Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 March 1940 — Page 15

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Rade CLAYBOURNE—wealthy play-

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IRENE TEMPLE—society debutante.

YESTERDAY: Paul leaves the city and ara’s approaching marriage forces Ain to seek a new home. She determines to break away from her present mode of living, hunts a job as a maid, hoping

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AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS Ann started back to the- kitchen. She hesitated upon finding the two furtive-eyed - lodgers in the hall. One of them stood against the wall, & suitcase behind his knees. There |! bil 3 ienseness about him, his eyes re fever bright. GOMETHING _ He did not speak to Ann, seemed 2 ! ARS TOO SOON hardly conscious of her presence. 1 Wo, IN BCA OE Ore ux Beavis. mas 0, we. 0.5. PAY. : A uma: BORN THIRTY ve S ; ee Second young man was talking | NS | . > ; Te Li'L ABNER : ho ; na } y Syndieate,’ ; 3 , He Ba ar (phone Near Fie. 2, Fal 00 hs reer, 5 Ann placed her suitcase and paper] ) ° : 11 that bag near the wall and went into the| “the steering ehuibuient He ee niareplon zomg igs ow 1 HOLD EVERYTHING

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ER-HAVE You A MATCH, kitchen. She said goodby to Mrs. My nove Follet and returned to the hall. Both men were at the telephone, one beseeching the other to “cut it out.” As she stooped for her baggage, the paper bag tipped, scattering articles on the floor. Hastily she . gathered them together, caught up _ her ‘suitcase, and ran into the street. Her arms ached when she finally deposited her belongings in & bare little room at the Center. It was lonely in the little room and Ann went down to the lounge. Choosing a magazine, she sat down. Sprightly * dance tunes tinkled from the radio. The music stopped and a man’s clear voice brought the news. In the midst of war talk, he interrupted himself to announce a bulletin. A bonded messenger, delivering $25,000 worth of jewels, had been slugged and robbed. The consignment was the property of the| Temple wholesale jewelers. =z b Temple, Ann thought. Odd how often that name came to her ears. Irene Temple had been friendly and pleasant. Wouldn't it be a’ queer trick of fate if she and Irene ,, ‘Temple were cousins. . 2 » 2 IT MUST HAVE BEEN AN hour later when she went to her room. She lifted the suitcase to the narrow bed and stopped short, frowning. While the black leather and general aspect of the bag were the same as her own, she knew the suitcase did not belong to her. She tried the catch to find it locked. Near the handle was a name in gold letters. “John B. Temple.” Ann sat down suddenly, keeping her hand on the suitcase. Was it possible that $25,000 worth of jewels rested under her hand? If so, how had it come with her to that room? Her mind darted back, touching Incidents with light fingers of thought, putting two and two together. A startled exclamation broke from her lips. The two young men in the hall— she had always been suspicious of them—one had been standing over a suitcase. When she returned from the, kitchen he had been at the telephone with his back to her. She remembered that her paper bag had fallen over, spilling some of its

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contents. She had hastily gathered them together. ‘Had she then picked up the wrong suitcase? She again examined the damaging evidence with a sick certainty that she had done that very thing. Doubtless, long before this, the two. men knew what had happened.

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

IM NOT FLUSTERED. I'M NOT FLUSTERED IN THE LEAST

IF YOU AREN'T THE GIRL WHO WAS KIDNAPED OFF THE TRAIN, THEN WHY GET SO FLUSTERED?

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I'M NOT SHOUTING! I...0H, PLEASE! YOUVE GOT TO BELIEVE ME‘, IM NOT THE SAME GIRL. GO

AWAY, NOW! AT ONCE! PLEASE!

‘YOU'VE GOT TO!! They knew that she had escaped Xia with the prize. : 2

= ” ANN GOT UP and walked about the room, her hands tightly clasped. She looked over her shoulder at the - window. There was a fire escape Just outside. Snatching up the suitcase, she ran from the room, down the stairs and into the office. A dim light burned in the lounge, the office was dark. The entire floor was deserted. y YAY Ann’ locked herself into the office : i ES 2 ! and turned on a desk lght.| wre tsk! Why does Fan bother to write these things down when Trembling ‘she leafed through the she knows nobody’s ever gonna see ‘em except herself?”

telephone book. Temple—Temple— _. it was—John B., Bittersweet! THIS CURIOUS WORLD 4-4545. Mouth dry, fingers shaking, she dialed the number, then switched off the light. A precise voice answered. “Mr. John Temple's residence.” “May I speak to Mr. Temple?” “Just a moment, please.” Ann waited, one hand pressed to her throat. Then, “John Temple speaking.” “Mr. Temple—this is Ann Brown. . § think I have your jewels.” “you think you have them,” he roared. “Don’t you know?” She heard him speak sharply to some_one beside him. “I'm quite sure. mistake.” | “Look here, young lady, get down to business and explain yourself. Someone half killed my messenger to get those jewels. Give me the facts and be quick about it. If this is a stall—" : “Please—it’s no stall. When I feft my rooming house tonight I picked up the wrong suitcase. I can't open it, but it has your name near the handle.” “Where is it now?” “I'm sitting on it. Mr. Temple —I'm scared. It wauld be ‘easy enough for those men to follow me—"’ : “Where are you?” “At the Center on W. Hibbard—" “Hold the wire a minute.” Ann listened. She could hear a!" murmur of voices. Then Mr. Temple spoke again. “Sit on that stuff until the police get there.” “I will, Mr. Temple.”

" ® ®w ANN SAT IN THE DARK. It| wasn’t five minutes until she heard the distanct shiek of a siren. A moment later a car stopped in front of the Center. Three officers jumped out and she unlocked the door. “Here I am,” she said weakly as they entered the lounge. “Is this what ‘you are loooking for?” She held out the suitcase and exhaled her breath on a long sigh of relief when the first officer took it. An amazed cry came from the 4+ stairs and Mrs. Tate, the secretary, .# ran down, wearing a bathrobe and metal hair curlers. Girls flocked behind her. Suddenly the lounge was brilliantly lighted. |

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ANSWER—Right. Easter cannot precede the Spring Equinox.

Mrs. Tate, her face shiny with cold cream, rushed up to Ann.

Sorry, lady, but orders is orders.” The police car whirled eastward, “ 5 finally coming to a stop before a What is the trouble? she Ye- lighted house on Sheridan Drive. manded. A butler opened the door and they “Don't worry, Mrs. Tate—I sent|filed in past him. They were led for the officers.” through a thickly carpeted hall to One of the policemen said, “Come he library. There Ann faced the on—you’re going with us.” Temple family. Ann shrank pack “Oh, 1X (To Be Continued) rather not. You have the yewels—"| : z EB “We got orders to take you along. ' (Al! events, names ami characters in this