Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 June 1937 — Page 14

by EUGENIA MACKIERNAN

! CAST OF CHARACTERS CORAL CRANDALL, heroline senior at Elton College. DAVID ARMSTRONG, Elton chemistry professor and Coral’s husband. DONNA ALLEN, Coral’s sorority roommate. , HOYT MARQUIS, Coral's one-time fiance. :

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Yesterday: Coral is scarcely reunited with David when he calls’ her to report that the secret formula of his chemical discovery has been stolen.

CHAPTER TEN

y AVID, I simply can't understand it,” Coral said, as they sat drinking their after-dinner cof-

. fee at the Tea Kettle. “That proc-|

ess has been missing two weeks, and not a single sign of it has appeared. It disappeared from the concealed drawer in your desk and vanished into thin air! You'd think that if the thief had sold it, we would have seen an announcement by some company of their ‘discovery’ They'd want to make the announcement before President Norton makes the loss public.”

David lit a cigaret and puffed on it moodily. “I've stopped even hazarding guesses as to what happened to it, Coral. All I can think of is that it was my fault it was stolen, and | that Bendorff, Dean Mathews and most of the other faculty members think I stole it. It was inexcusable for me leave that drawer containing the only copy of the process unlocked. I know that. But how was I to know that someone would sneak into the lab while I was gone, find the drawer that I thought no one but Maxwell, Bendorff and I knew| about, and made off with the process as completely as if black magic were responsible?” ” ” ”

E drew deeply on his cigaret. “Sometimes I think it must have been black magic! I. tell you, Coral, it. was impossible for anyone to get into that lab Thursday afternoon, and the process was obviously stolen then. My two superiors were out of town at a meeting, I was in my rooms, and since there were no classes the laboratory was locked. Even the janitor took the afternoon off! Even though I did leave the drawer open the room itself was tight shut.” Coral reached across [the table and took his free hand. [Don’t worry about it too much, darling. I'm sure everything will come out all right eventually.” Her brow clouded with worry. “I do wish the thing could be straightened out right away, though.” = . “You don’t wish it any more than I do,” David said wearily, “but I've reached the end of my string. I don’t have the vaguest notion what to do next, Coral. 11 I know is that they suspect me of stealing that formula, not so much because I had a motive, but because I was the only person who had the opportunity. And Dean Mathews, at least, thinks you were my accomplice. Good heavens, Coral,” he burst out, “the more I think of it, the crazier the whole affair seems.” “At least Professor Maxwell and President Norton have faith in you . .. and in me,” Coral said.

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4 ES, they've been swell,” David |

replied. “It was white of President Norton to hold up public announcement of the theft for awhile, and Maxwell has treated me like ‘a favorite son. There's one other thing I don’t understand, Coral; How does it happen thai everyone on the campus . . students, I mean . - . knows about the theft, déspite the fact that it's not supposed to be publicly known? Dean Mathews knows that you know, and she told me this morning that she was going to call you to account for spreading the gossip.” Coral’s eyes opened wide. “David, I never breathed a word to anyone! I swear it!” ; ‘David smiled at her. “I know you didn’t, sweetheart. All I hope is that you can prove it to Miss Mathews.

She seems determined to involve you’

in this affair.” : “I know she is,” Coral replied ruefully. “Who could have told the story around the campus, David? Nobody that I've asked about it seems to know just how it got started.” . : = 2 EJ r TE shrugged. “I give up. Half H the time I'm convinced that I have an evil genius wandering around the campus, concentrating all his energies on harming me and wife.” By vay sunieezed his hand. “David I love to hear you say ‘my wife ! But this is no time for romance. She laughed, then became serious once more. “Now that we're here together with no one to interrupt, 1 want/ to go over the events of Thursday, Friday and Saturday with you. We've an obligation to Elton as well as to ourselves to solve this mystery. We know that ~ someone took that process from a concealed drawer in your desk in the lah. We think it was taken on Thursday afternoon when the lab was deserted. But the lab was locked even though the drawer wasn’t. First -of all, who besides the janitor and yourself could have gotten into the lab? Second, who; outside of Bendorff, Maxwell afd yourself knew about that drawer? When we answer those questions we’ll have the thief!”

