Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 December 1939 — Page 15

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5 Would Kill

By TOM HORNER

CAST OF CHARACTERS eas aD DIS THORRE=Five persons | YOU ARE ACQUAINTED WITH

HELEN BENTHORNE—His charming oe Bde co { : 3 c ¥ PROMINENT Tou ereonL y ife. Ny \ "WILLIAD ALSTON — Benthorne's 3 ow : 3 } IR \ WHO ARE ? rE

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'Z4 PARDON THE INTRUSION, SIR, BUT YOUR APPEARANCE SUGGESTS YOU ARE A MAN ABOUT TOWN, AN I AM A STRANGER WITHIN YOUR , } GATES SEEKING TO MAKE A FEW

SATURDAY, DEC. 9, 1939

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OUT OUR WAY rr WHY DON'T You JUST ROPE HIM, ICK? WHAT'S THE IDEA OF THE POLE ?

By Lichty With Major Hooble

7 HAK=-KAFE, YAS, MR.VAN DYKE / way EGAD, ODD THAT YOU SHOULD ADDRESS ME WHEN AT THE MOMENT I WAS THINKING YOUR BEARING REMINDED ME OF MY STUDENT DAYS IN THE OLD WORLD, HAR=RUMPH/ F ann I AM MAJOR AMOS B. HOOPLE, NT A NAME YOU MAY HAVE \ A HEARD IN THE ART ar yoNN

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WILLIAM father-in-law and husiness assoeinte, pL ED ANA JOEY DI TORIO—Night club owner > and gangster. | ARA JOHNSON—The mystery girl. | JOHN DOUGLAS—A voung mining en- | gineer, in love with Ara. CAPT. DAWSON—A detective who likes | to listen. |

YESTERDAY — Dawson decides that someone who knew Benthorne's super- | mtitions “planted” the cat for him te see. | He alse recalls the “three en a match” | episode before di Torio's death. As he goes upstairs to search Mrs. Benthorne's room again, he finds Alston at the door. The old man takes twa more sleeping ! tablets, gives the box te Dawson. Dawson | throws open the door to Helen Ben-

thorne’s room. 4 N kd A {/, 2 fh “HB 0 y Yad LY (11 TE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Ii WHI THE ROOM WAS practically un- | Co" pr ; in I A changed since Dawson's last visit. | ; oh y q NX Se ; f 2 JIN \\ Someone had made the bed, and \ ¥ \ gi i y i I? [ef the spread was tightly but neatly drawn. Ara, Dawson thought. A pillow on the chaise lounge indi-

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cated where she had tried to rest. He walked to the bed, lifted the mattress, then turned it completely over and on to the floor. If there had been a gun hidden there, it was certainly gone now. Dawson studied the underside of the mattress carefully, and the cover of

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the box springs. No trace of any outline that a revolver would certainly leave. | A slight noise startled him. He rushed to the door. It had sounded as if Alston's door had been opened. There was no one in the hall, A glance in Alston's room, showed the old man again stretched on the bed. The detective closed the door again, called Kyone from the head of the stairway. | “Keep an eye on this hall, and 2 : : the one below, too, if you can,| (7 .¢ an tl i : ie

Krone,” Dawson ordered. “Who is OH, RED’ HOPE 116 GOT SOMETHIN’ TO DO

downstairs.?” “The coroner's deputy just ar- \\ 1 HAVE GooeD WITH FINDIN' THE OLTLAW WHO ROBBED

rived and the coroner is with him. \ WITHERS 7

—By Fred Harman

) M SORRY, MISS V0 JEAN, LUCKY DRAKE --HE'SY] BUT THAT'S ONE THING SO GENEROUS --+ §| 1 CANT DO FOR YOU -- ADIOS /

LUCKY DRAKE 15 STARTING THE NEW SCHOOL HOUSE -- AND T'S GOING “TO HAVE REAL SHINGLES!

I left them with di Torio. Mrs. | Benthorne was in the living room.” | Dawson nodded and returned to the bedroom. Krone took his post at the stairs, so that he could see both the upper and lower halls. In a few moments he saw Helen Benthorne walk through the archway from the living room. Then he heard the dining room door | close and’ her footsteps died away. » » »

HELAN BENTHORNE watched . the corner and his assistant at | {es 19.9 work ower di Torio's body. When GOPR. 1936 BY NEA SERVICE. INC. TM. REG. U. 8 PAT OFF, a they toak a few preliminary pic-| “Shucks, Major, I can’t shoot it—think what would happen to the boid!” tures \she took care to be well out — Sia of calgers vange, but when they, FLAPPER FANNY started po lift the raincoats Dawson had ordered spread over the | body, she could stand it no longer. | “Do yout mind if I leave now?” ! she asked. i} The coroner looked up. “No yeason for your staying. If Capt. Dawson had wanted you kept here, | hed have said so.” She left hur-} riedly. She knew Krone was watching her as she passed through the hall. She paused at the study door, to see Ara and Join talking earnestly. It's lueky for them to have love, she thought, and inwardly she voiced a prayer that this whole affair might turn out well for them. The breakfast dishes were still : on the dining room table. She'd : have to jpeak to Jameson. Then RY WASHINGTON TUBBS II ghe recalled that Dawson had or- E y " RNR . — dered the butler and the entire Ss —— = (SES \T\5 MINUTE hE Tks hee] [ ONEST NE WENT ACTUALLY CRAZY, FOLKS. TQ

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FRIENDS!

