Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 August 1941 — Page 14

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ABBIE AN' SLATS

—B8y Raeburn Van Buren

WE'RE ALL TOGETHER AGAIN--WE'VE PASSED THROUGH THE DARK RE VALLEYS INTO THE SUNSHINE---

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Times Serial

Murder In

Convoy

By A. W. O'BRIEN

YESTERDAY tigation, composed of Col. Stephenson, |! Capt. Murdoch and Lieut. Miley, witnesses tell what ther know of Tees’ | death. The sentry explains he left his post for a time because he became sea- | sick, 2nd when he came back, he | stumbled over the body of Tees. Rolling | ic questioned and admits he saw Tees at | about 11:30 and that he was out on the | deck. Seeking fo protect Joan, he lies and savs he was alone.

CHAPTER SIX MIRACULOUSLY, the February wind died around mid-day, and by! 3 o'clock, summer sunshine bathed | the convoy, now sailing the kindly Gulf stream Tike statues the officers and men aboard “T 9” stood in formation around the flag-draped coffin conaining the murdered body of Captain Tees. Only the gentle murmur of the ocean, g along| the sides of the could be] heard Through

1; iiner,

of the Reveille |

f the sounding lonely last Post and came the heavy splash of the] weighted coffin hitting the sea. “Oh God, ch God!” sobbed Rol-| thr h tightened lips. A squeezing it

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several

into her very soul

hands on the rail and pressed it] until she felt like screaming. i He talked as he had never talked before of Syds grand widowed | mother and young sister and his fiancee Those carefree days at McGill Of gay ends In plans for don, blitz

episodes on skiing week- | the Laurentians. Their] that first leave in Lon- | or no blitz i = = 5 i AS IS THE WAY with the Atlantic in February. the weather had made another lightning change in| early evening. Cold blasts slipped | in with the Florida-like zephyrs| and overcoats appeared once more. | Within an hour 2 sleet-like snow | was lashing the decks and labored | groans were coming from the| ocean grevhound's beams. The roll} in zigzagging time became so in-| tense that the bridge tournamentj was or the night. | > i Greg was just as glad. He | wanted to lie back and think, think ; think . . . somewhere in the crazy| pattern must be a clew that would | lead to a solution. The murderer] or murderers must be still on the] boat. A knock on the door inter-| rupted him. It was Harry Miley. He apologized for bursting in but! wanted to ask a few questions about | Tees’ background in the hope some lead would be found. The Old Man, he added, confi-| dentially, seemed sold on the opinion | that some soldier had committed the crime, due to the nature of the wound There might have been some man with a gambling or personal jealousy motive or , , . i “Nothing doing there, Harry”! Rollins rasped. “Tees lived a clean life and only gambled occasionally for 2 tenth of a cent in bridge. Now supposing you ask me what you really came to ask me.” Harry looked at Rollins sharply. “Okay, Greg, if you don’t mind me repeating myself, . . . You were alone, weren't you, up there on deck when Tees found you? Or, were you trying to cover up somebody at the inquiry this morning?” Rollins swung his feet out of the bunk. “What are you digging for? Why should I want to cover up anybody? Maybe you have some idea of whom I'm covering up—if I am.> “Hold your horses!” Miley cut in. “You needn't be so touchy. I've got an investigation job shoved on me which vou should want to assist. “My purpose in asking that question is simply that the sentry on duty saw an officer standing in the shadow of the lifeboat near the murder scene around midnight. “I thought you might have seen one of the boys out there when passing with Tees and didn't want to put him on an awkward spot by admitting vou left him there” Rollins was relieved but managed

At the Court of Imves- |

Iswaying bunk.

letition of the query about his hav- but fought it back. He must keep

to hide it. They chatted on friendly

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“One is good looking but has no money, the other is homely and has oodles of dough—what makes me love the homely one best?”

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| terms for a while before Miley rose ous and black—all except for the to leave. | water being cut by the ship itself. At the cabin door he paused and Little flashes of light came from the asked casually: “By the way, Greg, |Whitecaps. That would be phoswho is the swell nurse you're inter- | phorus. 1 hee | AFTERWARDS, HE often won S { ! : he managed to show a erin vy dered what made him look up since

