Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 June 1942 — Page 15

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down. Without being so at all hej § : acted in a most disagreeable man- | AW = ner. He repeated the name, “Hun- | HE'S PLAYIN’

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With was shielding Junior at the dangerexpense of himself. Hunter re-| to the woods. He had said his kev wag the only one to the old chain-and-lock. That was not true. were two kevs and Junior had He reached the wrecked car. He could not go on ving too long about as big an exhibit as the automobile. When night came he must get in here and haul the car out.

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RED WAS GONE when Hunter] returned to the house. He asked! Warwick, “Where did Miss Bella | go?" 3 “To town, sir, I believe.” : A sudden question, which overgshadowed all the others popped into Hunter's mind. Red standing there ruminating, making what amounted alibi for her brother. She named all present at the party except herself “Warwick!” “Yes, sir, Mr. Dent?” “you saw all that were at the party last night. Was Miss Bella| there?” Yes, sir, she was.” | Then the police showed up and the open window. He could see the “I mean all through it. Did she by that time the bank messenger, | group. Hankins Temple, the Mecleave with the rest, or g9 AWAY |ag he later proved to be was lying | Dougal girls, Mrs. Ballard’s brother, alone or with her fiance?” i 3 p | Neal Frasier; the Ghibarto twins. Now vou raise the question, Mr. |! the midcle of the narrow street.| pag and her fiance were not presDent, T don't believe she was here |Shot. The bag was gone. The boy| ent. Frazier was leaning against the when the party abruptly broke” [friend escaped by running up thei mantel, finishing a cigaret. He

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Hunter decided. “One thing seems Red didn't know, couldn't vouch in her own mind. that Junior wasn't mixed in the stick-up, the killing. She suspects. She is afraid. She is beginning to be convinced that IT am mixed in it, deeper than any one believes.” Hunter got the paper and read the fairly meager details. A girl and her boy friend were on their way home from the neighborhood picture show not far from the river front about midnight. The couple heard cries, shouts, a string of oaths, and some pistol shots They darted into a dark doorwav. A young man with hat drawn low over his face walked and ran He had something under his arm. Later it proved to be the leather bag with the money. Another young man, in tails and gilk hat, came along. He had a gun. He was running pretty fast after the young man ahead. He shouted, “Hey, stick 'em up!” It all happened so fast the couple hardly knew just how the details came. Anyway, there seemed to be two more people. Men. They just appeared. From nowhere, it would seem. The shots

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came fast now. When the girl] The crowd was quiet. They en- | screamed her boy friend clapped his| tered the house without much talk | hands to her mouth, telling her to and no laughter at all. Red didn't|

keep it shut. They didn’t want to get mixed in what was goning on.

So the rest of the doings were |bery and shadows around the west! side of the mansion. He crept up to

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dark stairs and not coming to her| crushed it out in an ash tray. He rescue when the police nabbed her.|was a short but powerful man. A The name was Sarah Kiker, and bachelor hurrying into his late 30s. she worked part time at the muni-| He occupied the advantage of being

tions plant. That was the jumbled story of an eye-witness. was in jail. She declined to divulge the identity of her friend. Warwick came in and began arranging things. Hunter watched with surprise. “Something doing tonight?” “The young, sir, are planning a meeting. Not a party, but just a get-together, as Miss Bella said.”

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HUNTER WENT down te the barn. The time was almost dusk. He had to get Junior's car out, but what he would do with it afterward he could hardly think. He could put it temporarily here in the barn. He got out the heavy truck, some chains, and made ready for the wrecking job. He ate supper. By the time he was ready to attack the job in the woods cars bearing the guests were arriving. Hunter went out and stood in the shadows.

seem to be about. Hunter went through the shrub-

Sarah Kiker now|

| the oldest member of this rather {cultish group. “I'll wager you the real culprit is not far from where we are,” he said. “All of you read the Kiker girl's story in the paper. Without going into details at this moment, but speaking from some inside dope, which in turn is made up of many { small things, I'm willing to lay odds lon the killer's being right here. I { mean on this place.” There was a hush. He finished. | “I'm speaking of Hunter Dent, the | manager here.” i (To be continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious

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