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SATURDAY, JUNE 18, 1942

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"BATHLESS", THE

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

AN INTERESTING FAMILY = IT 16 RARE THAT ONE FINDS OPPORTUN

Serial Story— Sporting Blood

By Harry Harrison Kroll

CHAPTER THREE

SOMETHING happened to Hun-|

ter Dent in that kiss. He held the 8 Red Ballard close to : mouth on hers, felt its softness, a tenderness, that i He murto be such a at, Red. So trusting,

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t everything.” he good old days!” She tle way out of his arms. i to jounce me on your u'd make my sorrel curls vou remember the time rou throw me 1 that you wouldn't do hurled you, curls, long ting body and everything,

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It sho She sighed. profited by it.” Her voice was practical. the clew. clew Hunter took on a vague air, for he was trying to think his way through a sudden problem. “Ah, yes — the clue. H-mmmm. What ur question?” “ou know very well that I asked y brother Junior Ballard last night! Was he or

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inior Ballard have wanted ter to know? er for the moment to protect for Hunter could not guess possible complications the presence of $17.000 of funds from First National bank would bring about; he perhaps would be protecting the girl as much as ing Ballard by much. There was a way out. “Why, Junior this moment is in his

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room.” She seemed surprised. room! Wasn't he—" “I suppose after the party a big night he came home and crawled into bed. Fact is I saw him go to his room and go to bed.” Suddenly she started away. Hunter followed half across the lawn. He hardly knew why he felt this way—not wanting her to go to find Junior. Just then there was a blast of a motor horn out in front.

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the east wing of the big house, |

where young Ballard's room was located, Red, recognizing the horn, ran lightly by a footpath around. =” = = THE YOUNG MAN at the wheel was Oliver Tisdale. He was bareheaded. He seemed disheveled.

Something in his manner suggested |

great anxiety, and Hunter thought he detected a worried note in his voice when he called to Red. The girl ran up to him. Hunter went quickly into the house. He met Warwick, the butler, in the corridor. “The young master is in his room, isn't he, Warwick?” “Why, ves, sir, Mr. Dent.

“Do you know what time he got!

in last night—this morning?” He watched the man closely, for if no one had seen Hunter carry Junior in. the situation would be simple. “W-well, the young master usually is quite early in getting in. It must have been about 2:30 when I heard him enter. I didn't see him come in, but I was awake, sir. and noted the time.” “The party broke up a little earlier than usual, didn’t it, Warwick?” “Yes, sir, Mr. Dent, it did.” “About what time—did you notice that?” “Midnight, sir.” “It was quite a party?” “Yes, sir, it was.” “Who were here?” “Why, sir, I think I could name most of the guests. There were the twins—" “The Ghibartos?” “Yes sir. And Mr. Tisdale. “Naturally.” “And Mr. Hankins Temple, sir; and the Misses Etta and Jane Mec- , Dougal; Bill McKeever, and Mrs.

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SARDINES GET THEIR. NAME FROM THE MEDITERRANEAN ISLANDS OF SARDINIA,

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—By William Ferguson

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ANSWER—One characterized by rioting and fighting.

Hunter tolled them over in his mind. The Ghibarto twins were

{sleek, handsome fellows, with the mystery of strangers; they were the sons of one of the master contractors at what was known in Middleton as the “Shell Plant.” {This was a huge ordnance manufactory built by the government lin its defense program about 40 miles south of Middleton. Hunter checked the rumor of scandal in the erection of the plant, and the gossip that the elder Ghibarto might be involved. He went no further than that in his thinking now. Hankins Temple was the son of Leland Temple, president of the First National bank. He was a charming young fellow, whom Hunter really respected and liked. The McDougal girls were pretty young singers, who plugged the Ballard Bitters over the local radio station. Their father, “Bugs” McDougal, was a stockholder in the medicine company. Bill McKeever was a noted football star, Neal Frazier was the lazy, good looking brother of Strickland Ballard’s youthful second wife. A kind of hanger-on of a wealthy kinsman’s house. And, of course, young Tisdale, now talking to Red out front. = - ” All of them were

thought. unusual

A SPORTING collection, Hunter | and individualistic. He could sayin

{But he was personable, well edulcated, an expert in his line, and an lindividual. These qualities would have given him entree on an equality with the rest. He had declined to use his advantage maybe out of jealousy. He didn’t know. “1'd better go and see how Junior is,” Hunter said. “Yes, sir, Mr. said. The butler followed Hunter into Junior's room. Junior was lying in just about the same position Hunter had left him. But three was some change Hunter did not immediately understand. He moved closer, and suddenly drew back. He turned to look at Warwick. The butler’s voice was hoarse with fear when he said, “What is it, sir? Is he—" Hunter bent over Junior. He gently rolled the boy over. The face was as colorless as the bedsheet. The blood stains that Hunter had thought were from the scratch on Junior's arm seemed bigger. “What is it, Mr. Dent?” Hunter Dent straightened. He nodded to Warwick. “You'd better call a doctor quick. You'd better télephone Mr. Ballard too. He and Mrs. Ballard are in town at their home. Junior has been |shot, and I think he is dead.” As Warwick hurried out Hunter ‘bent to listen to Junior's heart, to dead or

Dent,” Warwick

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