Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 August 1937 — Page 14

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BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CAST OF CHARACTERS KATHLEEN O’SHAN—heroine, of greeting card verse. BOB M'TAVISH—hero, detective story writer. PAT—the janitor who played Cupid. : Te DUCHESS—patron of sur-realist rt.

PROF. BRACEY—Egyptologist.

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Yesterday: Bob and Kathleen meet for the first time, strike up a pleasant, romantic attraction for each other. But the picture is already obtaining complications—the Duchess has her eyes on Bob, too.

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family so they'll know that I'm moving in the right circles. They are convinced I'm living in some |niovel and maybe selling pencils on the street for a crust, while my | genius sprouts.” But when he finally said good night to Kathleen and was opening his own door, the Duchess herself came out of her studio, accompanied | by Prof, Bracey. She glided right

stretched. “Simply delighted to welcome an-

| tre to Bob with both hands out-

| other fellow artist” she gushed. CHAPTER FOUR | Bob took her bejeweled fingers as

T= Duchess’ companion raised his black eyebrows and turned to look at her. “Him—did you say? Oh, yes, of course. In that case you would be interested. But look out, my dear, that no one usurps | place in your fickle affections.” He leaned over and touched with one dark finger a splendid string of am- | ber beads around her throat. “Now Prof. Bracey, surely you | Wouldn't get jealous if I made a | hew friend, would you?” She clasped | her arms behind her head, so that | her loose satin sleeves fell back. “A | girl has to have more than one man | friend, you know, to fully appreciate the right one.” “If a man could only be sure he was that lucky right one,” the professor muttered. “You play one against another until—" He flung | himself down beside her and slipped | his arm about her slender shoulders. “Until you drive us mad, Duchess. Don’t go too far, my dear, I'm warn- | ing you. Even an Egyptologist has feelings.” » 3 » Mer how melodramatic we | are today, Professor!” laughed the Duchess. “Is that what you learned poking around the tire- | some mummies? From what you | have told me yourself, those long dead, dry as dust, princesses all | had more than one Pharaoh to their credit. You should have learned a few things from them.” He let the amber beads dribble | slowly through his fingers like | bubbles of imprisoned sunshine. 1 | did learn many, many things in | Egypt, dear enchantress,” he| murmured, “and when I look at | these beautiful beads, what thoughts | come to my mind—what thoughts!” | The Duchess pulled her necklace | away and daintily smothered a| yawn. “I'll say you're tiresome today, | Professor. You've been here two | hours and not a single smile in| all that time. Most certainly I shall | get acquainted with the handsome | young man across the hall. Maybe | he can save me from absolutely | passing out with ennui.” u = 2 | OB himself would have been | surprised if he had suspected | the Duchess was taking any special | interest in him. He had passed her | once in the hallway and thought | what a queer-looking person she | was, wondering idly if she was] young or old, with her strange mop of hair. Probably some actress or medium. Her large eyes, with their heavy makeup, that seemed to dwarf | her small face, looked hynnotic | enough for anything. He decided she | was a girl he didn’t care to know | very well. Now he was sitting opposite Kathleen at the little table in her studio, | asking for more bean soup. “You |

were right about the soup, it's the |;

w HEN you stay here all the time?” he asked with some astonishment. “Yes. It's the only place I've] got,” she answered. “You see the | folks back home—my aunt and | uncle, I live with them—didn’t want | me to come to the city in the first | place. They wanted me to teach | school and—well, be nice to some- | one I didn’t like very well. That's | why I don’t want to go back.” “I should say not,” agreed Bob | with rather more emphasis than | was necessary. “I'm on my own, | too. instead of going into my Dad’s | business. Scion of a good family turning to a life of crime and all that, you know. My mother aidn’t | teach me to commit robbery and | Kill guys, but I'm paid to do it.” | “Of course 1t is nice to be in- | dependent,” said Kathleen, adding | a little wistfully, “Only sometimes | it’s awfully—well, awfully lonesome | and worrisome, and—" She did not | finish the sentence. “Well, from now on, you'll know that Schmatz and I are upstairs. ‘When you get tired making rhymes just say the word and we’ll come running.” “Even if you're right in the midst of committing murder?” she asked. “I'd pass up a good murda; any day for bean soup. Do you know the person who has the studio across from mine?’

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“JUST to speak to when I meet her in the hall or something,” Kathleen answered. “She is always very pleasant and she’s awfully rich, I understand. She has lots of arty friends, who're always going back and forth from her studio.

They look so—well, kind of differ- |

ent and interesting; I've often thought I'd like to meet some of them. But Pat would never approve of that.” “Pat?” She laughed. “Yes, Pat's just like a fussy mother hen where I'm concerned, if you can imagine a sen smoking a pipe and talking Irish brogue. He doesn’t care for the Duchess because she makes him move her furniture around.” “Don’t blame him,” Bob stretched his arms. nly stuff into place.” “The paper had her picture one Sunday and a big write-up about her paintings and her jewels. One emerald pendant in particular was said to be famous all over the world. Imagine living so near anything like

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IL, she probably doesn’t wear them down here so the place won't be raided,” he answered. “T must remember to mention the Duchess and her emerald to my

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cordially as possible, but looked somewhat puzzled. “Please, not an artist —just a word grinder. It's much more low-brow, you know. Schmatz!” The terrier was growling fiercely at the tall professor. The hair stood up in a ridge on the dog’s neck and

(his sharp fangs showed. “Can’t think what's got into him.” ” ” ” E picked the little animal up in his arms. “The pooch’s still strange here,” he explained. “We haven't met anyone yet but Miss O’Shan. We——" “Ah, then you do notice the ladies!” exclaimed the Duchess. “And will you come to see me real soon? By the way, you must shake hands with Mr, McTavish, Prof. Bracey. You'll probably see a lot of each other.” After they had gone on and he was safely behind his door, Bob set Schmaltz down’ and remarked, “I wanted to show my teeth at that guy with the sideburns, too, old man. Believe I've seen him some place.”

