Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 April 1937 — Page 42

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

By Nard Jones

BEGIN HERE TODAY Martha Brittain and Betty Haynes pick up Gerry Neal, handsome young hitchhiker, on their way up the West’ Coast to demonstrate the new Airspeed trailer. At the Long Beach auto camp, where Neal was to meet a friend, one Jack §peddon, 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 search 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 the hotel designated for their meeting. Instead, Martha gets a | letter, presumably from Betty, explaining that everything is all right. But Martha is increasingly disturbed. She wants to call police but Neal tells her this move might mean Betty's death. That night Neal tells Martha he loves her, hints ‘that if she didn’t love him, she would have turned him in to the police long ago. And the next day, en route north with Neal, Martha suddenly swerves her car into a filling station, while Neal is asleep, and tells the attendant that Gerry must be arrested. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER XV HE burly attendent took one T look at Martha's pretty, troubled face, and needed no further encouragement. In a swift movement he reached beneath the cash register and brought out a revolver. Three long strides and he was at the side of the coupe, swinging open the door. “Come on,” he said, Neal's shoulder. “Get

there!” Neal

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stirred drowsily, then opened his eyes, found himself staring into the ominous barrel of the station attendant’s revolver. “What's the idea?” J sat uw raight, looking first at nis assailre il beyond at Martha Brittain. “What is this, a joke?” “No,” the husky young attendant mentioned. “I said get out of there, and it isn’t any joke. He spoke over his shoulder to Martha. ‘You better call the police station. I can't

. leave here or I'd take him down for

oun.” [ y Neal's eyes widened unbelievingly.

«police station? Look here—" : “No back talk, buddy. Hold quiet a minute.” A huge hand tapped the bulge in Neal's coat pocket, drew out the revolver he.had taken from Martha's coupe. “Now just sit down on the running board while the lady phones for a nice big taxi. 2 ” a8 1S expression ludicruous with astonishment, Gerry Neal dropped ignominiously to the running board of the coupe. He saw Martha tak-

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phone inside the glass inclosure beyond the gasoline pumps. “See here, you fool, that girl has misled you. You've no right to—" «Button your lip,” the attendant No doubt about ig, he was enjoying himself as he had never enjoyed himself before. In his excited brain danced sweet visions of newspaper headlines, maybe a reward for capturing a dangerous criminal.] - Neal fell silent. Though he was inwardly raging he knew now that he was helpless... This giant idiot wouldn’t listen’ to reason—and Martha had already telephoned the police. Casually he asked his captor's permission to reach into his pocket for a cigaret. Instead, the younger man inserted one ‘of his own between Neal’s lips and lighted it. “I'm not,” he explained, “taking any chances.” ” 8 2

T seemed to Martha that she I had hardly turned from the telephone when a siren-screech-ing police car rolled into the station lot. : : She was grateful for the despatch of the Eureka police because, to her annoyance, she found she could not face Neal's ironically amused gaze. “How he must despise me!” she thought—and then added quickly: “Suppose he does, I'll never see him again.” She was when one of the her that she must come to the station with them and prefer charges against Neal. In her excitement this contingency had not occurred to her. She was grateful when two officers took Neal— thoroughly handcuffed—into the back seat between them, .allowing her to sit with the driver. The desk sergeant, under the “impression that he was facing speeders or roisterers, yawned prodigiously as they entered the room. But a word from the officer made him sit straighter. He looked hard at Martha. “What's your story?” Quickly she told him, avoiding Gerry Neal's eyes. | She began with the day she and Betty got the job with the Airspeed Trailer Co., and showed her letters from Arnold Sloss. She told of Betty's disappearance with Speddon, and how Neal had insisted upon accompanying her. When she had finished, the desk sergeant turned to Neal. “What have you to say about this?” he shot out. “Nothing,” Neal said quietly. “I think Miss Britain has told you the whole story. The sergeant returned "his keen - glance to Martha. “I'm a little confused as to how you connect up this man with the disappearance of your friend, but——" “I'm sure he’s connected with it in some way!” cried Martha desperately.

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HE officer shrugged. “We can send out a description of Miss ~ Haynes and this Speddon and the __car in which they were last seen. As for this man here, I'll be glad to see that he doesn’t annoy you further. There's also the little matter of a permit to carry a revolver.” “T-then I may go?” asked Martha, trembling, “Yes . . . Brean, take the young lady back to her car, will you?” She still avoided Neal's eyes, and as she left the room with Officer Brean she half expected to be called back by the prisoner. But Gerry Neal remained silent. When she returned to the gasoline station to reclaim the trailer and coupe she found the burly attendant waiting expectantly. “What happened, lady? What are they going to do to him?” “I don’t know,” Martha said. “At any rate, they're going to hold him —and I can go on in peace: How can I thank you enough for helping me?” “Gosh, that’s all right.” He grinned engagingly. “Just part of the company’s service, like. washing the

nudging.

windshield or putting air in your tires!” : ; : n s ” ARTHA had answered the burly attendant’s smile, but as she drove out of Eureka and on up the smooth, wide highway, she felt little enough like smiling. She had imagined that she would be relieved beyond words to be rid of Gerry Neal with his seemingly misleading advice, and his egotistical palaver as to what she felt for him. But somehow. it was very lonely driving the little coupe with the trailer swinging behind. It was a loneliness growing from more than Neal's absence from her side. She realized that now she had no advice in the world, good or bad. There was no one now to whom she could turn. : True, she had the assurance of the Eureka’ police that an effort would be made to watch for Speddon and Betty. But the desk sergeant had been as dubious of her interpretation of the disappearance as had that exasperating detective, Sloan. What brand of stupidity was it that made them regard her beliefs as coming from a suspicious and hysterical girl? ” E3 ® HE pressed on toward the border between California and

