Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 April 1937 — Page 26

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Martha Brittain and Betty Haynes begin a trip up the West Coast to demonstrate the new| Airspeed trailer. They pick up Gerry yea handsome young hitch-hiker. Neal tells them he is to meet a friend, Jack Speddon, at the Long Beach autd camp. But at Long Beach, Neal disappears from the trailer and Speddon abducts Betty. . After repeated {efforts to find Betty, Martha again meets Neal and agrees to return to San Francisco with him to searrh for Betty. Meanwhile, Martha * has fallen in love with Neal, despite the fact she does not know whether ‘she can trust him. In San Francisco, Martha finds that neither Betty nor Speddon are registered at a hotel desiznated for their meeting. Instead, Martha gets a letter, presumably from Betty, explaining that everything is all right. But Martha is more and more | disturbed. She wants to call police but Neal protests this move might mean Betty's death. Then Neal tells ia he loves her. That night Martha slips away from the hotel and parks her trailer at a local aute park. Neal {finds her the next day, hints that if Martha didn’t love him. she would have tiyrned him over to the police. And Mirtha replies, ‘and that's what I'm oing to do.” | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER FOURTEEN 0,” - Neal told her uietly. “You're not going to repart to the police. Youre going to take my advice.” >

“What makes you so certain of |

that?” i “Because,” Neal said, “youre in love with me. Why don't you stop pretending, Martha, as T havep” The color rose furiously in tha's cheeks. "Don’t be absurd}” Gerry Neal shrugged. “All right. Then you're not :in: love with me . . . But suppose we get started?” Still = flushing = angrily, Martha piled the breakfast dishes into the little galley sink, and took down her leather jacket from its hook. Wordless, she got out of the trailer] and Neal hopped to the ground after her. Shoving the portable steps-in-side the vehicle, Martha locked the door of the trailer and hurried to the coupe. A grim Gerry Neal was already at the wheel. | “Hop in,” he invited casually. Her lips compressed in a tight, thin line, Martha got inside.’ Then quickly her hand shot toward the pocket in the door of the car. Neal smiled as Martha withdrew, hand—empty. | “I have the gun,” he said coolly. ® #n 2 | ® Miz after mile thev drove in silence...

Jones grimly, and all the while played into Neal's conversation. Once he stretched his arms at the wheel, turned his head as if his neck “were growing stiff, and Martha leaped at the chance she had been waiting for, leading up to gradually. | ° “You must be tired,” she told him solicitously. “Le me drive a while.” un n ” HE coupe and trailer slowed down. “I'm ready to have you take over. Beating this pavement with all the curves of the: Redwood Highway has been tiresome, all right.” But he did not get out of the car to give her the wheel. Instead, he slid beneath her, literally lifted her in strong .arms to the wheel. “There you are .. . I might even snooze a while. I was up pretty early this morning to get over to Oakland. I was afraid I might miss you.” : Martha pressed the coupe on, driving at. more than her accustomed speed because she was afraid that Neal might want to take the wheel again. But he seemed |genuinely tired. | ‘They had not gone many miles

before he had ‘dropped off to sleep with his head thrown back against the cushions. Taking advantage of this, Martha stepped on the accele-rator-even harder, anxious to reach Eureka before he awakened. Soon she began to see road signs indicating the distance to the northern California lumber town—22 miles, 17 miles, 11 miles. With every nerve of her body taut, Martha rushed the coupe onward,’ fearing every moment that Neal. would awaken and notice the speedometer reading. Eight miles. Three miles. And then, at the edge of the town, Martha slowed down, let the engine of the coupe purr softly as she swerved into a big modern service station. Quickly she’ stopped the outfit, leaped out and ran to the burly attendant inside the glass inrlosure. r

arrested,” she whispered quickly.

he's dangerous!”

