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MONDAY, OCT. 18, 1937
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CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE—heroine, woman attorney. AMY KERR—Cilly's 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: Cilly is saved at the last possible second when Sergt. Dolan enters Mrs. Elliot's apartment. But her attacker escapes. She is returned to her apartment to await police protection for the night. And then three sharp rings at the door—Jim’s ring!
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
ILLY! Oh, my darling, I never | missing, had been missing for ed - I| months. I didn’t see 8 | pody which had been mistaken for
knew what happened never knew newspaper until half an hour ago, : J |
Jim's arms were around ber, & | «
bulwark against fear and uncer- | tainty and death itself, and Cilly | was sobbing hysterically on his shoulders. Sobbing with wild aban- | don because she was so utterly, su- | premely relieved. No matter what | might occur now, Jim was here, at | last. [ “There's so much to explain, | dear,” he went on, “so much that | I couldn’t tell you before.” “And so much that I wanted to | tell you,” Cilly replied. Her sobs stopped abruptly. Briefly | she recounted the developments of | the last few days, the search for Jim. “My God, Cilly,” he cried desper- | ately, “it terrifies me to think what | the law can do to an innocent man. | . . Where would I be now if the | Perrys had not met me? In jail, | like my poor father, only I'd be a | murderer. Listen to me, Cilly, I've | got to tell you the whole story.
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“ Y father was an officer in the | bank-—you probably heard | that much straight. You couldn't | have heard that he was the squar- | est, finest man that ever lived. He | never did a crooked thing, he] never thought a crooked scheme. | Never, He lost a great deal of | money. It bothered him more than | he let on to Amy or me. Then out | of a clear sky, these bonds were | stolen—negotiable bonds, which | were as good as cash anywhere. My | father was accused. I can't tell you | what a shock it was. All my life | I'd assumed blindly that you look a man in
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tell whether he's honest. I laughed when they came to arrest Dad. The judge | would throw the case out of court. | “But it wasn't that way at all. | Those lawyers, the state's lawyers, | built up the most intricate, the most | infallible case! Step by step, they | proved my father guilty by step, vet we knew, Amy and Dad and I, that none of it was true! We were helpless, hopeless. It drove me | mad at times. There were days | when I wanted to choke the breath | out of those lawyers for their insin- | uations, their tricky sarcasm. , , .”|
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ILLY nodded understandingly. | The court record said Jim went | wild. “Well, Dad was convicted. We | hadn't a shred of evidence to save | him—at least nothing that would | stand a chance in court. There | was only one thing—one intangible fragment of Amy's imagination, our | lawver called it. Nevertheless, she | stuck to it, she followed her own lit- | tle clue right through—to the end, | for her.” “What was that clue, Jim?” “The day before the theft, she | was visiting some friends in Ogden | —that's about 30 miles from Blue-| fields. One of the girls was leaving | for the East, and Amy went to the | airport to see her off. There, in the | ticket office, she heard a man order | a ticket on the regular plane three | days later—a ticket for Chicago. The man's voice sounded familiar to Der. | She remembered it as one which | had answered Dad's wire at the | bank. We decided it must have] been a fellow named Worth—a new | man at the bank—the only one | Amy would not have recognized by | “sight . . .” “Where is he now?” » n n " HAT'S the joker. night of the robbery, | body was found in a ravine some |
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few miles out of Bluefields, pinned | under his overturned car. body was identified to the satisfaction of the court. Call 1h woman's intuition or what you will, Amy believed that Worth had taken the bonds and skipped to Chicago. True, the court said there was no sign of the stolen bonds in the burned car. And whose body was it, if not Worth's? People don’t just disappear in a town like Bluefields.
“So Amy went to Chicago, on al
wild goose chase, our lawyer said. Imagine tracing a voice! By this time my father was serving a sentence. He was badly shaken by the trial, and I seemed to be the one who disturbed him most. He begged, he pleaded with me to leave Utah and start life somewhere else, where I wouldn't be linked to him.
