Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 February 1937 — Page 18

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BOLITHO BLANE, British disappears from yacht owned by principal competitor, CARLTON ROCKSAVAGE, off Miami. A note found in Blane's cabin, addressed to his secretary, NICHOLAS STODART. indicates suicide since he faced backruptey. A memo written bv Stedart shows Blane's company stock, ARGUS SUDS, closing at a new low that dav, Other passengers aboard the yacht GOLDEN GULL are MISS FERRI ROCKSAVAGE, Rocksavage's daughter: LADY WELTER: REGINALD JOCELYN, MRS. JOCELYN. Lady Welter's daughter and son-in-law: the BISHOP OF BUDE: COUNT LUIGI POSODINI and INOSUKE HAYASHL Detective Officer XETTERING, bhoarding the vacht at Miami, finds strange marks on Blane’s éabin carpet and blood on curtain. Upon examination, Rocksavage admits inviting Blane aboard to effect amalgamation of their companies. Mr. and Mrs. Jocelyn reveal Lady Welter is heavily interested in Rocksavage stocks,

NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Detective Officer Neame's Shorthand Notes of Detective Officer Kettering’s Examination of Lady Welter. > —Good morning, Lady Welter. K Take a chair, please. L. W.—Thank you, 1 stand K.—Just as vou wish. lady. I. W.—What is it you wish to see me about? K.—Isn't that rather obvious? You

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know that I'm the officer in charge |

of the investigation of Mr. Bolitho Blane's death. L. W.—And what has that to do with me? K —Nothing—nothing, as far as 1 know, Lad:- Welter, but this is just a matter of routine and you won't mind answering a few questions, I'm sure. L. W.—That all depends on the questions, young man. K.—Well, thev're quite simple. It's just a matter of routine checking up, and I'd like you to tell me just what your movements were between the time of the yacht sailing from Miami and your going in to dinner last night. L. W.—Are vou acgusing me . . . K—Now, now, have a heart, please. I'm not accusing anyone of anything, but it's my duty to get all these details which may seem stupid to vou. Where were you when the ship sailed? L. W.—I was on deck talking to the Bishop of Bude. K.—Whereabouts on deck? L. W.—By the rail. 1 was leaning on it, if you must know, K.—Yes, but in what ship? L. W.—I was facing the land. K.—You saw the tender come off, then? L. W.—I did and the Bishop said to me “That's Mr. Bolitho Blane,’ as the two men came up the gangway into the middle of the ship.

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= = = > .—The Bishop knew Blane by K sight. then? L. W.—I don't sO K.—Right, what happened after that? L. W—The Bishop and I went down to our cabins. When I came up to the lounge I found Mr. Rocksavage with Mr. Blane's secretary and the Bishop. The secretary was introduced to me and we sat there until Mr. Rocksavage left. K.—What time was that? L. W.—J really haven't the faintest idea. What has all this to dom K.—Patience, please. What happened after Mr. Rocksavage left the lounge? L. W.—If you must know, the Japanese gentleman came in and then my daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Jocelvn. After the dinner bugle sounded Mr. Rocksavage came in, too, but he went downstairs almost at once and some message came up that Mr. Blane was ill, so that we were to go in to dinner without waiting any longer. K.—Am I right in believing that vou hold a large block of shares in the Rocksavage companies? L. W.—That, young man, is nothing whatsoever to do with you. K.—Did vou come on this trip for pleasure? . L. W.—For my own reasons. This discussion is quite pointless. K.—All right, all right. I won't trouble you anv more now, Lady Welter, but maybe we'll have to have one of these jolly little discussions together again, a little later on.

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Detective Officer Neame’s shorthand notes of Detective Officer Kettering’s examination of the Very Rev. Dr. Stapleton Thomas, D. D., the Lord Bishop of Bude.

~Good morning Bishop. B.—Good morning—good morning. This ¥s a very distressing affair—very distressing. K.—It certainly is, and I am sure you will forgive me bothering vou, but I have got to ask you just a few questions, so that I can check up on events last night. B.—Of course. I am the last per-

son to wish to obstruct you in vour | duties, officer. Any information that

I can give is entirely at your service. K.—That's nice of you, Bishop. I only wish that all the people I've had to question looked on things like that. Now, perhaps you'll tell me what you were doing between the time of the ship sailing and going in to dinner last night. B.--1I was standing by the afterrail on the starboard side of the ship, with Lady Welter, when we left Miami.