(To Be Continued)

AS HE LIVED—By Th

Daily Short Story

omas H. Carmody Jr.

“I want a man killed.” ”

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the face of the tall, lean man

as he rose from his desk in the luxurious office. He was quite calm as he took his hat and stick and left with only a last perfunctory look to reassure himself that everything there was in order. Automatically he pulled himself more erect as he started to cross the customers’ room. He nodded familiarly to one or twn persons who were there watching the clerk

board at the far end, but he did not stop until he reachasd the cashier's wicket at the other side. There he accepted a sealed envelope which

| the envelope. “Here's your money —in advance. Joe told me vou would come high, but I think there’s enough there to assure me a good Job.” He had dinner at his club, eating a leisurely meal. He felt no nervousness or strain whotsoever. After dinner he went to the lounge and proceeded to write a letter to the boys. He took some pains with the letter, for he wanted it to appear light and casual, just like all the other letters he had written them. { They would probably be examining all his correspondence after tomorrow and there was no sense letting this last letter show anything that

Bellowes, the cashier gravely handed him. The envelope contained $1000 in small bills. He had thought that that would be enough. No sense in exciting suspicion, although it really didn’t matter now whether he excited suspicion or not. By tomorrow everyone would know what he was. A bluff, an embezzler, a stock manipulator, as well as several brands of crook. Goldon | of its rope; the well was dry, and by tomorrow everyone would know But if all went well by tomorhe would be where the hue of swindled investors and would never

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E glanced at the clock on the wall over the door as he passed out of the magnificent offices which had served so well as a front for Golden States. It was a few minutes after 3; he would have plenty of time. After reaching the street he hesitated only for an instant, then set off at a brisk walk through the crowded streets. He liked to walk because it gave him time to think, and he thought now of the events of the last few weeks, weeks which had seen the downfall of his ultra-smart gold brick. ‘Well, he had no regrets. Long ago he had foreseen the inevitable and had made preparations for it. But the fact that the end had come too soon distressed him a little; he had had to modify his plans. At that, his chief regret was that now his boys, who were away at school, would come in for so much unpleasantness. He had planned to leave them well fixed financiully and that was pretty well taken care of, but he had wanted to avoid the scandal. Well, if all went well the scandal would be taken care of, too. n T was solely because of the activities of the ambitious and unscrupulous J. Henry Carruthers that his hand had been forced and that his | carefully laid plans for the protec-

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| hastily revised, because of him they | would be subjected to the muck of | publicity which was sure to break. { Well, he'd settle with J. Henry. The | $1000 in his pocket would fix that. | He knew of men who would do the | Job for a couple of hundred, but he [could afford to splurge on this last I gesture. | He reached a quieter street and after proceeding along it for a half a block he entered a drab little tavern. The bartender nodded to him |and jerked a pudgy finger toward a door at the rear. A few minutes [later the erstwhile stock broker was seated at a table in a private room upstairs facing a small, competentlooking man. The latter spoke: “Joe told me you might have | something for me.” His lifeless blue eyes examined the broker with deceptive casualness. “I have and I'll mince no words. I want a man Killed.” The eyes remained impassive. “Things like that have been done. Who's the guy?”

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‘ IS name is J. Henry Carruthers. He lives at 620 Alden | Drive. Every night he reads late in his study, which is in a ground wing of the house. This room has French windows opening onto a terrace. Tonight one of those windows will be open. Opposite this window is a cellarette where from time to time he mixes himself, a drink. Do I have to tell you anything more?” “How do you ——-?” “Know all these details? It's hone of your business, but I happen to know the man very well. Your business is to be at the window around 10 o'clock.” He handed the gunman

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would spoil his plans. There was still a chance of escaping scandal. » n { S he signed his name and sealed the letter he wrote a mental

| finis to this chapter in his life. This

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business, taking ieave of them without even saving goodby. It wasn't

nice to think of their dead mother | what was done was |

either. Well, done, he reflected. It was after 9:30 when he left the club. He hailed a cab and directed the driver to 620 Alden Drive, It was almost 10 when he arrived at the house, but he figured there was plenty of time to do what he had to do. The neighborhood was dark and quiet, and his heels clicked loudly as he went up the walk to the house. ‘There were no lights to be seen and he wondered about that for an instant until he remembered it was the servants’ night out. He fumbled through the keys on his chain and finally produced one which opened the front door. He stepped softly into the hallway, tossed his hat and cane on a chair and went into the study.

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THERE he switched on a desk lamp, strode over and opened one of the iong windows, then busied himself at the desk, frequently glancing at the tall clock in the corner, relentlessly ticking off the minutes. Undisturbed, he leafed through the papers in the various drawers of the desk. At last he found what he was looking for. It was a life-insurance policy, issued to J. Henry Carruthers, and dated five months before. This he placed in a drawer where it would surely be found. He permitted him-self-a chuckle; here was one policy that would not be invalidated by the suicide clause. The clock was just beginning to strike 10 as he crossed to the cellarette, opposite the open window, and began to mix himself a drink.

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2 Wading bird. 3 Tree, 4 Assisted. 5 Packer. 6 Eighth ounce, 7 Violent winds. 8 To bark.

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