John had had a narrow . pathway cleared. The cold wind, whistling between the high canyon walls, made him draw his coat closer about him, but the shivery nervousness that gripped him had nothing to do with the weather.

At any minute he expected te hear footsteps behind him. More than once he paused and held his breath as some noise came to his straining €ars. If he could make it down to ‘ the plains, some motorists might “come along who would give him a lift. Wearily he fought on, conscious row that his bruised nead was aching with a dull, persistent throb.

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E remembered then that he - had Vasquez to thank for his discomfort. In his mind Bob went over the scene in the library. Pearl John de Forest certainly had used high-handed methods—tying him up and leaving him, unconscious, to come out of it or not. What kind of a man was de Forest, anyway? The rest of the family had seemed to be on the verge of lunacy but Bob had figured Pearl John to be different. He had grown to like him, in fact. ut now—now he could believe anything of him. As for Ramon Vasquez—on the surface, Ramon seemed polished and agreeable enough, but once or twice Bob had caught an expression in his dark eyes that he could not understand. = Outwardly Ramon was everything a guest should be, clever and good - company. Bob felt sure, though, that there were depths of his nature that were not apparent on first acquaintance. Was he is love with the beautiful Angelique, .or was he more taken with Betty? Perhaps it was only his own jealousy that made him see significance in Ramon’s attentions to Betty. z un » 2 NE thing Bob. was sure of— that Angelique was devoted to the handsome Vasquez. Her flirting with the other men was nothing more than a gesture. * Carefully he skirted ‘a boulder that rose on one side of the trail and waited a moment in its shelter to take stock of his location. Was that sound from behind only the steady whine of the wind? Bob decided his imagination was getting the better of him, and started on, his thoughts once more on the strange household he had left behind. There was the thin-faced archeologist, still lying in a coma. How did they know that he was what he said? What if the professor were only pretending that he could not speak or move? And that wooden-faced Indian who had guarded the top of the trail down the canyon. Why a guard there, anyway? And where was the _ Indian now? If the- old lady had not died Bob would have thought she had had something to do with the death of her nephews. Maybe she did, at that. She had not been one-half so feeble and half-witted as she seemed. He was convinced of this and Betty thought so, too. Betty— where was she now? The thought lent wings to Bob's feet, and he strode ahead with added speed. " Then he heard a noise and turned quickly. Someone was coming behind him. He listened a minute. decided it was more than one person, and that they were coming with all the speed of familiarity with the trail. Bob hurried his own pace—then turned his ankle against a fallen log ; The stab of pain made him dizzy for a moment, but he hobbled a few steps farther befofé he sank in the snow. Nearer and nearer came the pursuers. Now they were just around that last curve in the road. If he had a gun he might fight it out, but, with one leg out of commission, what chance had he ggainst even one opponent?

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HE next few minutes seemed an eternity. Then a glow of © light blinded Bob as some one with a swinging lantern peered down at him in the darkness. There were three men together. At a curt command from one (Bob was sure he recognized de Forest's voice) an Indian blanket was dropped over his head and he was lifted and carried up the trail by

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two stout prisoner. That journey back to the hacienda lasted for a space Of time which always remained uncertain in Bob's mind, for, even when they came to the level of the mesa, the men did not stop a minute. They hurried on until apparently they came to the house itself. Then Bob felt himself being carried down a flight of stairs. After a few moments he was laid on a floor and heard de Forest talking in low tones. Bob gritted his teeth, waiting to see what would happen next. : ; He did not have to wait long. Retreating footsteps told him that the two men who had carried him were departing, and now he had the sensation that someone was leaning over him, for a blur of light came through the thickness of the blanket. In a minute he. was - being pulled through some kind of an opening . and bumped along a dirt fioor. The pain in his injured ankle drove all else from his mind and a groan escaped his lips. Abruptly the journey ended and he heard his jailer moving away, though he had loosened the blanket so Bob could breathe more easily. After a while his ankle stopped throbbing and he tried again to get out of the blanket. He seemed to be tied around the waist with a stout rope. That was why he could not get his hands up to his pocket where he had a knife.

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* » ” ” FTER a while he stopped struggling and lay still, listening. Something was creeping toward him, slowly, softly, as though feeling the way in the darkness. Had he been left helpless to be devoured by some slinking animal? A ‘cold chill of horror swept over Bob. This ‘was the climax of all