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& ELL,” David pondered, “let’s W see. The janitor she I bad set of keys to the chemne that afternoon. I kept “mine with’ me and the janitor swears he did, foo. The windows were locked. It seems to me quite impossible for anyone to have entered the room. Yet someone did. How, I don’t know. As for the drawer, 1 suppose anyone who spent much time in the lab would have an opportunity to find out about it. That takes in about one-

tourth of the student body. There were no classes Friday because that was Class Day and the Prom was that night. I worked in the lab myself all the afternoon, and it was locked all morning. The theft was discovered by Professor Maxwell on Saturday morning.” He sighed. “There’s the set-up. If you can find a loophole in it, you're .cleverer than I am!” As she listened to his words, Coral had grown more and more excited. When he finished she spoke slowly, yet with excitement brimming in her voice. “David, 'I believe 1 can find that loophole!” “What! How so!” “David, think carefully. Were you in the lab every minute of Friday afternoon? Didn't you leave once .« . just for a few minutes?” » ” ”

IS brow furrowed in concentration. Then he looked up suddenly. “Yes, I did leave once. About 3 o'clock I went outside to smoke a cigaret. I must have been gone about 15 minutes.” His face fell. “That won't work, though, Carol. When I came back I found Donna and Hoyt Marquis there, fussing around the equipment. I asked Donna the other day if they'd seen anyone go in or out of the room while I was out and she said they hadn't, that they'd been there alone until I came back.” Coral jumped to her feet. “David, take me back to the house. Donna either took that process or had something do with it. Don’t you see how it all fits? She works in the lab and would have a chance to find that drawer. Her father is a chemical manufacturer. She’s been trying to do something to please him, to make him keep her in school. What could be better than your process . . and letting him think she worked it out herself? Hoyt may have helped her, to get even with me. I don’t know how much of this is right, but I'm going to find out. Come on!”

#8 a z WENTY minutes later, Coral burst into the room at the sorority house which she and Donona shared. Her roommate sat curled up on the window seat, eating chocolates and reading a movie magazine. She looked up, her face startled, as Coral spoke. “Donna, put down that magazine and listen to me.” : : Donna complied - in surprise. “What's the matter with you?” What's up?” “Plenty!” Coral’s voice was stern. “Donna, tell me the truth. If you do, I promise that David and I will see that the authorities aren’t hard on you. Donna, did you take that process from David's desk in the lab?” : Donna gazed at her unblushingly,

her eyes wide and innocent. “Coral, |

‘have you lost" your mind? Has the process been stolen? How awful! Of course you're upset.” But what makes you think I would do such a dreadful thing?” “You know the process was stolen. You spread the story around the campus,” Coral said quietly. “You knew the process was stolen, because you took it. Didn't you? Answer me! Didn't you take it?”

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ONNA was angry now, her eyes were frightened, her usually rosebud mouth was twisted in an ugly grimance. “I didn’t take the silly process. You're crazy!” Coral took her by the shoulders and shook her a little. “If you didn’t take it you know who did. I'm sure of it!” As she released her, Coral’s shoulder struck against a hanging bookcase. It swung crazily on its cord, then crashed, books and all, to the floor. As she stooped to pick them up, Coral no‘ticed a slip of blue paper protruding from the bent leaves of a dictionary. She caught it up with a cry of triumph. She looked at Donna squarely. “You did a very poor job of hiding it. Now, let's have the whole story. I'm going to Prof. Maxwell and re coming with me.” Donna sprang to her feet, her eyes blazing. “Oh, no, you don't! In the first place I didn’t take it. Hoyt did. I saw him, so he gave it to me to keep for reasons both of us have . . . good reasons. You can't do a thing to me, because I still have the whip hand, Coral. If you try to report me for this, I'll get there first. I'll tell Maxwell that you took it, that I found it in’ your dictionary. I'll tell him David helped you and that you tried to sell it to my dad. I'll tell him you and David are married. In fact, Miss Coral Crandall, I'll tell everyone everything and more, too, and Ti make ’em believe me. Cll be the campus heroine and will

She laughed loudly.

precious David thrown out of here.” ”

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ORAL looked at her gravely for a/ long minute. She turned and walked to the door. As she opened it, she wheeled and faced Donna again. “You've had your chance. I'm going to Maxwell and Bendorff with this story and the process. Do what you like. I know what I must do, and I'm sure my story will be believed.” : Donna spoke contemptuously. “I'm afraid you're wrong. I'm going to Bendorff and Maxwell, too. Ve’ll see who tells the most convincing story. You and your noble avid, or little Donna. Your tale won't stand a chance against’ mine. | Wait and see!”

(To Be Continued)

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COUNTERFEIT GANG—By F. A. Kummer, Jr.

ort Story

DDIE LEWIS, the only teller in Mountville’s lone bank, glanced at the clock. Three-fifteen. /| The front doars of the bank were closed. He was just turning toward the adding machine at the rear /of his little cage, when he heard someone rapping on the counter.

“Mr. Lewis!” The voice was thin, quavering—the voice of old Sarah, the charwoman. / Eddie came back to the grilled window. / “I wanta put some money in.” The old woman’s bony hand/ shoved a bank book and several coins across the counter. “Two dollars.” “Okay, Sarah.” : Eddie slid tHe coins, one by one, off the countér into his hand. At the last piece, a half-dollar, he hesitated. He picked it up and rang it on the counter. Very definitely. it was’ counterfeit. “Where'd you get /this?” “he demanded. “Why—I don’t know.” The old charwoman’s face was blank. : “Well, I'm sorry,” said Eddie. “I can credit you with only a dollar and a half. This coin’s counterfeit.” The old woman looked dismayed. ‘Counterfeit?” she repeated. “Sure. It's no good. Not real

goes!” Eddie tossed the spurious 50-cent piece into al canvas bag on the shelf behind him, then credited Sarah

turned her |bank book to her. With an unhappy shake of her head, she turned from the window, picked up her mop and bucket, and proceeded about her work.

