Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 October 1937 — Page 16

CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE—Heroine, young woman attorney. AMY KERR — Cilly’s roommate and murderer’s victim. : JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy’s visitor. SERGT. DOLAN—Officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: The case stacks up against Jim Kerrigan. Cilly finds his name is Kerr, that he is Amy’s cousin. And Dolan charges that-Jim ran away with $50,000 in stolen securities for which his father is serving a prison term. Photographs show Jim and Allan Kerr to be the same person. The picture in Amy’s locket was Jim’s father.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN T home in her living room, Cilly paced the floor. In her right hand she held Amy’s locket; again and again she looked at the picture it held. There was no doubt about it now. This was Jim’s father. The likeness was unmistakable. This was James Allan Kerr, a convict. And Jim Kerrigan, whom she loved above all else in this world, was the son who had run away and deserted him! a : “You'll believe in me, no matter what?” Over and over, his words echoed in her brain. She prayed for faith in a man so callous. A man who could run away. ...

» z ” IM would be back. She was sure of that. Just as sure as she was that tomorrow morning would bring another surprise. Dolan knew criminals; that was his business. What he didn’t know was that there are still men so fine that they can only do the right thing. Such a man was. Jim Kerrigan, and a thousand Police Sergt. Dolans could never make Cilly believe otherwise. Jim would be back. A reassured Priscilla straightened her shoulders. Jim would be back. If not today, then tomorrow. If not this week, then the week after. Sooner or later, Jim Kerrigan would be back, and he would explain each startling circumstance.

8 8 8B TILL too nervously excited to think of sleep, Cilly went into the living room and sat down by the window. The night was cool, and the breeze from the bay delightfully refreshing. She looked across the street at the St. Ann Apartments, into other living rooms where people gathered for the evening. All normal, commonplace people, each living his or her own private life secure in a tiny cubicle. Cliff dwellers, crowded together under one roof, yet each a stranger to the other. That is the way of New York, Cilly reflected. Just as easily could those across the street sit at their windows and look at the tenants of the Bayview. They could watch these people carry on their normal routine of existence, private and undisturbed. They could overlook the doings of each person in the house—and one of these persons was a murderer.

® a =» “@QA\UPPOSE I were across the street,” Cilly asked ,h herself, “what would I see in this house? V/ould I see people playing’ bridge, anq listening to the radio, or could I see clearly where a cloud of suspicion hung over one apartment? Over there, I could see these peoplz as they actually are, and not as they pretend to be while the police are questioning them.” The more she thought of it, the stronger became the urge to get across the street and regard the different families in the Bayview. But how? The only windows which fronted on the street were apartment windows; she could not go over there and ask someone to let her sit in the front window for a while. She could walk across the street and stand there, but standing in the street, you could see nothing above the first floor. You had to be up high, where you could look down into the.rooms. Her eyes traveled slowly upward; the dark roof of the house opposite held her gaze hypnotically. Up there, on that roof, she could look down into the Bayview Apartments. She coulld watch every family: The Smiths in 2-B, the Downeys in 4-A, the Hunters in 5-A, She could look, unsuspected, into the vacant apartment of the Carruthers who were in Bermuda, and into the recently deserted 4-B, where Mrs. Wheeler had lived.

» z 2 HE longer she thought of the idea, the more it absorbed her.

Pierce

The roof across the way was dark, ‘too, and just as terrifying as the}

one above her. Amy’s shriek of death still rarg in her ears. Iv would be an ordeal to linger on that black roof long enough to catch a glimpse into the lives of the tenants. Cilly’s mouth felt dry; her hands were clammy. But she brought her teeth together decisively and swallowed hard. If she could discover just one tiny clew, it would certainly be worth the trip. She went into thé bedroom and looked for the old pair of opera glasses which had been her mother’s. They would not be as good as field glasses, but they would do. She put on a dark coat and slipped the glasses into the pocket.

2 & FEW minutes later she was at the door of the St. Ann Apartments. She tried the door. It was locked. To get into the house, you rang the apartment bell and the tenant pressed the buzzer in his apartment. The front door clicked,

and while it was clicking, you could | |

open it. To get into the house, therefore, to. reach the stairway to the roof, Cilly had to ring somebody’s bell. She looked at the name plates. Mrs. Corbett, of course! She might - stop for a moment just to inquire if Mrs, Corbett had seen Sergt. Dolan. Without hesitation, she rang the bell. Almost instantly, the front door clicked, and Cilly entered. She walked up the five flights to the Corbett apartment, hoping she had not disturbed them as they were preparing to retire.

