Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 June 1939 — Page 16

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CAST OF CHARACTERS MARY FRANKLIN—Society editor. DUKE MARTIN — Suave night club gangster, JANICE FRENCH--Society deb. JIM SHIRLEY-Playboy. Yesterday — Ladd accuses Mary of edvering up for Clem Shirley in the Martin case. Then he asks the commisioner to arrest her for Martin's mur der.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR " Y dear fellow, you're talking sheer nonsense!” An incredulous expression swept ; over Fenelon's face as he repeated, 3 Fh iq ,. - : | NY <S ; i Ladd's words in the receiver. “Ar- ; ] $0 a 3 / | 7 r= of ’ = Xh S\3 Ee ——— | | . “A 1 rest Mary Franklin for the murder | 4 ; : ; 7 wo ) = \ = \= 3 i : ri ” of Duke Martin! She didn’t do it : J any more than I did. I certainly won’t arrest her.” Obviously puzzled by Ladd's de-| mand, the Police Commissioner's tones took on the soothing quality | he might use in addressing a child. | “After all, she is your own em-| ployee.” Then, as Ladd continued to talk, Fenelon showed by his manner that he was partially convinced, “You say that she phoned from | Martin's apartment to tip off the HOLD EVERYTHING Gazette and then hung up before she could be questioned? H'mm.| I admit it's curious. Maybe she] does know more than we Wink Well, if vou insist, I'll send Jim |

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SLOT MACHINES “ PUNCH BOARDS phoned, the Commissioner leaned | £TC. back in his chair, the fingers of one hand carefully resting against the outstretched fingers of the] other. His gray eyes were thought-| ful. Half an hour later Mary was facing Chase in her living room. | “I don't understand,” she said. “You've come to arrest me. Why?” “Commissioner's orders, Miss | Franklin.” Chase's blue eyes were | gentle and guileless, and his round | face, with its undistinguished fea-| tures, revealed nothing “This is absurd,” “I'll call the office.” stopped suddenly after she'd re-| covered from the first shock. “But | at least you can tell me what I'm | being arrested for.” “The murder of Duke Martin.” | She was colorless but cool now. | “Well, anyway it's a worthwhile | murder,’ she remarked ironically. | “May I get my hat and coat, or do you trust me alone? I could escape through the garden.” | “I'll trust you, Miss Franklin,” a Chase smiled. “This isn't the first] fume eb re time we've met.” a COPR. 1539 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. “No, that's so, and on the same | «My masterpiece, boss! story,” called back Mary, as she disappeared into her bedroom. “Funny, that night at Janice French's you came to rescue me, now you've come to arrest me.” | 1 Glancing back to see if Chase | | was watching, Mary reached fever-| | ishly in her top drawer and lifted out Clem’s shining, sequined evening bag. It still bulged in the con- | tour of a revolver. Hastily stepping over to her closet, she reached in for a galosh, rapidly stuffed the evening bag in the toe and tossed the overshoe back in the corner of the closet { A moment later she joined the | detective. { ® =» ® Bi UT her mood was not cheerful when she climbed into the car with Chase. She was very angry now. She had had time to think the whole thing over It was a frame-up. They did it to get her| to talk. Well, she'd never talk. The sun was shining brightly | when Mary followed Chase into po-| lice headquarters. People passing on Lafayette street paid no atten-| tion to her. Back in his office at the Gazette | Ladd was giving rapid-fire orders. “Send in Crosswell,” he bellowed to his secretary. “I've had Mary Franklin picked up for the murder of Duke Mar-| tin,” he announced as the night city | editor hurried in. “Now I want the | story played across eight colmns,| and splash it. Start your lead | thus . . .” Ladd began writing rapidly, then handed the bewildered “You won't have any trouble with next year’s kids, Miss Jones. night city editor the story. told 'em all about you an’ they're already scared.” “I want only two copies printed.|

Two, no more. Then we'll go back| to the old story. I want two office] boys sent each with a copy to these] addresses and let 'em holler an extra. Let ‘em holler, ‘Mary Franklin, society editor, arrested for racketeer’s murder’.” » ” ”

~HE managing editor of the, Gazette waited impatiently in| the basement, while the presses of the paper rolled off the two copies. “Here vou are, fellows,” he called | out excitedly, as he handed a cony | to each one of the two office boys. | Before they had left the room| the pressmen were replating the giant presses and the real edition THE SOUL OF

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peared in the 900 block on Fifth| Ave. “Extra, extra,” he called RESTING PLACE.

“Society editor held in racketeer’s killing.” His voice grew louder as he passed 919. “Extra, extra,” he velled, “Mary Franklin, society editor of the Gazette, held for the murder of Duke Martin.” COPR, 1939 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. © | The door of 919 opened and Clem GOLDEN 3 v . CC Oars \ , Id X¥ KB 0 NTE \ - = RL hs ’ — pe vole IY N

Shirley ran wildly down the steps. _ tr “I want a copy of that paper,” she THE NAMES AN’ DESCRIPTIONS O'TWESE THREE HOURS LATER --- WE SOUNDS OKAY- BUT TOO MUCH OF A Good | | E'S THe cried. TWENTY GENTS WHO WISHES TO CORRES- I'VE GOT “EM ALL ELIMINATED BUT TWO. THE TIME CHARLEY MAYBE FOR MISS ABBE -- THE POND WITH HIM, THIS 1S GON’ On Murray Hill, in front of the POND WITH A MAIDEN LADY, MATRIMON- BIRST 16 JACKSON= 1212. HE DESCRIBES OTHER ONE 1S RAMSEY 7I1= WORT: TWO TO BE A LOTTA WORK--BUT WHAT John Burden house, the same scene IALLY INCLINED "ALL SOUND FINE --- HISSELF AS A MIDDLE AGEC BACHELOR, | | HUNDRED THOUSAND, MIDDLE AGED BUT DO | CARE IF IT MAKES MISS was being enacted. ‘Extra, extra,” p WORTH & 100,000, FOND OF | | LOOKS YOUNGER, VERY SERIOUS BUT FOND ABBR HAPPY cried a small boy in front of 119 E. DANCING, MOVIES AND OF THE FINER THINGS OF 37th St. “Mary Franklin, society HURCH SOCIALS = LIFE editor of the Gazette, held for the murder of Duke Martin.” The door of 119 was flung violently back and Jack Burden raced down the steps, two at a time. “Here's a half dollar for your paper,” he cried. He was still standing on the front steps reading it when the boy hurried off. That same second, Mary was facing the commissioner. “There are certain aspects of] ‘ ‘ Duke Martin's death which we fee] YOUr Voice when you phoned to tip you can explain, Miss Franklin® off the Gazette.” Fenelon said. She blew a ‘cloud of smoke He pulled up a chair for her and through her nostrils. “I have nothgave Chase a nod of dismissal ing to say.” “Now tell me exactly what you| The door opened and Ladd rushed know. I understand you were the in. last person in Duke Martin's apart-| Mary jumped up. “You've brought ment.” an this on me. I hate you,” she “There's no proof of that.” cried. Fenelon offered Mary a cigaret. “Ah, but there is. Mr. Rogers, of your paper, tells me he recognized

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