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HAT was. on Tuesday. On Wednesday afternoon the druggist brought in his daily sackful of change and, among the coins, Eddie discovered another counterfeit half dollar, Somewhat surprised, he flipped the second coin into the sack on the shelf. On Thursday, the cashier of the movie house tried to deposit a third phony half dollar! Eddie began to be concerned. Was someone among Mountville's 1500 residents making these things? When, on Friday, the owner of the general store handed over a fourth fake 50-cent piece, Eddie decided that it was time to do something. As soon as the bank’s doors had closed for the day, he went to President Bond, and told him about the counterfeits. : “Four in four days?” Bond exclaimed. “That looks bad, Eddie. The source must be somewhere in this vicinity. I'll call Sheriff Gordon.” : A little later, Mountville’s’ sheriff strode into Mr. Bond's office. Howdy, Mr. Bond,” he rumbled. “‘Lo, Eddie. What's up?”

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money. Sorry, -Sarah—but out it!

with a dollar and a half, and re--

a OUNTERFEITING, Gordon,” the bank president told him. “We've been getting a. bad half dollar every day since Tuesday. Somebody around here is passing them—maybe making them.” “Hmmm,” said the sheriff. “Counterfeiting, eh? Aren’t Federal men supposed to take cases like that?” “Well, they are, really. But it seems -fooiish to call them in for only two dollars worth of counterfeits. Maybe, if we get more. , , .” “I'll have some warnings printed, anyhow,” Gordon decided. “With everybody in town on the lookout for the passer, we ought to be able to nab him. Let me see one of the things.” Eddie took that day's fake coin from his pocket, and handed it to the sheriff. : “Not bad,” studying it. others?” “In a bag in the téller’s cage where I put bad money. Until this epideipic started, I ‘rarely got any. Just an occasional Canadian dime —or maybe pennies that some kid had mutilated. Gordon gave the bad coin back to Eddie. “Well, I'll have those circulars | printed and do a little snooping. Let me know if you get any more.”

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HERIFF GORDON’S “snooping,” however, led to nothing and, before he was able to arrange for the printing of the circulars, several more counterfeits had been flipped into Eddie's sack. : . Then, one afternoon, about a week later, just as Eddie was about to leave, Mr. Bond called him into his office. A poker-faced stranger was there. Sheriff Gordon, obviously awed, hovered in the background. “Eddie,” said Mr. Bond, “meet Mr. Kelly of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Mr. Kelly this is my teller, Mr. Lewis.” “Mr. Bond has explained the situation to me,” Kelly told Eddie, “and I'm confident that we can soon nab the counterfeiter. There was a counterfeit ring operating in St. Louis last year, We believed that we'd smashed it, but I suspect that one of the gang escaped, either with a die or a supply of the counterfeit change, and has located somewhere around here.” From a brief case, the Federal agent drew a bundle of photographs and a tiny pair of scales. “Now, if you'll bring me the counterfeit coins, I'll 100k them over and see how they check up with the ones made. by the St. Louis outfit.” Eddie nodded and departed. 2 ” »

ASE later, he burst into the room, waving a sack and dragging old Sarah behind him. “The counterfeiters are gone!” he

Gordon muttered, “Where /are the

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the bag back on the shelf when I got there!” “What!” Kelly leaped to his feet, staring at the trembling old charwoman. “Trying to get rid of the evidence, ‘eh? She must be an accomplice.” “Here,” old Sarah moaned, dropping a 50 cent piece upon the desk. 1 Jans know it was wrong. Honest!” ! “It’s stealing, Sarah!” Mr. Bond said sternly. “And unless you tell us who the counterfeiters are—” “Stealin’!” The old woman shook with fear. “But Mr. Lewis said they wasn’t no good to anybody.” “Where are the others?” Mr Bond

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since Mr. Lewis told me they wasn’t no good. I gave ’em to my. grandchildren for play money. I figgered, if they tried to spend ‘em, nobody’d take ‘em because they wasn’t real money.” “One every day?” said Eddie. Then, suddenly, he burst out laughing, and turned to Mr. Bond.

“Don’t you see? - Sarah’s grand- |’

children spent her ‘play money.’

They are the counterfeit gang, and there’s only one phony ogin! Every day, I took it out of.circulation, and

every evening, Sarah and her grandchildren put it back again! A one-

| coin counterfeit ring!”

THE END

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