8 EJ ” UT no. The sounds emanating from the Corbett apartment gave no indication of retirement. Cilly halted on the stairway. Were they having a party? All the better, she decided. She would have an excuse not to stop in; she could continue immediately up to the roof. Even as she decided this, the door opened wide. A man appeared on the threshold. : . “Who's doin’ all this ringing. . .” He stopped, seelng Cilly. He was

an enormous, uncouth sort of person. Preliminaries to retirement had apparently been considered, for he was in his undershirt, and only half of his suspenders supported a sloppy pair of slacks. He held a tall drink tightly in his hand. “Oh-h-h-h! Hello, sister. Come right in.” y

Sig 2 8 8 . E lurched forward and with exaggerated gallantry held open the door: Cilly, noticed that he was drunk, very. decidedly drunk. She hesitated. Fo “Come on in, baby. Youre just what we need to make this a real party.” yo At that moment Mrs. Corbett appeared in the hallway. “Why, it’s Miss Pierce!” she. beamed. “Come right in, deary, I do want to get bet ter acquainted with you.” : Graciously she took Cilly by the arm. Mrs. Corbett was less: inebriated. But in her present state, she was a marked contrast to the timid, nervous little woman Cilly met on Monday morning. “No, perhaps I'd better not stop now,” Cilly demurred. “It was nothing important. . . .” “Of course you're coming in!¥ Mr. Corbett had her other arm now; it was useless to protest.

” ” ” 84 OM,” Mrs. Corbett ordered, “fix Miss Pierce a drink. She

young lady I was telling you ®about, Tom, the one from across the street. It was her friend who was mur...” “shut up!” Tom ordered. Evidently he did not like the word “murder.” “Oh, Mama!” Mrs. Corbett called across the living room, unconcerned by her husband’s rudeness. “Mama, come here a minute. Here’s Miss Pierce. Come, Mama, come meet Miss Pierce. . . .” But there was no reply. To Cilly, she explained: “Mama is ‘asleep, I guess. She’s like that 'e « « falls alseep early.” Mr. Corbett entered, carrying a tall drink for her. “No, no thank you,” Cilly begged. orders, you know.” “Aw, never mind that. Have a little drink with me. Come on, be a sport, baby!” Cilly took the glass and sipped at it. It would be easier if she appeared sociable. “I'm sorry to stop in at such an hour,” she apologized. “I.wanted to ask you something, Mrs. Corbett.” Whatever excuse she offered, it would not be important. Tomorrow morning the Corbetts would probably not even remember that she had stopped in.

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(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

COMPETITION—By Dave Parker

UKE Jones was sprawled out in the rowboat, a fishing line dangling from his right hand, while with his left he tried to get his big straw hat in a more advantageous position to keep the ultraviolet rays of the June sun from his big red nose, too sunburned already. “But what the devil are we going to do with a telephone company?” he asked his fishing companion. “Run it; make money,” said Kit Lester, jerking experimentally on his line. “We don’t know: anything about running a telephone company,” complained Luke in disgust. “That hick, Silas Botts, who sold it to us, said he was lucky to clear $15 a week.”

2 ” 2 ¥7 IT stood up in the boat; began pulling in his fish line. “I figured it out this way. The new state highway is slated to come to the next county when it’s completed. The logical thing to do then is to run it down through Doddsville to

U. S. highway. If they do this the new highway will run through Doddsville and on down through the three counties. in which our company operates. Business will boom and we’ll make money.” They pulled up anchor and began to row shoreward to the sleepy town of Doddsville, spattered along the river front.

* 2 9 ; WO weeks after the purchase of the Peninsular Telephone Co. by Kit and Luke the news of the new highway became a fact. Kit and Luke were in the two-by-four office of their recent purchase, Kit with his feet on the desk and Luke with his eyes on the pretty switchboard operator of the Peninsular Co. “1 told you it would break,” said Kit. “We’ll make a lot of money.” At the mention of “a lot of

cipient of Luke’s unwelcome attention, turned. “Ha,” she said in disgust. “That’s funny. In a month I won’t even have a job.”