The police were still watching me, | day and night, trying to trace the]
bonds through me. They've never
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IM caught his breath a second then went on. “Naturally, I wouldn't listen to Dad at first, then it got to a point where he made such a fuss every time I visited him that the prison authorities refused me admission. Finally, our family doctor urged me to go away, for a time at least, if for no other reason than to sel father's mind at rest. I did. Through a friend in Chicago, I got this job in New York. I disappeared completely. Not even Amy knew where I was. I kept in touch with Dad only through Dr. Blythe. That left Amy working on her own, but she wanted it that way. It was only a will-o’-the-wisp she was following, and she felt it would be better for her if her relationship to me or fo Bluefields were not known by any one. Her only hope of ever getting this fellow Worth, if indeed he were still alive, was in his believing himself absolutely clear. Remember, Amy’s suspicion never came out at, the trial.” “Then you think Amy followed him here to New York?” “I'm sure of that. When you first spoke of Amy Kerr, I wondered if it could be my Amy, but it didn't seem likely. The world is a big place. . . Then I saw her here Sunday night Ciily, I can't tell you how happy I was ... we'd been outcasts
| Cilly i Amy's hand when I reached her.”
[ eve on Worth here in New York
| suggested that he sleep in the room
| crying He'd | been burned pretty badly, but the |
| so long. I wanted to tell you then |you who he was? Did all the proof [and there, but Amy warned mo. [she gathered die with her?” | Anyway, I slipped her that note| “No, thank God.” Jim said earn- | your sergeant found and I met her |estly. “She was prepared against upstairs on the roof as soon as I left | any emergency. Every fact she | you. There was so much I wanted | ynearthed is in a safety deposit | to know . . .” rina box at the National Trust Comboi se Selly nd Won: she pany’s downtown branch. The key . . oF ' G5 to the box is in her desk at Ames | gathered enough evidence to send & Wakefield.” him to prison. There was only one “Then you can get it the first
thing . she had to be able to 3 | prove he was Worth. The man had | thing in the morning? Tomorrow | been declared legally dead, you, We'll know who did it > \Cilly | know. However, last Saturday she | stopped abruptly. Upstairs she | saw an item in a Bluefields news- | heard someone walking around. Was | paper—she got them regularly— |it the special officer, or had Dolan which finally opened her eyes. Some | returned? ‘That might be the Serold hermit in the mountains was |geant,” she added. “He'll want to question you immediately, Jim.”
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IM jumped to his feet. “I don't want to see him, Cilly. Not vet. I want to go over Amy's evidence | before the police do.” He smiled, |a little sheepishly. “I'm still afraid of the technicalities of the law, dear, in spite of your legal brain. Do you suppose you could get that key for y BB re ; idence | Ihe the first thing tomorrow, so that An my GNIn Of SYIIENCE | Tcan open the deposit box before picion were true. That's why she |the Sergeant sees me: sent me to Bluefields immediately, |
[ “Surely. We could get it tonight, to check for her, while she kept her |if You want . . . no, I couldnt 0. | Dolan
will be back here any minute, with ... I mean, to talk to me.” She | didn’t want to tell Jim of the police- | woman who was coming to guard fields?” | her. There was no need to WOrTY (him. ... “But I have a key to Amy's
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She explained how and why she had burned it. “It was the final link, apparent-
She was so terribly afraid he'd be- | gin to get suspicious . . .” “What did you find out in Blue-
“Just this. Amy knew the old | : . : hermit pretty well. Frequently she |Office, Jim. Why don't you go right | rode out through the mountains ana |over? Tell the watchman in the | stopped at his shack. She'd been | Cannon Building that youre A | kind to him. The day of the rob- | friend of mine. . . . Here, the key is | bery, she saw him in town. She [in the secretary ... . : | told him of some old suits of mine She got it out, handed it to him. | which he might have if he wanted | He clenched his hand around Se to stop for them. He did, that aft- | tightly, and tears sprang into his) ernoon. It was getting late and she | eVes. i “Think of it, Cilly,” he murmured | shakily. “This is the key which will unlock my father's cell . 3 The next minute he was gone, | | and Cilly sat down on the divan to | await Sergt. Dolan. She wouldn't. reached home that night. tell him anything about Jim's visit, |
Worth had run him down, perhaps, | She decided. She would say only that Jim would see him the first |
and then conceived the bright idea | "™ 3 ) thing in the morning.
of changing personalities. That's | > ) N X where I've been this week, to Smokey | Suddenly she sat bolt upright, her
Joe Barlow's shack. And none of | Te i I ow | my clothes were there! He never j,. ,ne she had so carefully left, reached home. Knowing thai, We|gnen only one inch, was now halfcan have the body disinverred and | way open, and the curtains were identified more accurately . . . | blowing in the breeze! “But what about Worth?” Cilly | begged nervously. “Did Amy tell!