(To Be Continued)

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ROSCOE WAS A CARD—By Rundell Murphy

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her |

through the | busy |

streets of Oakland and Berkeley, on through Vallejo. then always bear-|

ing north along the coast toward Eureka. The country grew wilder, with broad rolling hills and scattered oaks. Then wilder and more ominous vet as they passed the giant redwoods, serene in their strength and their years, making even the coupe and trailer look like the puny toys of a child. Once Neal said, “Whenever

you |

get hungry, I'll be glad to stop.” |

Martha did not answer. She had |

resolved to give Neal no quarter. no | encouragement. row that he had] dared to assume she was in love with him. She was angry. too, at his highhandedness. at his cocksure certainty. And as the car raced northward, the Airspeed Trailer swaying easily behind, she resolved to carry out what she had planned days before. “When I was still sane.” she told herself bitterly. “Before—before I'd let a man make a ‘stupid fool of me.” It seemed to her now that Neal had overplayed his hand.

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IS remarks in the trailer back {And she'd go to the theater with there in Oakland had betrayed | him—always him. He was sure of her now—sure {that he wouldn't fake hay-fever in

that she would do as he wanted, and sure that she would believe whatever he chose to tell her.

But now it was her turn at deception. Carefully. as they drove in silence ‘through the towering redwoods, she formulated her plan. She would suggest they stop for lunch, and over the table she would pretend to resign herself to his program. In every way she would attempt to put him off his guard— and then. at the first opportunity, she would turn him over to the

police and make a full report about |

Speddon and the disappearance of Betty Haynes. She hoped fervently that the chance would come that evening, at Eureka. But, whenever it came, she would use it. She would not be weak again because Neal was attractive and had professed his love.

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T was well after 1 o'clock when Martha, keeping a sullen note in her voice, suggested that they stop for something to eat. “Right!” Neal answered noncommittally. “I'll drive in at the next likely looking place.” It turned out to be a lonely hamburger shack on the edge of the road. There was one woman attending, but both Neal and Martha were hungry—and the food did belie the woman's appearance. As Martha ate, she searched the little room for signs of a telephone, hoped that the woman's husband would enter—showing sufficient height and breadth to cope with Neal. But no man appeared. “I,ook here,” Neal said at last, “you can’t act like this indefinitely, Martha. Why not be human again?” Martha looked into her coffee cup absently. Then she made a little gesture of casual defeat. “I suppose we may as well be congenial traveling companions—sirice you insist that we do travel together.”

“That's the way to talk!” He held out his cigarets to her, then |

a light from his pocket torch. «Whatever you think of me, I'm insisting upon accompanying you because—well, because I don’t want anything to happen to you.” ” ” ” 1 " HANK you,” Martha said quietly. “Shall we go on now?” - Carefully she was taking care not .to overdo the role of a woman ready to forgive. She could tell by Neal's lighter manner, by the soft glow in his eyes, that he believed she ‘had, woman-like, changed within the day. He was surer now than ever before that what he had said in the trailer was true. And ‘this, she told herself triumphantly, wouid put him even more completely off his guard. That afternoon as they proceeded on their way, Martha talked more freely—taking it slowly at first, pretending that she was unconsciously warming under his charm. But something cold and hard within her breast kept her to her purpose. “It’s .. my -turn now,” she {olf herself jopao Toh Bi wih i”)

{to have her raucous nephew and

slatternly |

OSCOE was|certainly a card! We often: had suspicions that his Aunt Eugenia didn't care so much for the things he did, but she never showed it. We would often drop into her apartment with Ros|coe, for cocktails, and she would sit quietly laughing at his latest prank. She seemed to| enjoy the practical jokes he played lon her as much as the tricks he x on everyone

else. She seemed to, that is, but we sometimes suspected she wasn't en-! tirely sincere. | Anyway, she was a brick. Imagine a quiet, dignified old lady who liked

‘his riotous friends in for cocktails!

exacting a promise | the middle of the performance— fand to night clubs, where she ent joyed herself as much as any of | | us. We all felt perfectly at ease with! | Aunt Eugenia.