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct usage by answering the following questions, then ing against the authoritative answers below: 1. Would it be correct for a married woman to sign her name “Mrs. John Davis” when wiring for hotel reservations? 2. In a hotel should one telephone for “Room Service” when asking for food to be sent to his room? 3. How should a hotel guest call when wanting information about trains or luggage? 4. When checking out of a hotel is it wise to call the cashier a half hour ahead of time and ask to have one’s bill made out? 5. Should a woman staying in ‘a large hotel wear her hat into the dining room in the daytime?

What would you do if— You are checking out of a hotel? : A. Pay your bill at cashier's desk and send a bellboy back to your room@or luggage? B. Call a’ y and get your luggage ‘anid go down . with him to check out? C. Send your luggage down first; then pay your bill and

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Answers 1. Yes. 2. Yes. 3. For “Porter's Desk’— sometimes called “Transporta=tion Desk.” 4, It saves waiting. 5. Yes.

Best “What Would You Do”

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“‘In a month I won’t even have a job.’”

“But the new highway is coming through,” Kit pointed out. “Sure,” Betty said. “The new highway is coming through. So what? s0 keen we won't be able to pay the rent on a telephone pole.” “What competition?” asked Luke, blankly. “You don’t think the State Tele-

phone Co. is going to sit by and]

iet you get the business, do you?” she asked in disgust. “They’ll come in here with better equipment and better service and get the whole thing.” 2 ” ” UKE and Kit looked at each other in alarm. Here was something they hadn’t figured on. Competition.

“I never thought of that,” said Kit, weakly.

Their unhappy thoughts were disrupted momentarily when Mr. Silas Botts walked in undnnounced.

“Howdy,” he said in a deep voice.

“Lo,” said Kit and Luke dejectedly to the former owner of the Peninsular Telephone Co. “I see as how they are going to run the new highway through Doddsville,” said Silas. “Looks like you city slickers bought me out at the right time.” “Yeah,” said Kit and Luke without enthusiasm. “Yeah.” “Yas, it shore do look like I got stung. Say, did you fellows know about that there highway when you bought my company?” asked. 1 yes,” admitted Kit. “Sort 0 D » 2 2

“Y THOUGHT so,” Silas nodded sagely. “You put it over on me there.” He paused. Then, “Tell you what I'll do,” he said, as if coming to a sudden decision. “I'll buy back my Company if you fellows want to e ’

money,” Betty the operator and re- sell

“How much will you give us?” Kit as) cautiously. “Wal, now, let me see,” said Silas, laboriously. “I got $1000 when I

| sold——, Iil give you $1500.”

“Sold!” said Luke, quickly. Silas pulled out the contracts and they affixed their signatures quickly. “I hope you get a lot of business,” said Kit, sntiling at Betty. Kit and Luke started out and stopped when they found the way blocked by a huge mountain of a man, well dressed, with an air of confidence and success about him. “I'm looking for the owner of the Peninsular Telephone Co.” he said to Kit. “Are you the gentleman?”

a E were,” grinned Kit. “But not any more. We just sold out to Mr. Silas Botts.” Kit waved to him with the corncob pipe stuck in his mouth. “I'm Sylvester, with the State Telephone,” said the big man. “I'm here to make you an offer.” Kit and Luke remained transfixed at the words of. “State” and “offer.” “Shore,” said Silas. “What kind of offer?” : . “We are willing to pay $25,000 for your company—Ilock, stock and barrel,” said Sylvester crisply. “I guess I'll sell,” said Silas, with a wide grin. “Fine,” said Sylvester. “If you'll sign the contracts we can close the deal.” s 8 8

IT looked a little sick. “Hey,” he said, weakly, to Sylvester.

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$25,000 for this one-horse company?” “Certainly.” . “But, man, it's no good. The equipment is obsolete, the phone wires are all down and the poles all rotten. The equipment isn’t worth a thousand.” “Oh, the equipment,” said Sylvester. “I doubt if it’s worth that. We will scrap most of it, anyway—it’s

no good g “What's the 25 grand for then?” gasped Luke. “For the 99-year franchises,” said Sylvester. “The Peninsular Co. has three 99-year franchises, one in each county it operates in.” “Competition is the backbone of

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business,” piped up Betty, sweetly, winking broadly at Silas. y Guess we might be able to get married now,” said Silas. “Maybe 50, we can go to New York even, and he winked back. :

- THE END The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright. 1937. United Feature Syndicate)

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