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ABOUT FACE—By Elise Winters
over our garage for the night. But he was inh a hurry to get home, he told her.
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| E locked the man in, then snapped on a radio he saw on a table in the corner. He dialed to the police calls. He was just in time to catch one of the repeats: “Watch for black coupe bearing license 42-312. Man and woman | wanted for bank robbery at Holton. | | Repeat.” Frankie snapped the radio | | off viciously. So they already had | their description and license num- | bers. Well, he'd covered the license plates. He went outside. | “Listen, dame,” he instructed. accelerator. The little coupe jumped | “I'm leaving you here with this ahead as though propelled from | Yokel. They got our description and some giant sling. Ya ih us Bure if hey AH a ink ‘ | dame with me. can make it alone oie small blond girl covers! ail right, "But frst, vou il tht gas
| tank, see?” Frankie could see that she was | ° a mortally afraid, and somehow it | ‘But Frankie!” she expostulated. tickled him. He checked an im-| 1 can duck down in the car and pulse to throw some comforting | they couldn't see me. I don't want word her way. He'd leave that oe por SE Frankie waved his kindness stuff to some guy that P50 imbaniently. couldnt ‘take it ‘high, ‘wide ‘wna | Cut the ‘chatter and get busy handsome! | while I jerk out this phone. I can t | take any chances. And don't try ; " {any funny stuff. I've got the car E bent his concentration upon yev__and I wouldn't stop at bumphis driving as the hurtling car | jing you!” began nosing its way through a few | curves and slight grades. It would be silly at this stage of the game to take chances of cracking up just when they were in the clear! He slowed down slightly and snatched a glance at the girl when the sound of muffled sobs reached him. She was huddled up now with her face in her hands just | softly and steadily. He
RANKIE reached his hand back and wiped some of the dust from the rear window of the little black coupe so that he could see the swiftly disappearing concrete behind the wheels of the car through the rear-view mirror. For a long minute he continued to snatch glances at the deserted road, alternating from front to rear. Then he laughed, pulled his hat brim lower to shield his eyes from the westering sun ahead and jammed his foot down hard on the
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E went insidé the shack and ! listened for a moment until he heard the grind of one of the gas | pumps. Then he went to work at | tearing the old-fashioned telephone | from its hangers on the wall. No | telling how soon that hayseed would | manage to break loose and make a | dash for the telephone. He was (00 | | smart to pass up any bets! snorted in disgust. The gas pump stopped grinding | “For Pete's sake, what's all the land the girl came to the door. | | weeps about?” he asked angrily. | Frankie was half minded to change | “You're all right, aren't you?” The his mind and take a chance on | girl didn’t move or bother to answer | breaking through with her along. i and Frankie let it pass for another | She was a cute kid, even if she | ! mile or so. Then he stopped the | couldn't take it. | | car and pulled off the road after | For the last time, Frankie, won't | | spoiting a clump of trees. - He | you take me along with you?” she | | grasped the girl by the shoulders. (pleaded. Frankie hesitated. | “No!” he said harshly. “Get in 1
= n n | ISTEN, rain-in-the-face, Z that blubbering and listen to ime. We need gas, and 1 need you | to help me get it. If you don’t want | to play ball you can scram right now. I got no use for a weepy dame anvhow.” The girl sniffed and shook herself free of his grasp. “What do you want now?” she questioned. “She asks me what I want now!” Frankie exploded with heavy sarcasm. “You don’t want to be a petty larceny dame all your life do you?” The girl shook her head. “All right then, I took you on this bank job because I liked you, | see? I'm smart. Who thought out | the job, stole this short we're riding in, thought of putting mud on the plates so they couldn't be read, got us away this far? Little Frankie!” “I'm afraid, Frankie. I don’t want to do 20 years in anybody's jail! Why can't we hide out around here some place?” n » “ HAT'S a dame for you!” Frankie derided. “The city's the best hiding place in the world. Besides, we got to get rid of some of this big dough before it gets too hot. Are you sticking?” The girl looked at the expanse of | empty country on all sides of them. | “T'1l1 stick,” she agreed. Frankie nodded. “All right, the next one of these | hick gas stations we come to we're |
stop | here with this bumpkin!” :
y ¥ @ E pushed her roughly inside | the back room after turning | the key in the lock. The girl | listened intently while Frankie ran | outside, started the motor and | raced away from the station. The | girl smiled wryly and then burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as she looked at the smear of mud on the hem of her dress. “I don’t see nothing funny about this mess,” protested the farmer. “Getting robbed and locked up and all.” The girl looked around, realizing she was not alone. “See this dirt?” she asked. The man looked at it with no comprehension. “Frankie is trading this | for 20 years up the river! It came off the rear license plate! Pull a fast one on me, will he!” THE END The characters in this story are fictitious.