the de Forest criielty. Now, he was cerfain he had fallen into the power

of a mad man, more ruthless even than the older brothers or Tante Josephine. The creeping thing stopped at Bob's side. He felt hands—human hands—fumbling at the blanket. Almost at once the rope about his waist was loosened. Bob tore the blanket from his head and reached out into the darkness—to grasp a girl’s small hands. : “Oh!” she gasped. “Betty!” The next minute he held her tight in his arms. “It’s Bob,” he told her excitedly. ~“De Forest threw me down here, too. I was trying to escape down the canyon to get to the city. Sprained my ankle. They caught me and brought me back. For once, I've got the breaks—finding you again. I guess I sort of went crazy when I thought de Forest had done away with you.” ae o E?” she repeated when she could get her breath. “It was Angelique who got me down here, didn’t you know that?” Quickly she told him what had happened, adding, “Angelique couldn’t tie a rope any better than any other girl, so I got loose.” When she had finished and realized that the terrible wait alone in the darkness was over, Betty wept softly. At last she dried her eyes, saying in a shamed tone, “You'll think me a regular baby, crying like this, but it was dreadful not to know where I was or what might happen. Every time anything moved in the blackness I wanted to scream, but'I wouldn’t let myself.” Bob pressed his cheek against her soft hair. “I think youre the pluckiest girl in the whele world,” he told her. “Wait a minute—let’s strike a match. I want to look at you.” “Count your matches, Bob,” she told him. “If there aren't very many, you'd better -keep them to help us get out of here.”

(To Be Continued)

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ICHARD HOLLINGFORD had "been well brought up. His mother, his father and his two older sisters had seen to that. The rules regarding proper respect to one’s elders had been stressed. Now, at 18, having been graduated from high school in June, Richard was diligently seeking a job — unsuccessfully to date, although to the best of his ability, he had applied the methods of approach advocated by family and friends, being careful always to display respectful politeness and tact toward those from whom he sought employment. ; Today, he had an appointment at 2 o'clock with Mr. Stone of the Stone Steel Co. He entered the building, on the tenth floor of which the company’s offices were located, and stepped into an elevator. : The elevator filled rapidly. Richard was pushed back against the rear of the cage, directly behind a man of middle age. The car started its upward journey, disgorging its load by twos and threes at each successive floor. Richard casually studied the man before him—the gray hair beneath the turned-down brim of the hat, the healthy glow of the skin of the one cheek he could see, the gray suit, the snug set of the collar, the bit of blue bow tie he could glimpse.

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T the ninth floor, Richard and the man in gray became the only remaining passengers. As the eleyator stopped at the tenth floor, Richard glanced at his wrist watch. It was two minutes to two. He started toward the door. 4 Then, the years of training that had made courtesy become second nature to him came to the fore. He saw that the older man was also about to leave the elevator, and stepped back to let him go first. The man, however, stopped in the doorway to engage in a conversation with the operator, thus blocking Richard’s exit. Richard waited politely. The man, still talking, took the two cigars from his pocket, handed one to the operator, bit off the end of the other, and lighted it. Richard looked at his watch again. One minute to two. Suddenly, angrily, he threw politness to the winds, and shouldered roughly past the men. “Going to park there all day?” he growled. He stalked down the corridor, followed by the wrathful glare of the man in gray. Almost instantly he was repentant. “Whatever made me do that?” he muttered.

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E found the offices of Stone Steel. The girl at the reception desk looked up. “I have an appointment with Mr. ‘Stone,” Richard announced. “Sit down,” the girl bade him. “Mr. Stone will be in at any moment now.” . Richard sat down. As. he did so, he heard a door down the hall open and close. “There is Mr. Stone now,” said the girl. She rose and entered a private office, then returned. Motioning Richard, she said, “Mr. Stone will see you now.” Richard stood up, smoothed his hair, fingered his tie, and: strode into the private office. Seated at a large desk, smoking a big black cigar, was a ruddyfaced, gray-haired man attired in a perfectly tailored gray business suit set off by a neat blue bow tie. Richard «roze in his tracks; the color drained from his face, and he moistened his lips with his tongue. Mr. Stone was the first to speak. “Ah!” he said icily. “My friend of the elevator encounter!” =| Richard gulped. “Yes, sir,” he answered shakily. “No, sir—I mean I didn’t know it was you, sir.” “What if you didn’t?” Mr. Stone demanded. “Have you no respect. for your elders?”

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spect stuff! Richard was fed up with it. It hadn’t landed him a job, had it? The heck with this job, too! Mr. Stone was speaking again. “You might at least have—" Richard didn’t wait for him to finish. For the second time that afternoon, he acted on impulse. He took a quick step forward, leaned over the desk. : “Listen!” he barked. “I had an appointment here at 2 o'clock. An cld buck in the elevator—it happened to be you—held me up, delayed me. He was in my way. And —" Richard shook his finger under Mr. Stone’s nose— “when I am after anything and anyone gets in my way—well, it’s just too bad! Now! Do I get this job? Yes or no!” Mr. Stone's mouth was set in a hard, straight line. The muscles of his jaw bulged = ominously. He reached across the desk and pressed a button. : ; Almost immediately, the door opened and the girl from the outer office appeared. “Miss Simmons,” Mr. Stone said grimly, “show this. man out!” His face relaxed, broké=slowly into a grin. “Out nig gees department. Young fellow, youre hired!” THE END

(Copyright, 1937. by _ United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

The characters in this story are fictitiGus.

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