Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 April 1937 — Page 30

___ THURSDAY, APRIL 15, 1937

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By Nard Jones

BEGIN HERE TODAY i Failing, with the help of Gerry Neal, to locate her companion, Beity Haynes, abducted by Jack Speddon, Martha Brittain starts north from San Francisco up the West Coast. She faces a critical problem since she is torn between love of Neal and her better judgment. Suddenly at a small California town she casts love aside and| has Neal arrested, charged with complicity in Betty’s disappearance. Then Martha speeds on to Portland where she jearns a Johnny Ciznik, underworld | character of Seattle, seems to be involved in Betty's case. Police hint that Betty may have been murdered. Arriving in Seattle, still searching for Betty, Martha gets a. letter at the Yukon parking block from | Arnold Sloss, head of the: Airspeed Trailer Co., ordering her to turn. over her equipment to a designated agent who would meet her there. The agent is Speddon and he slugs Martha, binds and [72% her and leaves her in an abandoned dock- warehouse to recover. i Later Speddon arrives, | tells Martha that she is to see Betty. Then she. is loaded into a new boat and chloroformed. Her last thought as she lapses . into unconsciousness is that she has become. involved in some gigantic crime ring. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

that came in fierce rhythmic’ strokes, like the force of a metal

her, that she was being watched as if he were a cat and she a corti: .u mouse.

Thus fhey sat, facing each other, while the engines of the vessel throbbed. At last the knob of the steel door turned again, slowly. Martha's frightened eyes watched it.

The newcomer was Speddon. “Okay, Ling . . . you can get going.” Obediently the Chinaman shuffled through the open doorway. Speddon turned to Martha. “Feeling better now?” : “Let's not -pretend,” - Martha answered angrily. “What are you going to do with me?” Speddon smiled. “That sounds like you're feeling better, all right. Ciznik wants to see you in a little while. I came down to take you to

cabin. You'll like it better there.” rear Martha set her feet onto the floor, stood up uncertainly. “As long as 1 have to be on this boat I'd rather stay here. But you promised me I'd see Betty Haynes. Where is she?” “You can't rush things around here,” Speddon said. “They go just as fast as' the chief wants ’em to, see? Whatever he says, goes. You found that out on the speedboat. Now come on with me and save yourself, some grief.” Wordless, Martha walked unsteadily toward the door, faced a row of steel steps rising almost perpendicularly. Steadied by Speddon’s hand on her arm, she began to climb them.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

STOLEN BOND—By John Creecy

piston, Martha opened her eyes.

She lay on a blanket d berth, and | at first she believed that she was regaining wh in a hotel! room. The slight rolling of the berth she attributed toj her nauseat- | ing illness—and then, gradually, she | realized that she was aboard a ship.

She remembered, now, the speedboat bouncing over [the moonlit waters of the Sound, remembered the lights of Seattle crowning its seven hills. - She remembered, too, that huge hulk coming toward her with the white cloth in his hand. : Speddon had remon trated. What was it he had said? | “There's no need for that . . . she’s not going to jump overboard.” | Nevertheless the damp rag of chloroform had been clamped over her mouth and nose. Her assailant had said, “I'm working for Johnny Ciznik. . ..”

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AINFULLY she rolled her eyes to take in the stateroom. The . walls were white steel, painted over many times, yet the [rivets stood out plainly. She sa no portholes anywhere, and [guessed that] the ship must be of gpod size, that | probably her stateroom was below | the waterline. The single door was | of steel, and the lock }ooked heavy. | She knew instinctively that it was bolted, that there was nc need of | her getting up to try it. : From somewhere beyond the wal came the sound of throbbing engines. They were under way! But where to, Martha wondered— and was Betty really aboard? Had she been chloroformed only so that she would not recognize the vessel, or simply to make it easier for them to get her aboard and below without her asking to see Betty Haynes, as Speddon had promised her?

These and a hundred other questions flooded Martha's splitting head. So great was the pain that she tried not to think, tried to relax enough to sleep. Her throat was raw from the anaesthetic and her eyes: burned frightfully. With a hopeless groan, she turned on her side, buried her face in the berth’s blanket, and tried to lose consciousness again. She knew that if she left that berth, tried to get her feet beneath her, she would crash to the floor.

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UDDENLY she heard the sound of the heavy knob on the steel door. Breathless, she sat up on the berth, watched the door open slowly. To her amazement, her visitor was Chinese—yellow and wrinkled with age, dressed in a long black coat and trousers. In his parch-ment-like hand he held a cup from which steam rose in slow spirals. “You drink,” the Oriental said, coming toward the berth and holding out the cup. “This make you feel better. Make head wise.” Afraid to refuse, Martha took the cup from his hands. He nodded encouragingly as she raised the cup to her lips. Then as she drank] slowly he backed toward a corner of the stateroom, sat there on a stool, still watching her with a smile. “You—you don't neei to stay,” | Martha said. The Chinaman nodded. “I stay. You drink. Make head wise.” She did feel better for having accepted the cup of hot liquid. Finishing it, she put it down on the battered table beside the berth. “Is Miss Haynes aboard this boat?” “Miss Haynes?” The Chinaman’s eyes widened. “Lady with corncolored hair your friend?” “Yes... yes, she is. Is she really here?” The Chinaman nodded. “Yes. She all right. You sleep now.” “1 don’t want to sleep. I want to see that girl. Take me to her now.”