4 2 A » ~|it forced him to twist his head in Suppose youd like to know, huh? Py very awkward position, especially | £E & § | with the ship tossing about. LONG AFTER MILEY left, Greg But there wasn’t a doubt in the sat motionless on the side of the world about it—somebody was flash-| Why the crack ing a small light towards the sea! about the nurse following the rep-| Rollins felt a surge of excitement ing been alone on deck? accidental or based upon some| The light was being flashed from knowledge? “A” deck, and he could make out a

i ; {human form bending over it. ae SU ene aus thought | Suddenly the light was turned off struck him. That knowledge could and the form turned from the have been obtained only from the] ling man at the rail. Or—he paced the| 3 co | Wildly he banged the porthole Sm oe Hah beve been | shut, switched on the cabin light > Lk and began throwing on his overcoat He shook his head. No, that gver his pajamas. Jamming his feet wouldnt do. If it had been Miley, | into his slippers he swore as one he wouldn't be trying to focus|refused to receive his foot. He bent

Was it his head.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

With Major Hoople

HEY! WHO WIPED fF OUT ALL OUR AZ GRUB? THE FEED BOX 16 AS CLEAN Z\_AS A BABYS 72 THUMB!

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HEARS NOW WILL CURL HIS HAIR =

PesT! MACK! ws DON'T LOOK NOW, BUT WATCH THAT TRAPDOOR IN. THE CORNER./waT JUST FOUND THIS HAT ON \ THE TABLE ww THE 777 MAJOR WORE |T 7 WHEN HE CANNON -

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cave!

T GET ITwwAS PLAIN AS A WHIFF OF GARLIC ON A STREET CAR! HE'S | HIDING OUT TO ¢ HEAR WHAT WE THINK OF Him /

ww LET'S BURN HIS EARS /

OUT OUR, WAY

SATURDAY, AUG. 2, 1941

By Williams

SAY ...LISTEN/! I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD GO CAMPING OUT A MONTH =~ A WHOLE MONTH == WHY ~~

A MONTHZ WHO SAID A MONTH? WHERE DID YOU GIT THAT IDEA © IT SAID JUST FER TODAY ~-VERY PLAINLY I SAID IT +... GOSH, WHERE'D YOU GIT THAT MONTH IDEAR?Z

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—By Al Capp

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CIVIC PRIDE WEEK

HELP BEAUTIFY

CAN I GET TO THE CORNER OF HOGFISH AVENUE AND BEETLE

OH, OFFICER -- HOW

STREET?

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—By Fred Harman

{ PARK YOUR GUNS CN A CEG. ELMS

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GAMBLE WHEN THERE'S MORE THAN MONEY AT STAKE, SLIM /

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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HERE'S THE Answer! SOMEBODY BANGED INTO SOMETHIN’ AND BENT. THE { WOULD

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—By Crane

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EVER TRY TO SPRINKLE A LAWN WITH A KINK IN THE HOSE 2 IT8 THE SAME THING /

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attention on the fact with Rollins down to tug the slipper and paused, ||

who might have seen him. 'bent over, every faculty alert. It was an old failing, thought, From somewhere on the deck] Greg, born of the habit of deliber- above him had come the unmistak-| ately suspecting “the least likely” able crack of a rifie. . . . Even above character in fiction mystery thrill-| the noises of the ship and the storm €rs. ithe sound was distinctive to one Sleep came fitfully. The cabin|/who had spent long hours on rifie was terribly stuffy. Greg opened ranges. . . . Yes, there was another weary eyes and looked at the shot! porthole. | Rollins ran for the door, pulling He stood on his bunk and un-| the service revolver from his pocket screwed the heavy clamps. las he did so. But with his hand

TH’ BATTLES OVER, CAP'N, BUT WERE IN MIGHTY BAD SHAPE... 1 GOT TH BOYS HARD

AT TH’ PUMPS

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The cold gust of wind and on the door knob an ungodly din spray fairly took his breath. but it shattered the night. . . . It was the

was grand. He inhaled deeply; then | emergency gong in the passageway | ji

prompted by some impulse stuck his madly clanging a lifeboat alarm! head out of the porthole. | (Te Be Continued) He couldn't see very far into the] i night. The waves were mountain. (Al events,

names and characters in this tory are Reuthours .

PUMPS, EHZ THEY'LL KEEP US FROM SINKIN'?

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THAT CAR, ARENT

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By H. T. Hamlin

WiLL KEEP LS AFLOAT , THEN IT'S PRETTY | SHOW ME THAT: GADGET!

HAVE YOU - NOTICED, DOC, WE SEEM TO BE HOLDING OUR OWN?

-— -2 COPR, 1941 BY NEA SERVICE INC. TM. R

VES, OOOLA, YOU'VE GOT TO | HAND IT JO ALLEY... HE GETS US INTO SOME CRAZY JAMS, BUT NOBODY COULD WORK HARDER A TO GET US CUT OF