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going to heist for some gas.” He exFrankie's foot on the brake pedal . gas pumps in front of it. He jumped | “All right, brother, into that back | t on extra one | : NOTICE TO ALL the pistol. He backed through the
plained the exact method to follow | while the girl absorbed the details. ? in brought the coupe to a smooth stop 3 in front of the little shack with the ! out to meet the attendant with a 5 drawn gun. He looked swiftly about. |W/ gle Bubble room!” he instructed tersely. The | Eu ier man was fascinated by the sight of 1 [LS iat cos Tok doorway, his hands elevated. a a
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By Dr. Morris Fishbein American Medical Journal Editor NE of the strangest of all occupational diseases is the so-
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Inclose a 3-cent stamp for reply when addressing any question oi ract or information to The Indianapolis Times | called compressed air disease, or Washington Service Bureau, || caisson disease. Since men have 1013 13th St., N. W., Washing- || been sinking caissons for bridges, ton, D. C. Legal and medical || piers and submarine tunnels, this advice cannot be given, nor can || disease has been a factor, extended research be wunder- || Compressed air is used to kcep taken. | water or mud out of the volace in | which the men are at work. The | water and mud are kept out by Q—Were machine guns used eX- raising the pressure of air in the tensively in the Civil War? | workroom to a figure above that of A—Previous to the World War the water or mud which presses machine guns did not have a promi- | 88ainst the shell of the workroom. nent place in the armaments of | If the pressure is kept sufficiently contending forces. In 1861, Gatling | Nigh, there is always some outward invented a machine gun which | leakage of air rather than a leakmight be termed a revolving rifle | age of water into the room.
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the Civil War. : | son enters an air lock or tank Q—Is a watermelon red inside in which the pressure is raised, he before it is cut? | first notices an effect in his ears. A—There is no such thing as|He can overcome this effect by color unless there is an eve to see | swallowing or by ‘holding his nose
it. Therefore, it is perfectly proper | 8nd blowing. If he fails to do this to say that a watermelon is not red he SY oe uany have a rupture of hat tos i de | the eardrum. inside until it is opened so that | : : | It has been found that when the licht can enter and be reflected to | pressure rises sufficiently it is im-
the eye. The character of the in- | ; Tu Nearisy side of the watermelon that reflects FR oe a HY ae as a vo alan | thermore, the compression of air before and aft color red is the same | makes heat and the worker takes off BEore RE Biter Wi Us it. | his clothes as the pressure rises and Q—What is the name for the | Puts them on again as the pressure stand on which a clergyman places | falls. he manuscri is beat the manuscript of his sermon when HEN a person is developing
hes? he Presches? compiessed air illness, he gets ; A--Tt is called the desk or read- | some symptoms which are far from ing desk. It is distinct from the | pleasant. lectern, a stand from which the| Because of the compression the scripture lessons are read or chant- | blood and the tissues of the body ed in some church services. dissolve an increased amount of Q—What are the religious affilia- | 2" When the pressure is suddenly
tions of Mayor La Guardia of New | decreased, bubbles of nitrogen can
. » form, cutting off the blood supply York City, and former Mayor Jim- | round " ; . my Walker? | from various parts of the body.
When this occurs the symptoms A—Mayor La Guardia is an Epis- | of compressed air illness develop copalian; Mr. Walker is a Roman | with pain, dizziness, prostration. Catholic, weakness, painful constriction of the
Wi , title ‘ i chest, difficulty with hearing and Q—What is the title of the Waltz | ometimes these symptoms are mis-
layed i 'S ; - Dives I the md [part Of Yi Mp | taken for those of intoxication and
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