K.—You saw Blane and his secre- |

tary come aboard, then? B.—Yes. K.—You are quite certain that it was Blane? B.—Oh, yes. I remarked to Lady Weter at the time how very much older he was looking. K.—You knew him before then? B.—1 would hardly say that I

knew him, but we met once about |

seven years ago. He was staying in an English country house whefe I also chanced to be a guest. K.—What happened after that? B.—Lady Welter and I went below shortly after the ship sailed. 1 changed for dinner and came up to the lounge at 8 o'clock. I can state the time with certainty as the ship's bell was sounded just as I went up the companionway. My host, Mr. Rocksavage, was there with Mr. Stodart. A few minutes after that Lady Welter came in and then Mr. Rocksavage went below to change, remarking as he did so that he had tr

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left it very late and, if he were not up on time, we were to go into din{ner without him. J] = » ADY WELTER and I talked with Mr. Stodart for a time, and then a Japanese gentleman, who hag come aboard in the afternoon, joined us. Mr. and Mrs. Jocelyn came in next—no, no, I'm wrong there—Count Posodini ar-

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Jocelyns, just before the bugle sounded. “Mr. Rocksavage was a little late and had no sooner arrived in the lounge than he was sent for to go below. We stood about for a few minutes, and then Miss Rocksavage came in. Soon after she received a message from her father that Mr.

Blane had been taken ill, so that |

the vacht was returning to Miami, and that we were to go in to dinner without waiting any longer. K.—Thanks, Bishop. That's all nice and clear. {tell me about the objects of this party?

B.—Well, its just a pleasure trip, | I had hoped that it |

vou know. would be a most pleasant relaxation from my arduous duties. I have a large flock you know—a large flock. K.—But you were aware, surely, that Lady Welter is a very rich woman and a considerable portion of her fortune is invested in the Rocksavage companies? B.—Yes, I was aware of that. Lady Welter is a very old friend of mine—one of my oldest and,

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vou will not misunderstand me (when I say, one of my dearest | friends. Those papers that she controls at home wield an enormous | | influence for good, and it has been | my privilege on many occasions | | to advise her on questions of policy | | for those papers. K.—She might well have con- | sulted vou then if the money | which supports those papers was | lin jeopardy? B.—Yes, she certainly might have done so as an old friend, you know—a very old friend. K.—But you didn't actually know | that this trip was cover for a big | business deal in which Rocksavage, | | Bolitho Blane and Lady Welter were | concerned? B.—No. I was not actually aware | | of that. | K.—And, although you had known ! | Blane previously, you did not have any communication with him while he was on board this ship? (At this point Stodart, whom we | had sent for earlier for the purpose | | of getting a flash photograph of | him, came into the cabin. I snapped | him as he entered. We then saw | that the Bishop had collapsed in his | | chair. After a moment he came round out after his faint, apologized |

| and mentioned that he had had no |

breakfast, also that he suffered from

| his heart. Detective Officer Ketter- |

ing, having concluded his examina- |

| tion, allowed the Bishop to with- | ‘draw in Stodard’s company. |

(To Be Continued)

Save this installment as evidence | to help you solve the crime.

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E folks in Clayton were used to old Jake Herendeen's boasting. We figured that, living

alone on his rocky little farm, the |

woebegone old fellow got to dreaming of the heroic person he wished he were and eventually came to believe Ris dreams. When, however, he boldly stated that, in his youth, he had been the champion ice skater of six states, and that he was still as good a man as ever with the steel blades, he went a step too far. Con Webster, from Springdale, was among those who heard him make the statement in Ed Forsythe's general store.

“So you're good, eh, Jake?” Con |

inquired blandly. “Well, we've got an old fellow over at Springdale who's quite a skater. Bet he could beat you. How old are you, Jake?” “Me?” Old Jake pulled his battered felt hat over his eyes. “I'm 68.” “Well, Al Philbrook is a vear older than you, Jake, and slick as a whistle on skates. What do you say we arrange a race on Crystal Lake, and see whether voure as good as Al? We could have a prize for the winner. I'll put up $25 myself to start with and I guess there are plenty of others who would contribute toward the prize. Old Jake gasped. “Now, now!” he protested, putting a trembling hand on Con's arm. “I-I ain't in trainin’, Con. Now, listen—" “Oh, train.” Con beamed. “What do | you say we make the race three weeks from today? That'll give you plenty 0’ time. Well, I've got to be going. 1'll tell all the boys over at Springdale and fix it up with old Al Philbrook.”