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HE man’s face slipped once more into impassivity. “You sleep. Girl all right. You see her when time comes.” “What—what is this ship?” He grinned. “Mista Ciznik, he own this ship.” “Do you—do you Neal?” “Mista Neal? Good friend.” . Dismally Martha sank back on the pillow, stared at the painted steel above her. “When will I get out of her?” she asked |listlessly. “When Mista Ciznik say .. . unless revenue boats come.” “What do you mean?” Martha sat upright again. “What do you mean, unless revenue boats come?” He smiled again. {If revenue boats catch up, then you must die.” He pointed to a roll of heavy chain in the corner of the room. “That keep you down at bottom of water. So you not talk when revenue men come aboard ship.” Martha paled. “Has—has that happened . . . before?” “Yes... .” The Oriental nodded. “Yes. Let us hope it will not hap--pen this time.” “Why won't you take me to see Betty Haynes? Why can’t you bring her here?” “Because Mista Ciznik say not to.” - He looked at her oddly. “You ask many questions. That is bad. You will know what you need to know, when the time comes.”

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LICE, who held sway in the outer office of the Dinwiddie Dental Supplies Company, happily hummed a little song and beat her typewriter keys to the rhythm of it—for this was the day that Jim was due back from Chicago. Star salesman for the company, he’d been there two weeks, making the rounds of dentists. Always, before, this annual Chicago trip of Jim’s had been in the nature of a spree. But this time had been different—he" had renounced his playboy days, his letters said. Ail he

was to sit in his hotel room, thinking of her and feeling lonely. Alice knew how he had felt. She had felt the same way, for it had been only a few days before Jim left on his trip that they'd become engaged. The office door opened, and a husky looking man came in. “I want to see Jim Dickson!” he said belligerently. “He—he isn’t here,” Alice stammered. “Then, I want to see the boss!” “Y-your name, please? And your business?” - “I'm Doctor Smith of Chicago. And my business is to catch that Jim Dickson and break his neck!” He caught sight of Mr. Dinwiddie’s name on a door and charged toward. it. 2 2 no.

E burst into the private office, slamming the door behind him and glared ferociously at Mr. Dinwiddie. He introduced himself. Then, without preamble: | “I'm a poor man!” he thundered. “I can’t afford to have people stealing bonds from me!” Mr. Dinwiddie stared at him. “Sit down and explain,” he said soothingly. “That salesman of .yours, Jim | Dickson, stole it! It was a bond worth over a thousand dollars, and Dickson was there yesterday morning with it was delivered to me. He saw me put it in my desk. I left him alone for a .minute. Later, when I looked for it, the bond was gone. I know he took it! I found out he had left Chicago, so I hopped a train and came after him. Where is he?” un n 2 R. Dinwiddie rang for Alice. “I'll see if he has come in yet,” he said calmly. “But I'm sure you are mistaken. I know Jim would never do a thing like that.” Alice appeared just in time to hear an irate blast from Dr. Smith. “I don’t care what you think of him! I'd like to break his neck! I tell you he made off with that bond!” Mr. Dinwiddie turned to: Alice. “Is Jim here?” he asked. Alice was looking at the visitor dazedly. “N-no, sir. He hasn't come in yet.” Dr, Smith rose and stomped toward the door. - “I'll be back,” he flung over his shoulder. “I'm going to get that guy, and when I do. ...” 2 ” ”

: LICE was typing when Jim came in, but she was no lenger humming. “Well, honey,” he said happily. “I'm back!” > She looked up without expression. “Have a nice time in Chicago?” “Miserable, honey. I missed. you every minute.” Alice sniffed. “Why, Alice—what’s the matter?” “One of your- friends from Chicago was just- here to see you.” Alice turned back to her work. “Mr. Dinwiddie can tell you.” Jim looked at her dumbly for a moment, then went into Mr. Dinwiddie’s office.

z 3 8 few minutes later, he came out. “Listen, Alice,” he said, “you don’t believe this about me, do you? Why —it's—it’s- absurd!” Alice went on with her work. “I'm really not interested.” “Alice—look—you don’t mean—" She looked up at him, and spoke slowly. ; “I mean that we're through.”

“But Alice! Surely you've got

“Don’t you lay a hand on him!” she said fiercely.

more faith in me than that! You love me—you know you do! Look here, honey, it's time for lunch. Suppose we go out. and——" “Love you?” She gave a little hysterical laugh. “I hate you! Do you hear me—I hate you!”

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LICE ate lunch by herself, and it was the worst meal she'd ever tasted. On her way back to the office, she had just stepped into a waiting elevator, when she saw, coming down the corridor toward the elevator, the. murderous-looking dentist from Chicago!: She gave a little gasp, shoved the elevator girl

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tically. “He's on his way up here! You've got to hide!” Then, the dentist came door. Alice leaped in front of Jim. “Don’t you lay a hand on him!” she said fiercely. “Don’t you dare!” The man looked embarrassed. “I didn’t come to hit him,” he said. “I came to apologize.” : Silently, he handed Jim a telegram to read. It was from the Chicago police department and said that the janitor in - the building where Dr. Smith had his office had been arrested that morning when he had tried to sell the bond. “Mighty sorry,” Dr. Smith said. “I—I guess I sort of flew off the handle.”

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HEN he was gone, Jim turned to Alice. “You—you tried to save me,” he said slowly. “You don’t hate me. You love me, and you know it.” Alice swallowed. “I su-suppose I do.” “And you believe in me, too,” Jim said. ‘You realized, didn’t you, that you didn’t believe that story, after all!” : She bit her lip. “No,” she murmured. “I—I guess I just decided that I--that it didn’t. matter.” “But, darling, you've got to have more faith in me than that! It hurts

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for one minute, that I had stolen the man’s bond.” “Bond?” she repeated incredulously. “Bond? You—you mean all this trouble was over nothing but a silly old bond?” “Why, of course. What did you—" “Oh, darling!” She flung her arms around him. “Forgive me! I— I thought the man said BLOND!”

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