The Syracuse Journal, Volume 26, Number 49, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 29 March 1934 — Page 3

THURSDAY, MARCH 29, 1934

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CHAPTER IX i Rylie I Callis Shipley’s visit to Cardigan had • been the result of an earlier interview with Rylle Carmody. Rylle had driven her home. In the entry, they paused . to watch a very plain, self-effacinK | man clamber from his taxicab several doors away. But he did not enter the house tn front of which he had stopped. Instead he ftimbled with and lighted a cigar, until the cab had driven from yiew. Then, apparently I with no destination In view, he saun- j tered slowly up the street. Callis, peering fmm behind the curw ■ IW'if 1 i I Ho Kissed Her on the Lipa tains, made no attempt to conceal her annoyance. "Is It the same man who fallowed you this morning?” "What difference does -tt make, dear?” Rylle pulled her away from the window. "If Sergeant Kllday wants to have me shadowed, there's nothing I can do about It We both know I'm innocent. Innocent people have noth Ing to fear from the police, Tallis. I suppose they have to watch everybody connected with the case until It Is solved." “They aren’t following me.” the girl reminded him gravely. “They aren’t following your father. There are a great many people connected with the case that aren’t being followed. Ry lie. “How about Web? He was only trying to help me keep you out of this. I’m sure he Isn’t a murderer. He can't be! But Just the same, they have him In Jail. Oh. It worries me. Rylle. I can’t help It." He kissed her on the lips and held her to him. "It’s" almost worth It to know that you care so much, darling,” he muttered. Callis pressed her sweetheart to her fiercely.’ Her face was white. "It was really my fault that they suspect you." she said. ”I—l was afraid, at first, that you had done It, Rylle. It terrified me. That’s why I Ued to the police—at first That’s why they suspect you." _ 'She refused to meet bls gase as be relinquished his hold upon her. “After I knew how determined you were to stop the wedding, and then discovered you were not In the church, I didn’t know what to think. When Web Spears told me you weren't there. I made some kind of excuse and ran around to the sacristy tn search of you. Nick Royce was there. Jim Franklin was In Doctor Abernathy’s study. When Nick saw how troubled I was. he knocked on the door and asked If you were there. I can’t tell you how relieved I felt when I learned you weren’t" She made a tremulous effort at a smile and evaded his arms. "1 must tell you the whole thing. When Jim never appeared at the al tar. I was terribly frightened. I could think only of you. You see, Rylle, you ' had been so determined to keep him from marrying Doris. The last thing you said to me was. There!) never be * * wedding today, honey. I’m going to have a show-down with Jim Franklin.* That kept ringing In my ears, there In the church, when he didn’t come. I didn’t like him. either, hut I was praying for him to come, praying harder than I ever had In my life, because I was afraid If he didn’t, tt meant that something terrible had happened, and that you were responsible.” “Don’t worry, dear. Everything turned out for the best" With awkwardly gentle hands Rylle stroked the gold of her hair. “Foe the best? With Jim Franklin murdered. Web arrested for the crime and detectives shadowing you I* “I only meant that the wedding hid been stopped, even if I didn’t do it. And they can’t pin it on me. I’m Innocent" He shrugged. "Oh. Callis. Don’t look at me like that You can’t expect me to pretend any sorrow for Jim Franklin’s death. I hated the man. The world is better off without him. Better off, I tell you.” Ills voice had grown suddenly harsh. “Do you realise what a h-1 Doris’ lift would hsve been, married to him? With a chorus-girl mistress that half of New Tort knew about? Have you a ~i t ff'V mJ -S

