Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 October 1940 — Page 19

TUESDAY, OCT. 8, 1940

SERIAL STORY—

New York Jungle

By Wray Wade Severn

CHAPTER ONE INTENT UPON reaching Adam Langdon's country home before the storm - broke, Sidney Braitwood urged his car upgrade, through a framing of low hills russet and gold now in the resurgent splendor of! early autumn. Braidwood was

aware that the charming young Hi

actress beside him had turned to:

open the window, as,if her emotions |{§

stifled her and she needed more air. Marta Hempfield and Adam] Langdon had been his friends’ for

years. He believed the bond unit- | | ing them to be the rare one of real !f

love. But now a rift had come be-! tween Marta and Adam. How deep, ! or what the cause, the lawyer could only guess. | Marta was a poem in her way.

Tall, brunet, with warm hazel eyes| [8

- and vivid coloring, she possessed a woman's greatest gift, ineffable] grace of movement.

Broadway had acclaimed her for, :

five grateful years. | “Something has gone wrong with! Adam Sidney,” Marta said. “Always, when he's returning | from an African hunt, he cables me as soon as he gets into civilization, end from then on I hear every day until his ship docks in New| York. This time I had a solitary! cable from Capetown saying he’ intended sailing on the Baron Graham. When the Baron arrived, II was playing a matinee, but Adam | would know why I hadn’t met him.” Should he tell her that Adam had not sailed on the Baron Graham? Sidney weighed it, pro and con. Adam’s tall, blond engineer cousin, Hugh Langdon, had received a cable, too. Hugh had met the Baron Graham only to learn that Adam had not even booked passage on the ship. Sidney and Hugh had discussed all sorts of reasons for Langdon’s non-appearance. They had even mentioned kidnaping ,and murder. Then Langdon's valet had telephoned them that his employer had returned and wanted them for a week-end to see his new specimens. “Do you imagine Adam is angry because of Boris Lesencoff again, Marta?” he asked. “Boris is at the Wilkensons' this week. If he knows you are at Langdon Knoll he will be over—unless we head him off.” “As a man, Boris has never meant anything to me. Adam should know that by this time,” Marta replied. “But, of course, as a director Lesencoff is priceless.” “1f the storm holds off welll have Adam's own explanation inj less than 20 minutes,” Sidney cammented cheerfully. “When he invited you up for the week-end, why didn’t you ask what was wrong?” “If you mean why didn’t I ask when he telephoned the invitation— Togi did the telephoning for him.” > 2 » n

“ARE YOU sure he didn’t call] himself while you were out? Maids have forgotten messages before this,” Sidney puzzled. Marta swallowed nervously. “Not | Statia, under the circumstances,” | she said. I'd never have accepted | the invitation, if a sixth sense hadn't told me to. Before Adam left for this hunt I asked him to give it} up. He has had too many closeups with death in the jungle. “It worried me. On the last hunt, in India, a tiger mangled his arm. If Hugh hadn't been along with his cool nerve and instant aim, it would | have been 3ll over. You must have heard the story?” “1 realize that,” Marta sighed. “7t has even occurred to me that Adam might have been disfigured in another accident and that he dreads meeting us but knows he must.” ; “Hardly that,” Sidney argued. “Adam is not the man to shock his friends without preparation.” Apparently reassured, she did not pursue the idea, and they drove on in silence. ; Why has Marta never married Adam Langdon? Sidney asked himself the question for the hundredth time. It would have been an ideal match and he knew that Langdon had always wanted it. Marta had always refused, yet she had held Acam’s friendship to the exclusion of other women. Probably she thought a closer tie would injure her profession. Hardly had they drawn up under the porte-cochere of the rambling old stone house Langdon’s grandfather had built as a retreat for an all but insane wife, when the storm broke in full fury. It seemed to Sidney that they waited for a long time for admittance. He had time to observe that the garden had been neglected and that dead leaves covered the veranda. Finally thy heard the patter of soft feet and Togi, the Japanese valet, admitted them. The man appeared nervous. “you have bad trip in storm?” he smirked. ‘“Come ‘upstairs to rooms, please. Change clothes or catch cold. I bring cocktails.” “Tell Mr. Langdon we are here, Togi,” Marta directed. “We'll find our own way to our rooms.”

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THE VALET'S smile became strained. “Mr. Langdon not yet return from drive, Miss Hempfield. “Storm delay, I think. I bling cocktails.” A new anxiety leaped into Marta’s eyes and she turned toward the room she had always occupied on former visits, a large suite over the drawing room. “Scuse, please, Miss Hempfield,” Togi stammered. “Mr. Langdon say he like you have. nice, large room on third floor. I show.” Imperiously Marta turned. “I prefer this room,” she said. “Tell Mr. Langdon we are here, as soon as he comes in.” «yes, Miss Hempfield, I tell.” ogi's slits of eyes turned appealgly to Sidney. Before the lawyer could make a suggestion, Marta had flung open the door of her old room. It was a beautiful room. It had been furnished especially to flatter her tall beauty, but now a pair of small mules that could never have fitted her lay on one of the chairs. On the dressing table was a gold-backed toilet set with .a monogram that was not hers. : For an instant Sidney thought she might faint. Whenever afterwards he caught the fragrance that had permeated that room, he was to see her face as it looked then, lips shriveled under their

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