Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 August 1938 — Page 22

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HAYWIRE HOUSE By Edwin Rut

CAST OF CHARACTERS - KINKEAID PARKER—Hero. Handsome, Jobless, he has just inherited half-inter-est in a vacant Connecticut home. SALLY PENNINGTON—Heroine. Blond, pretty, she has inherited the other half of the home. Together they turn it into a “Restatorium.” :

Yesterday: ‘The Great Pierre, magician

joins the guest list. Then Wilton Ames

drives up.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TILTON AMES seemed in a

most affable frame of mind

As he parked his car, he glanced with some Sifytion at the Great

Pierre’s comb But his face when he greeted Sally and Kinks.

“What's this?” he asked. “More

business?”

«It certainly is,” said Sally. “We've

got a magician with us now, Wilton. Also a couple of gangsters.” . Wilton glanced nervously about. “Gangsters?” he repeated incredulously. “Yes,” said Sally. “They've gone inside or I'd introduce you. They're very good paying guests, Wilton, so please don’t spread the news around. We don't want the police visiting

“I won't say a word,” Wilton promised. 2 2 2 1- come about this mortgage payment,” he said. “It’s been on my mind lately. And I'm ...

well, I realize the position my father |

has to take, but I'm all against him even so.” : “1f youll just excuse me,” said Kinks, at this point, “I'll finish unloading that trailer. There are still one or two things to go into . the house.” “In a minute” said Wilton. “You ought to hear what I have to say, since you're joint legatee.” Part of his plan was to allay any suspicions that Kinks might have of him. “Okay,” said Kinks. “Shoot.” “Well,” said Wilton, “I've given the matter a great deal of thought. And the other day I went to my father and: put it straight up to him about extending the time of your payment. As I expected, he wouldn’t listen.” Sally’s eyes grew suddenly soft. “But, Wilton,” she said, “it was very sweet of you to try, anyway. Wasn't it, Kinks?”“Eh?” said Kinks. Sure.” Wilton waved his hand. “It was the least I could do. And I'm sorry I didn’t get to first base. ~ But I refuse to admit defeat yet. I think we all ought to go and see him. This afternoon.” “Gang up on him, eh?” Kinks said. “That’s it.” Wilton turned friendly eyes upon him. : “I'm for it,” said Sally decisively.

“Oh, sure.

“Kinks, you get my car out. I'll took |

in and tell Mrs. Clipstack to after the people.” » ® # BEDIENTLY Kinks departed for the barn. Sally ran up

the front steps. But suddenly, Wil- |.

ton called her back. “I've brought the certificates for that stock,” he said, taking a large brown envelope from his pocket. “I didn’t want to give it to you in front of Parker. Thought you might not want him to know you'd bought it.” “I'm glad you waited,” Sally said. “I'd just as soon Kinks didn’t know it. He might think I'd been foolish. By the way, has anything happened to the stock yet?” Wilton shook his head. “No. But give it a few days. I had a straight tip. > : There was surprise in Mr. Spencer Ames’ pale, blue eyes as Miss Sally Pennington swept into his office, followed by his son and a young man whom he had not met. He was perfectly aware that the young man was Kinkaid Parker. But he acknowledged Wilton’s in$odupsion without admitting the act. “Well,” he. said, waving them into chairs, “I know why you've come, of course. Wilton’s been at me about the same thing. And I feel bound to tell you at the outset what I told him. I can’t do a thing for you.” 8 & a " OW, look here, Mr. Ames,” : said Sally, “We've got the best reason in the world for asking for a short extension. We're dcing business over there. TI’ll admit that when Ki—er—Mr. Parker got the idea of running a sort of inn, I thought he was crazy. But he wasn’t as crazy as he sounded. We're getting people. And in a few weeks we can pay off that note. Or a great part of it, at least.” Spencer Ames rubbed his chin. “I have no doubt, Miss Pennington,” he said, “that all you say is true. But a bank is not a charitable institution. We can’t do business by—by employing slack methods. Furthermore, I may as well tell you that during Mrs. Preston’s lifetime I took it upon myself to grant her several extensions of the payment. And it did me no good with my board of directors. Frankly Miss Pennington, they don’t like that investment.” Unexpectedly, Wilton Ames rose to his feet. He advanced to the desk and smote it with the flat of his hand. “Well, I call it a dirty trick,” he cried. “Sally and Parker have made a real effort to keep their property. And just because a board of directors who look like a—a bunch of stuffed owls are pressing you a little, you give in. Believe me, I'd soon tell those directors where to get off.”

ALLY looked at him wonderingly. It was the finest burst of emotion that she had ever seen Wilton put on. But Spencer Ames’ eyes simply bulged coldly, like the eyes of a dead fish. “Wilton,” he said, “sit down. You're only beginning in the banking business and you know next to nothing about it. I'll thank you to remember that I'm running this institution. And I repeat that I cannot extend the time of this payment.” Wilton subsided, glowering. The telephone rang suddenly. :

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Clipstack, and someone else—a woman—wants to stay at the—the Restatorium. We'll have to go back right away, Kinks.”

/Spencer Ames. bowed them out

“It’s for you,” said Spencer Ames,| ( When they were gone he sat down

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“Gee, Dad,” said Wilton enthusiastically, “you were great. You played the cold-hearted banker to a T. Too bad you didn’t go in for acting.”

“You appear to have some little histrionic ability yourself,” said

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