ON's departure, in his rattletrap of a flivver, left us all speech-

(less. Rivalry had existed for years

between Clayton and Springdale, in |

such matters as the fire department and the Fourth of July parades. Now here was new rivalry—for the

| sexagenarian ice-skating champion- |

|ship! Why, we never even knew | before that old Jake could skate and, despite his boasting. we doubted very much whether he could even stand up on the ice,

It looked as if Clayton was headed |

for sure defeat. Some of us knew Al Philbrook—a sprightly, wiry sort of chap whom years seemed only | to toughen. Jake, on the other hand, was so feeble, he practically tottered when he walked. should have been in a home for the aged long ago. However, there wasn't any thought of backing down before Springdale. We had to go through with it. | Mournfully, we started a prize fund, to match what the Springdale folks put up—a sort of wager, really, that Jake couid boat Al ler even tried to inspire some enthusiasm in us. “Cheer up!” he urged brightly. “Al Philbrook ain't any spring | chicken. Maybe Jake can beat him. | Maybe Jake was champion of six states once and, if he was, he wouldn't lose the knack. Trainin’ ought to put him in shape in no | time.” Lon almost had us believing Jake really had a chance. Anyway, we got some skates and took old Jake | down to Sawyer's Pond to practice.

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E nearly broke his neck. First off, he lurched backward, struggled in midair, and crashed on the ice so hard we thought he'd go through. We got him up. Gingerly, he tried again. His arms | swung like a windmill. Three of us kept him from falling. We eyed each other mournfully. “It's no use,” Lawyer Fitzhugh | said, from the sidelines. “We'll just have to take our medicine. Spring- | dale gets the laugh on us this | time.” If you've ever lived in a community our size, you'll know how | rivalry can grow like a snowball rolling downhill. It wasn’t long before Springdale’s boasting had be- | come disgusting. Even Al Philbrook himself drove over to tell us | how he was going to trim old Jake as if Jake were stuck to the ice. | "“I-—I wish I'd never let on,” Jake I-said woefully, “how I used to be the | —the skating champion, the best in | Six states.” ° “Aw, shucks, Jake!” Lon Fuller encouraged him. “You'll be a perfect whirlwind!” His words certainly didn’t sound convincing, in | view of Jake's performance on the ice. Still, we kept him practicing and, surprisingly, he grew much better. He even showed signs of what he might have been in his youth, if he really hadn't been dreaming about it all. However, he wasnt anywhere wear u5 good u he hat W

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| be, in our opinion, to beat Spring- | dale’s man Philbrook.

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| T last, the great day came. We took old Jake over to Crystal | | Lake early, to let him try out the | half-mile course that had been measured out. Foriunately, the {wind was at his back. | To make the occasion a holiday, a hockey game preceded the main | event, and there were also pretine 4 inary races among younger skaters. | Then, finally, it was time for the | big attraction—the contest between | old Jake and Al Philbrook, | Con Webster went out to the | | starting line with Al. Our own Lon | {| Keller was Jake's assistant. Old Al | | wore a skin-tight skating costume. | Jake had on corduroy trousers tied | fat the ankles, with a sweater above. | Lon rapidly rubbad his legs and! back as a final stimulation to the | old fellow’s circulation. | Bang! went the starter’s gun, and | ‘they were off! The crowd yelled. And then—suddenly old Jake | took our breath away. He was off like a shot. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to his style. He went faster and faster, slipping. jerking, but gaining speed all the time. Philbrook tried his best to | get ahead. but couldn't. Jake was like a man possessed.

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| UR crowd roared as he crossed | the finish line well in advance | of the Springdale contender. : | But he didn’t stop there. He went | hopping over the ground on his | {skates as though he didn't know | ‘the race was over. We thought | | he'd gone crazy. Then, finally, he | | fell down on the ground and just lay there gasping. | We had all chased after him, and | | we picked him up and lauded him | | to the skies. “Jake!” we yelled, pounding him on the back. You won the prize and saved Clayton's reputation! You're ! a champion all right!” “Huh!” he snorted, after he final- | ly got his breath. “I ain’t takin’ | too much credit. "Course, I had to | skate pretty fast to win but it was (Lon Keller that did it, dang him!” “Lon Keller?” we chorused. “Yes!” Jake nodded grimly. “Dang (him! Just before the gun, when Ny pertended to rub my legs and back, he slipped a live mouse into my | pants.” y THE END.

| The characters in this story are fictitious. |

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