Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 August 1938 — Page 14

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By Edwin Rutt CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I === were four entities in: the living room of the PenningtonParker Restatorium. Reading from left to right: (1) Miss Sally Pennington, (2) Mr. Kinks Parker, 3) Mr. ©. K. Titus, (4) Wolfgang, the dachshund belonging to Miss Clara Fenimore. Sally Pennington broke a breathless silence. “If I don’t hear just what happened in exactly two seconds,” she said, “I'm going to scream my head off.” ~~ “Okay,” said Kinks. “I guess . I'm elected. Well, it was very simple. This morning I found the Great Pierre utterly confusing Mrs. Clipstack with slight-of-hand stuff. And just then I happened to remember that there were such things as loaded dice. ‘Also I remembered ‘that Bull Griffin and that fellow, Spaldini, were absolutely crawling with money. Get it?” - Sally gasped and nodded. “Go on »

“I. broached it carefully to the Great Pierre and he caught on. It was to be a joke, of course. He was to slip me some of his winnings during the game. Well, he did. And when I'd got $200 I cleared out. And . . . well, you know the rest.” “But it—it was cheating!” said Sally, dismayed. “Well, of course,” said , Kinks, “I'm going to tell Bull what happened. Ill give him, and Spaldini, too, an I. O. U. How we'll pay them I haven't figured out yet. But why worry?” “Where did you go this moming?” Sally asked suddenly. Kinks grinned. “To New Haven. We had to get some dice. And we did. One pair loaded and the other on the level. And did the Great Pierre do his stuff? Boy, oh boy!” = 2 = 2 } ss ELL,” said Sally, “it’s all .¥ absolutely swell. I can hardly believe we're able to keep the place.” Then a frown creased her forehead. “Of course, we'll have to do it all over again six months from now. And I don’t like the Ames connection. They’ll be furious after today. They may find some way to cheat us out of it yet.” C. K. Titus spoke for the first

e. “I'm afraid I owe you young people an apology. You see, my name isn’t Titus. It happens to be C. K. Farnsworth. I own an organization called Farnsworth Hotels, Inc.” Kinks shook his head. “I don’t get it.” : “You will presently,” said Mr. Farnsworth nee Titus. “Our corporation is always interested in houses that can be turned into small country hotels. Well, a representative of mine came to Winstock to look around and happened to meet Spencer Ames. Mr. Ames mentioned this place and even brought him to see it.” “Ah,” said Sally, suddenly remembering something. “However,” said Mr. Farnsworth, “I wasn’t entirely satisfied with my man’s report on Mr. Ames. Mr. Ames told him one or two things that made me suspicious. So I came to see for myself. I make 8 practice’ of doing that, anyway, before I buy a property.” “1 did not wish to use my own namé here on account of Ames. So I selected ‘Titus’ and came to find you people running this—this madhouse. And then last night Mr. Farker told me of your difficulty. I appeared disinterested.” “I'll say you did,” ejeculated Kinks. “You just walked out on me.” 2 8 8

ARNSWORTH gave a quiet chuckle. “I only let you think so. I had no intention of seeing you lose this place. I had my own suspicions of this man Ames. Hed have bought it in, of course, and

sold it to me. You can believe it or|

not, but if you hadn’t raised the money today, I'd have raised it for you. I only’—his eyes twinkled at Kinks — “wanted to see how resourceful you were, young man. And I'm very well satisfied. You ought to make a first-rate hotel manager.” “Me?” said Kinks, blinking at

“Ill never sell this place,” Sally said swiftly, “to be turned into a hotel with bar-rooms and bowling alleys.” . “My dear young lady,” said Mr. Farnsworth earnestly, “I haven't the slightest intention of altering it. I'm merely suggesting that I take it over, leave it as it is, turn it into a hotel, advertise it properly and install you and Mr. Parker as manageress and manager. That’s the sum and substance of my proposition.

Now I've said my say. And”—he}/

looked ut them in amusement—‘“we seem to have arrived at one of those moments where a third party is entirely superfluous. I'll leave you to think it over.” For a moment Sally looked wonderingly at Kinks. y “Oh, Kinks,” she said -breathlessly, “do you think he really means it?” “Sure, he does,” said Kinks. “He’s one swell guy.” “We'll do it, then,” Sally decided suddenly.

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R. KINKS PARKER took a turn up and down the room. He had something else to say and he wanted to say it in the right words. They didn’t come easily. Trying to summon them, he looked out the window. He beheld a queer procession approaching the house. Heading it was Mr. Bull Griffin, swathed in a robe from one of the cars. Behind Bull marched Mr. Tony Spaldini, wrapped in another robe. And bringing up the rear was the Great Pierre, Maitre de la Magie. There was a beatific smile on the face of the Great Pierre and his arms were full of clothes. Kinks swung away from the window. The right words just wouldn't come. The right words eluded him. The right words . . . all at once he took a deep breath. “Listen, you blond-haired, blueeyed tidal wave,” he barked at Sally. “We've got all but one thing settled. And that’s what’s happening to you and me. Well, get this! “And all I want to do is hear you say youll marry me and then I'm going to kiss you from now till next July. And if you say you won't, I'll come over there and wring your

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