Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 May 1939 — Page 14

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

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DATE WITH DANGER

By HELEN WORDEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS MARY FRANKLIN—Society editor, DUKE MARTIN — Suave mght gangster. JANICE FRENCH-—Society deb. JIM SHIRLEY-—Playboy.

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Yesterday—The inquest and police speculate next autopsy will show wp about French.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Wy HE war is on,” Mary told Ladd over the telehone. “The Duke] has made the first move. I haven't] got time to go into that now. Would you like the story of the inquest for the 12 o'clock edition?” | She sketched in the happenings of the morning to Sam Darwin, a rewrite man. “The boss wants to speak with you again,” Sam said when she finished. “What did you mean when you said Martin had made the first move?” asked Ladd. “I couldn't prove it. but I think] he and Bill Condon tried to run

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me down a few minutes ago.” |

” ’ 3 ! : There was a moment's silence. | I'm going

“I might have married a dozen better men than you—and what's more,

to do it!”

“I can’t afford to lose the best re-! porter I've got. Do you want help?” “No. I don't think the Duke will!

By Clyde Lewis

HOLD EVERYTHING try that again. When he comes to : SEE : his senses he'll realize it wouldn't be good business to hurt me, at Jeast not right away.” | “I wish vou wouldn't be so cussed self-reliant.” { Mary laughed. It was a charming | laugh, rippling and gay. If Ladd had! SSSR known women as well as he knew | RRRRW the newspaper game he would have caught the intimate quality of that laugh. As it was, it maddened him. Onec more he was the impersonal! editor. “I want to trap Martin with the] goods,” he snapped. “That's why I advised Fenelon to have Morris fake the inquest. We all know Martin's guilty as the devil, but we’ll have to prove it. Find out whom he's stalking now.”

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= » » ARY Knew that which went to the Dove at| night could be found at the Turf] noons. She also knew Clem Shirley | ho might be there. i It was a sharp sensation, stimulating to the imagination, to go from the grim squalor of Bellevue | A= and the morgue to the golden splen- & dor of the Turf. Mary knew most of the people in the tiny little restaurant (lack of space was one of the Turf’'s assets) by sight. They belonged to an international set. There was the lavishly bejeweled Comtesse de

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Jacques whose husband sold champagne; the homely daughter of an American tool manufacturer who'd

“I guess that takes care of everything, honey, except Mama and Papa's room.”

married a rascally Italian prince; |< the silly American boy who'd taken r a showy Egyptian princess for a wife: and the alluring German dancer who was to star in a Broadway show that the millionaire across the room was angeling. “A mixed green salad and a demitasse,” she told the waiter. At sound of her voice, a girl at another table turned around. “Why, Mary Franklin’ she exclaimed, “What are you doing, eating all alone. Come and join Jack and me.” “Clem!” cried Mary. “We run into each other all the time, don't we!” Vitality was Clem’s most dazzling characteristic. Her blue eyes were dancing with the joy of living. “Oh, Mary! Last night was so exciting. I'd never seen Chinatown before. We were really taken behind the scenes by Mr. Martin.” “That's so. We did meet you last night,” laughed Jack Burden, ordering a cocktail for Mary. “Is Chinatown one of your vices?” “I go occasionally,” she replied. “But Clem was right. You both] were being guided by a man who | knows it better than I. Duke Mar- | tin is the silent partner in a number | of local schemes.” { “Such as?” Jack looked at her with inquiring eves. “Oh, fan-tan and opium rackets.” “Really!” said Clem. “How fascinating.”

” ” x Q ACK took Clem's hand. “Our, little girl is learning about the

LAPPER FANNY

“That's my great-grandfather.

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Everybody says I'm the spittin’

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big world. Don’t get too clos on J ig A ® ' THIS CURIOUS WORLD “Your wings will be singed if you! a do,” warned Mary. She told them of Janice French's inquest. “Duke Martin stops at nothing,” she repeated. “Youre just an old fogy, Mary.” Clem tossed her head. “You and Jack belong back with the dowagers. As if I couldn't take care of myself.* “You're flirting with the same slab Janice French rests on now,” declared Mary. “I like your father too well to see you get into trouble.” Mary fancied she saw a look of worry in Jack's gray eyes, but his manner was light. “I think youre overserious, Mary. The morgue’s got you down. I'll keep an eye on Clem. Forget the inquest. Come to a movie with us.” “I can't,” smiled Mary. working girl." But as they put she suddenly asked. “What are you doing tonight, Clem? Perhaps you and Jack could have dinner with me.” Clem hesitated. “I'm sorry, Mary, « don’t believe I can.” “She's got a date,” interrupted Jack, “and it isn't with me, but I'm going just the same.” | “Oh, don't be silly, Jack.”| Clem’s voice was impatient. “We're | not married. Besides, you're not asked tonight.” { ”

= » HEY were still arguing when Mary drove off. For the rest of the afternoon tney wrangled even in the darkness of the movie theater. Jack thought Clem incredibly stubborn. { “I've been very patient, but this fs getting past a joke. What gazook is taking you out tonight?” “What right have you got to

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her in a cab,

WHEN DOES THE BUGLER SOUND

ANSWER-—The time of retreat is sounded at sunset, when the flag

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know everything I do?” she

flashed back. lL - V . “My love gives me the right™ | _Yes, Bailey. In my room.”

“I don’t call that love.” Before For some time after she went up hie could answer she had left her !0 her own apartment, she sat seat. Two old ladies blocked Jack's pursuit. By the time he reached the street, Clem had dis\ppeared. When Clem reached her apart-| ment, the butler said her father aad called to say he'd driven to U Long Island for a hunt meet and Sively she reached for gecided to stay for dinner at the Phone, tub. )

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pretty round cheeks. an angry burst into tears. Why did Jack have to be so possessive? thing to be jealous about. the

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HOLY SMOKE!

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