| Roscoe was the only close rela- |

{tive she had. He and her big An- | gora tomcat were the only things | {she had in the world to care for. | All this made Roscoe very pleased, | since she couldn't very well leave {her money to the cat. Nevertheless, ‘there was some jealousy on his part | toward the cat. { = zn ” | i E displayed it one time in one of his best jokes. r Aunt Eugenia had been saying for some time that she wished she had a dog, too, but she was afraid a dog wouldn't get along with the cat. Finally, Roscoe said. he knew the very dog for her, one that had been brought up with cats; but it would take a few weeks to get it. i He bought a young collie and, for three weeks, whetted its natural hatred of cats—letting it tear calico felines to pieces and sicking it on | strays when he took it out for walks. | Then he sent it to Aunt Eugenia. As soon as the collie was out of | the crate, it started after Tabby. | Aunt Eugenia didn't get it corraled | until it had jarred a couple of platters off the sideboard, tipped over her spinet and broke one of the legs, and smashed a prized Chinese vase, However, she laughed all this off, sent the collie to a dog farm, and put in a week nursing Tabby, who had come off rather badly in the battle. Then, Roscoe undertook to have the vase repaired, and had it put together with the dragon's head on the mandarin’s shoulders. Even another smashing and restoring could not have helped it now. Aunt Eugenia laughed again, but with a certain glint in her eye.

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HORTLY after this, we all went on a week-end fishing trip. Roscoe insisted that Aunt Eugenia go along, although I knew she didn't care about it. We found a fine trout stream and set up camp. Aunt Eugenia settled herself in a éamp chair with her knitting, while the rest of us prepared to fish. Now, I had recently bought a new fly rod, the finest I had ever owned —10 feet of flawless hexagonal bamboo, perfect in balance and with just the right degree of whip. I am very fastidious about’ my fishing equipment. I set it up, put on a Royal Coachman, and cast from the bank info a deep pool right before the camp. Tio my consternation, the,rod broke. That is. I thought it broke. When I whipped: it forward, I felt it give. ana the line and lure coiled around it, but when I looked it over, 1 could see nothing wrong. I tried it again. and the same thing happened. Then, I examined it more closely and I saw that a dovetail hinge had been very cleverb

| Angora, cat Tabby,

I saw red—I stepped up and laid a hefty right on Roscoe's chin.

ly constructed in the middle of the center section. I looked up, and there was Roscoe doubled up with laughter. It was a little too much for me. I saw ‘red, and before I knew it, I had stepped up and laid a hefty right on Roscoe's chin. The others

“The man in that car must be

“And be careful—he’s got a gun and |

| gasped, and Aunt Eugenia jumped |

up and screamed in a very peculiar |

way.

Well, Roscoe forgave me after a

while, and I borrowed a rod to go on fishing. Nevertheless, my weekend was spoiled. I

" n zn HEN came Roscoe's masterpiece. One afternoon, over our pro-

| tests, he clipped dozens of coupons

from a bunch of magazines, filled them in wth Aunt Eugenia's name and address, and mailed them. In a few days, the poor woman was driven nearly frantic as sample packages, pamphlets, and C. O. D. parcels began to arrive—everything from chick feed to motorboat parts. Roscoe had a funny look on his face when he learned she had paid the C. O. D. claims, but, he joined with her in laughing about it the next

her apartment.

suddenly died. It gave us all quite a jolt. There was some red tape before they got around to the reading of the will, but we all knew, of course, that Roscoe was the sole heir. He | asked us all to be present, and so we were, * We believe he had|some prac-

was, it never materialized. . . . After the first great shock, the attorney came to the part in the will about Roscoe: “To my ever loving nephew, I will and bequeath my collie dog, my one carton of chick feed, one roll of special doubleI strength parbed wire, 47 sundry samples of soap, one package of canary seed, one embroidered seat cover, one angle iron for a motorboat propeller—” The list went on and on. It was tough on Roscoe. However. I never learned first-hand exactly how he took it, because he and I stopped speaking. You see, after describing in her will the incident when I had punched Roscoe, Aunt Eugenia left all her money to me.

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