Oregon. She knew that at the California border would be a traffic station, and she could determine whether the Eureka police had really reported to the state patrol. If they had not, then she herself would. The California State Patrol was, she knew, an efficient and soldierly body which had brought many a fieeing renegade to the end of his trail. Yet she knew that she was hoping against hope that, if Betty -and Speddon were still traveling, they were yet in California. When, after long hours of driving, she rounded a bend of mountain road and glimpsed the little traffic station her heart beat wildly. Drawing the outfit to a stop she asked the alert officer if the Eureka police had telephoned. “Yes, that report came in. But Speddon drove through here several days ago and there wasn’t any woman with him.” Martha paled. “How do you know? Are you—are you sure?” «Absolutely, That week we were looking everybody over on account of a kidnaping up in Tacoma. I looked in the record book and found Speddon’s name and -his license number. He was okayed through— and nobody was with him.”

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

JAPANESE STRATEGY —

By Rozelle Smoot ‘and Louis Parra

“ UIT stalling and. open that i safe! I know you took in

plenty of dough this afternoon. I was in| here and saw you. You couldn't have taken it to the bank, because it's Saturday, and the banks were closed.” The gleaming automatic in the bandit’s hand threatened Asaki. The

little Japanese curio dealer rememberad now that he had|seen the fellow snooping around the shop this afternoon, apparently looking over the curios, while he and. his daughter had been busy with important customers. = : It was now after closing hours. Askai, on leaving the shop, had been held up and forced to return at the point of the gun. He and

office behind the shop. “But I tell you,” he protested, “you are mistaken—there is. no money in the safe.” He spoke rapidly, with hardly a trace of accent. “Open up,” the bandit ordered. " 2 o TITH a shrug, Asaki and opened the safe. “Look for yourself,” he said. “I believe youll find $17. Take it and get out of my shop.” The crook, keeping the gun trained on him, explored the safe and found only the $17. “Seventeen bucks!” he snorted. “That's a laugh! And I saw you make a two-grand sale this afternoon! Come on—where did you hide it? I ain't got no time to argue, His finger was on the trigger of the automatic. = : “I—it i-isn’t here, I tell you,” Asaki stammered. “Where is it?” The man thrust the gun into the curio dealer’s ribs. * Asaki paled. “I-in my safe at home,” he blurted out. “M-my jaughter J-Junsa took it home.”

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HE bandit thought for a moment. : “Okay—phone her,” he said. “Tell her to bring it back here. Tell her someone came in unexpectedly with something you want to buy—and that you got to pay cash, because the guy needs the dough right away. And talk English!" If you let out one yap for help, I'll drill you!” Asaki hesitated, staring at | the gun that was pointed at him. Then he sat down at his desk and slowly reached for the phone. He dialed the number and got it. “Hello,” he said. “Let me talk to my daughter.” : . A few minutes elapsed. Then: ‘“Hello—is that you, Junsa? This is ‘your father. I'm still at the store, and a gentleman is here. I need that $2000 dollars you took home—to buy something. I want you to bring it back here, Junsa— right away.” “Okay,” ‘That'll do.” Asaki hung up. His captor grinned with satisfaction. There had been no give-away in that conversation. All perfectly plausible and harmless. He had taken a chance in letting the guy use the phone, but apparently the dumb egg was too scared to make i nv to Jena) his daughter. ‘How long will it take he here?” he asked. eto gd “Maybe half an hour,” said Asaki.

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T= crook drew up a chair and A sat down, but kept his gun aimed at Asaki. The Oriental gazed at him silently. ‘He seemed to have regained his composure. The Japanese were a queer race, thought the _bandit—rarely showed any emotion. An American, now, would have been. sitting there trembling. Watching Asaki intently, to guard against any false moves, the man laid his plans. As soon as this girl Junsa arrived with the money, he'd lock her and her father in the closet and make his getaway. It was a cinch. His car was waiting a block away. By the time the Japanese and his daughter got free and reported the robbery, he would be over the State line ang in a safe hide-out. i He couldn't let anything go wrong. If he was caught, it would be his third rap, and a three-time offender got a life sentence in this state.. He shifted restlessly. He wished that girl would hurry. up and! get here. It made him nervous to wait like this . .. Suddenly, he heard the shop door, out front, open. He leaped up and took a position commanding both Asaki and the doorway leading into the shop. Then, instead of the girl he expected to appear, two policemen, with guns leveled, loomed in the doorway. Startled, stricken with sudden panic, he fired—wildly. Before he could fire again, one of the

turned

the bandit cut in.

his captor were now (in the little

police guns roared, nicking him in

the wrist. His automatic clattered to the floor, and Asaki dived for it. The next instant, he had been seized. : ; ” ” 2 J “TPRETTY slick work, Mr. Asaki,” said one-of the policemen, “The way you got word to your daughter. guy from suspecting?” He grinned at the crestfallen bandit. Asaki smiled. “I just did a little fast thinking. I made him think my daughter's name was Junsa. Then when he told me to phone her to bring the money, and I called her Junsa, he took it for granted.” The crook was gaping at him. “Junsa?” he said. “Ain't that her name?” Asaki laughed gently. “No,” he said softly. “Junsa is Japanese

for ‘Call the cops! THE END

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