Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 December 1941 — Page 27

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Secret Voyage

By JOSEPH 1. CHADWICK

YESTERDAY: Mary Larsen tells Jim Mallory all she wanted to know was where she could find Mr. James Mallory, awner of the Ajax Salvage Co. She knows Jim only as Spike, Jim asks Mary whe sent her on board, but she refuses te answer amd dives overboard heading toward shore. When Mary tires and goes under, Jim swims affer her and tows her fo sa ety. He learns she is going te Jeffery Hammond's estate. Hammond owns a steamship line, and ¥# was his ship, the Sonora, that Jim found after it sank and whose location he won't &ivulge. Jim tells Mary to come down fo the Ajax office the next day if she wants te see Mr. Mallory. He returns te the office to find an invitation from Jeffery Hammond to spend a week-end at the Indian Creek mansion—to talk business,

CHAPTER THREE Jim Mallory arrived at Jeffery Hammond's house at 8, as the note requested. Somehow, he had the] uneasy feeling of a man about to! step into a trap.

“It’s a little time-saver I invenfed—I can say no to four salesmen at the same time!”

He carried his bag up the wide stone steps, and rang the bell of the big white house. The door

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the Hammond butler said, “Good evening, Mr. Mallory.” The butler talked as Jim looked around. Mr. Hammond wished Mr. Mallory to accept his apologies. Something unforseen had happened; he had teen called to his office over in Miami. Mr. Mallory was to make himself at home, and Miss lois Hammond, Mr. Hammond's daughter, would entertain him during the evening. “Unfortunately,” the servant said, “Miss Hammond hasnt returmed home. No dinner is being served, sir, but I shall have something set out for you.” “I've already dined, thanks.” “Then I'll show you to your room, sir.” It was a far cry from the room Jim Mallory occupied in Curly Bates’ house off Collins Ave. It was a lot like the room he would have when the Ajax Salvage Co. got out of the red. i Jim got into evening clothes. He | filled his cigaret case, then left the] room and wandered downstairs. He] went out to the patio. | Sound came from an open door at the end of the house. Music,| laughter, and chattering voices. Jim | lighted a cigaret and drifted toward | the door. He paused, looking into] a rumpus room. About 10 young! people were there. One of them|

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self Mary Larsen. He wondered if] she were really Lois Hammond. | A dark-haired girl in a white eve-| ning dress appeared at the far end! of the room. She was strikingly good-looking. She laughingly called on the crowd for quiet.

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somebody stopped the phonograph.| turned away from there. all, almost as an afterthought. “Mr. LULL Tarkan ered ound_the| SURK, THE BUTLER, found hin oa2ioy, Js Larsen, my fawers] [py | dark-haired girl. Jim Mallory didn tin the Ii And . | Secretary. © —~ mean to listen, but this girl held| [ie SvIg Yoo i 8 Duk sad, “Miss Larsen and I have already bs his eyes and he stayed where hele would like Puy in he 57 met.” \ |H was, just outside the doorway. lth you Join her in “Yes” : [ I |the rumpus room. es,” Mary said, her voice an- 2 HH noyed, “I think we have.” cll Ty Jy

“The silliest thing has hap-| “Lead away, Burk,” Jim Mallory id Lois turned him away. She called

pened,” the girl said brightly.| Father went off and left me with| to to put on a dance

He nearly laughed out loud when

a guest to look after.” She wrin-| kied her nose distastefully. * man in the salvage business.! Imagine!” There was laughter. Jim Maliory smiled crookedly in the darkness, remembering the old gag about an eavesdropper hearing no good of himself. He saw a pudgy | young man with a drink in his] hand move to the side of the darkhaired girl who seemed to be Lois Hammond. “I had dealings with a salvage man once,” he said loudly. “Boy! was he a scream. Mary Larsen didn’t look at all amused. “Iet's have some fun with this fellow,” the man said. “Well get him to tell us about the salvage business, for a laugh. Don’t forget, everybody looks solemn and interested, for a gag. Have him join us, “Burk is bringing him down now, Tommy,” she told him. Then she looked over the heads of the others toward Mary Larsen. “Mary, be a darling and take this Mallory person off my hands for the evening. Father has a nerve, expecting me to entertain a man in the salvage business.” : Mary Larsen said, “I'll take him off your hands, Lois—of course. But Mr. Mallory is in marine salvage, and that is big business.”

Jim Mallory thought, “That's one’

he followed Burk into that room. Everyone had been watching the door expectantly, and it was funny how the talk stopped abruptly. The chubby young man gave a start, tumed red, then moved abruptly toward the portable bar. Lois Hammond’s eves grew wide with disbelief. Jim shot a look at Mary lLarsen, and she too looked surprised. But he knew Mary's surprise was caused by finding him, Spike the diver, to be James Mallory, and not because he didn’t look like the pudgy man's description of a salvage man. Burk said, “Mr. Mallory,

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record. When the music started her dark eyes asked Jim to dance. He thought, “Why not?” "She looked as though she'd be fun to dance with, fun to make a little love to. And it was nice holding her in his arms. “You're not my idea of a man in the salvage business,” she said. Her eyes said a Jot more. They kad a predatory look. “It’s a living,” he said, and over her head he saw Mary Larsen hiv bitter py hig an on her (To Be Continued)

(AH events, names and characters in this . story are fictitious)

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