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By Sylvia YOU SURE

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I BOUGHT You SOME FLOWERS!

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BLT HOLY MAYBE IT) SMOKE ! TH WHOLE/ WASN'T SUCH NEIGHBORHOOD A GOOD’ THINKS YOU'RE DEA AFTER

EARTH ARE YOU THOUGHT

GUNNA CONVINCE 'EM YOURE NOT?

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MIND,

She stopped at the refrigerator, found a pint!of milk and went on | to the rear entry, There was a] coat hanging in a closet near the door and she\slipped into it, hid-| ing the bottle’ of milk in a deep * pocket Outside, she hesitated, glanced around to see if any patrolmen were, near, She went on across the driveway, disappeared into the garage. Dan Flynn saw her coming, and erouched lower in the rear seat of Benthorne’s limousine. If she intended trying to get away in a car, |

His voice | = he reasoned, she probably would | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS take the small roadster.

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intention. She passed the car, went hub oy’ pean, So on to the rear of the garage, to-| \ OFF | ward the stairway that led to the EE g loft. As she reached the door, Flynn | = stepped out of the limousine, called | ; to her. { “And where are you going, Mrs. | Benthorne?” She swung around, surprised. “T was just going upstairs for] gome luggage that's stored up here,” ghe explained. “There's no luggage or anything else up there and you know it, Mrs. Benthorne.” Flynn answered. “The Captain will want to see you. Come along with me.” » ~ »

"1 FOUND HER going up te the garage loft, just as you thought she would, Captain, with this bottle of milk in her pocket,” Flynn anhounced as they entered the bedroom Helen Benthorne stared about her. While Dawson had been somewhat careful, however thorough, in his first search of her room he had spared nothing in his second. He had made no attempt to replace the mattress on the bed, her closet door | stood open and the cushions of her |

chairs had been pulled out, pounded | ARK rah ¥ /] replaced. When | Bik YY ee —_ % fr) 7 2 “

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SLATS AND SO BIGSKOT AN' ME WENT TO NEW YORK. IT WAS BIGSHOT #/~THEY'D GOT AFTER MIM IN LESS THAN TWELVE HOURS LATER/

8IGSHOT PUT THE FINGER ON MAD DOG GORN. | | DID THE REST! IT WAS EASY. WE WASN'T DIDN'T DARE TAKE A TRAIN E ARMED AND NEITHER WAS |/ | WAS GLAD THEN++1= RODE THE RODS *=~ DO IT. KE WAS A KILLER! THEY'LL GET HIM AND THEN

THEY'LL GET

WE SPLIT THE REWARD. | LEFT BIGSHOT IN NEW YORK. | TOOK A TRAIN HOME = THERE WAS A CHANGE IN HARTFORD...

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| TURNED HIM IN TO THE POLICE. WHEN THEY SENTENCED HIM ==sscees

I'VE GOT FRIENDS ON THE by OUTSIDE #/! THEY'LL GET YOU FOR THIS -- BOTH OF YOU /#

Helen Benthorne did not answer. | She groped for a chair, sank into it.

“Go get the cat, Flynn!” le At the mention of the word, Mrs.’ Just a little experiment of mine| “All right, Flynn, you can let go

.Benthorne looked up, startled !'to determine the ownership of a cer- now.” The officer complied, gladly. i0ate" JH aueried, “What cat?” tain cat. If you know nothing about| The huge black cat’ ran lightly # She fidgeted in her chair as they | you need have no fears FUN, RCros the room to Helen Benthorne, waited. Dawson went on with his | Sounds like Flynn's having trouble.” | paused for a second at her feet, then tapping. | Flynn appeared at the doorway. leaped to the arm of her chair, to “There may be a cat around here.'In his arms he struggled to hold a fawn against its mistress and 5 ! : ! ! $ S glare hoo hh ny iy Sone tn ole Pi spitting, biting, scratching cat. back at Flynn. what—" Th Long scratches on his hands showed | “It's nothing to worry about, Mrs.!that the cat had not been captured Benthorne,” Dawson assured her. Wit something of a battle,

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