Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 May 1940 — Page 35

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Danger— Romance

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CAST OF CHARACTERS MONNIE MILES—her mania for fast driving almost wrecked her romance, | LARRY COLLINS—newspaper reporter, | bunting the murderers of his brother. |

MIKE BENTLEY — wealthy rancher, knew too much about aute accidents,

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CHAPTER EIGHT

MONNIE WAS SILENT, wanting to believe Larry, but unable to| comprehend how he couid be sure that Hugh had not been drinkIng. Larry went on: “Hugh never drank, and he| wasn’t drunk that night, regardless | of what the coroner said he found.” | He was certain of that. “My uncle was a drunkard, and Dad never got | over it. When Hugh and I were youngsters, Dad explained that we might have a taste for liquor and he hated it so that both Hugh and I promised never to drink. We might have forgotten that promise made as boys, but Dad was killed the next day. Hugh would never have broken his word to Dad.” “If it weren't for this drinking angle, I'd think Hugh deliberately drove off the cliff to avoid running into you— But if he'd been drunk, he wouldn't have done that. Someone knows more about that whisky bottle in Hugh's car—and I'm going | to find out who it is, and where] that bottle came from.” “But—vou don't blame me for what I did,” Monnie ventured, ‘and | for not telling the whole truth at ——— the inquest.” > ; 1 HNC WE _, His arms were around her, pull- . 3 KILLED RYDER ing her close to him. She did not E : resist. “1 couldn't blame you for anything you've done, Monnie,” Larry reassured her. “You didn't kill Hugh. Either he killed himself, or — But vou had no part in it, I know that.” He bent to kiss her lips . . . jerked back abruptly, jumped to his feet, Surprised, half-angry, her eves demanded an explanation, “I've still got a job to do, finding out about Hugh,” he said shortly. “I've no right to even think about vou until that's finished. Please un-| derstand.” He turned, walked] quickly from the porch without waiting for her to answer, » » »

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house, but went on to the corral. The black whinnied as he ap- JUNK proached. The horse was his favorite 4 p » Hil now. Larry sat in the shadow of ) - | the saddle house, smoked half a dozen cigarets as he studied the story Monnie had told him, He hoped, although he would not admit it. that the girl might follow him. He was sure, however, that her pride would not let her. When he glanced toward the big house, the spot of white on the porch had disappeared. There was a light in Monnie's room. He wondered what had happened to Bentley. With characteristic abruvntness, Larry decided to take a look at Dead Man's Curve, It took only a couple of minutes to bridle and saddle the black. The black settled into a long canter as Larry left the ranch headquarters. An hour later, he sat on top the promontory overlooking the scene of Hugh's fatal accident. To the right a white ribbon of concrete stretched eastward toward Bentley's house. Mike's house, he knew, was about five miles away. Nearer, in the same direction, an airline beacon swung round and round, flashing a pencil of light against the sky. That beacon marked Bentley's landing field, available to transport planes in event of an emergency. Directly below the road dropped gharply downward from the rim of the canyon to the valley below. The curve, almost a right angle, was hidden from sight, but the road south, toward the Havhook turn, was clearly visible at the foot of the hill. Larry dismounted, led the black, sliding and snorting, down the steep hillside to the highway. He tied the horse to the fence a few hundred yards from the curve, walked down the pavement. » » »

AN HOUR LATER, Iarmy returned to his horse. He had found nothing of particular vaiue, but he had a clear picture of the scene of the accident. & The black was walking slowly:| picking his way along a cow trail. Suddenly Larry became conscious of a steady hum, overhead. He stopped, listened intently for geveral minutes. The plane was] coming closer. He scanned the sky for its lights. None were Visible. With sudden decision, Larry wheeled the black, kicked him into a run toward Bentley's airport. The plane was coming nearer. Still no sign of lights. Larry dropped into a draw that Jed down to Bentley's line fence. Shadows were deeper here, and the going rougher but there was less chance that someone in the plane might see him. He climbed out of the draw when he came to Bentley's fence. Lights blazed around the edges of Bentley's landing field, a mile away. Floodights made the runways bright as day. The plane’s motor cut off, as the pilot dexterously maneuvered the ship in for a landing. As the plane touched the ground, Larry caught sight of a car speeding across the field. It was beside the ship as the plane stopped. The lights went out. Larry waited. The roar of the airplane motor broke in on the stillness again. The field lights flashed on again. The ship raced across the field, took off easily. Larry followed it, as it circled around, passed almost directly overhead, and disappeared into the southwest. Bentley's

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landing field was dark again. There was no sign of life there, Larry kicked the black into a walk, turned his head toward home. ” » »

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thorities, even knew that narcotics were being smuggled in here. No one would suspect Bentley and even if they did, proving such a.charge was another matter. The trail to the ranch led down through the canvon where Larry had fixed the fence. Barnes had been right. Already the plains farmers had cut a road through io the railroad, and all the padlocks in the state couldn't keep them out. Rarnes had finally given in, left the ea unlocked, “=

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