I “I’m not sorry for Franklin. I’m glad! ! Glad that it happened! Glad that my sister was saved fmm him, no matter i how It happened! I’ll be glad If the ' murderer gets away. I hope they never find him." He sank Into a chair and clasped his white face In both I hands. j The girl was on her knees beside him. her soft arms clasping his knees. “You mustn't. Rylie. you mustn’t." she whispered. “No matter how you feel, you must never talk like that again. What If some one else were tn hear I you? Oh.'when I think that It's my f fault that they suspect you—” Tenderly he took the girl In his arms. “It’s no one’s fault, and I’m in nn danger, really.' honey. You must reme'mber that. Keep repeating it tn yourself. There isn’t any danger. There Isn’t. There can’t be. because Rylle didn’t do it." “It's like a terrible shadow, that is slowly coming between us" the girl whispered. "Nothing can ever come between us. | dearest,” murmured Rylie. ‘ “Doris probably thought that. too,. I Just before the wedding, and see what has happened tn her.” Callis shivered. s j “I wish we could figure out some ! way of running away from It all. I • never want to see another detective again. Os course, that’s foolish. We I can’t do It, but—" “We can do It!” Interrupted Rylie I eagerly. “Let’s. Listen. Bill and Flo , are at Martin’s Cove. Why couldn’t we drive up there this evening? If we leave here at eight, we can get there > by midnight." I “And have detectives and reporters ! hiding behind the hed'*e every time . ne gw for a swim?” Her voice was i Ironic, v “It Isn’t so easy a that. Rylle. And think-of Web. I wouldn’t fee) right about running away with him under arrest. We must stay here and see things through. Whatever he has done, has been done to help you, Rylle. I feel sure of that." The b >y turned away, his grown grave. "I’m not so sure.” he said. “I’ve talked to Dad. lie Isn’t admitting It to the police, but he Is sure it was Web who telephoned him‘'about that •rtrem. Web was fry Ing mighty hard to stop that wedding.” “Yon think--" ”1 don’t want to think!" When he turned to face her Rylle’s tortured ex pression revealed his inner agony. “Weh and I have been like brothers, lie loved Doris. If he killed Jim Franklin, he did nn more than I might have done, had I been given the opportunity.” “Oh. Ryllel He couldn't have done It! Not Web!" And when he made no answer, she added. "All the more reason we should stand by him, then. We can’t desert him now." “It Isn't deserting him,” retorted the boy sharply. “Father will see to his defense. Everything that friends and ~ money can do. will be done for him. We’ll al) stand by him. Rut remaining here won’t help him. Why, he’d be the first to advise us to go. If he knew." “They'd follow us _ wherever we went.” the girl objected. “it’s easier than you think, honey.” He glanced at his watch. “Three-forty-five. Chi! Flo and tell her we’re coming, in the meantime 1 promise to lose my shadow. Once out of town, they'll never find us." | Callis walked to the window and watched the loitering detective across the street. Apparently the man was engrossed In the newspaper he was j reading. Rylie peered over her shoulder. The tax! waited, conveniently, half a block up the street. He had grown familiar with the man’s methods. When Rylle appeared at the door, the taxicab got slowly under way. so as to be nearly abreast of the waiting detective by the time the young man could reach his ’ car. The detective Invariably continued his perusal of the newspaper, apparently taking no notice of the prot reedings Once he was to hls car. however. Rylle always noticed the sleuth was close at hls heels. This procedure had never varied. The young man rumpled bls hair thoughtfully. “I know how to get rid of him." he began. su*veylfig the stub- * by hood of the taxicab critically. “1 could run away from that car to second. once we got out of the city. Suppose 1 take him out into the country and lose him. If they question me about It later. I only need to say I didn't even know, I was being followed." “They might watch here and phlMjb your trail when you come "1 wouldn’t need to come back." Rylle’s confidence was rising now. He smiled boyishly. “They aren't following you. As soon as I leave, call up Flo and tell her we're coming. Then catch the first train for Westport. In ; the meantime. I'U lose the detective and meet you there at seven o’clock. ’ Give me plenty of time, because I’ll be ( miles from there when I give that fel- ’ . low the shake. I won’t take any ‘ chancea of hla finding us again, aftei • t I meet you.“ ! | Calite wanted to go. After the worrj i of the past two days, the laxy peam of Martin's Cove was more than evei i Inviting. And if Rylle were therei footsteps, Rhe glanced agai'iT at tin

waiting sleuth across the street What if he had overheard Rylle’s bitter remarks concerning Jim Franklin a few minutes ago? Coupled with the suspicion with which he was already regarded. that might have been enough to cause hls arrest It might be bettor if they did go away for a few days. “All right,” she decided at length. *Tll do ft But first I must see Mr. Cardigan. Perhaps he can help Web." “Cardigan? What are you thinking of. Callis? He’s that detective fellow." “He isn’t a detective. Rylle. At least, not a police detective. He’s the man who writes those detective stories. Don’t you remember how full the newspapers were of hls exploits last summer when he solved the murder of Lila Vale after the police failed? If Web Is Innocent, he could help us by finding the real murderer.” "Yes. and if Web is guilty, he’d probably help send him to the electric chair," added Rylle grimly. “Don't go to him, Callis. I’m afraid It would only make things worse." But In the end. the girl had her way. She made It a stipulation {hat she would visit Peter Cardigan to an effort to enlist his sympathies on their side before she would agree to drive to Martin's Cove. The only change this required in Rylie’s original plan was a later meeting at Westport. It was agreed that Callis should meet him there at nine o’ch>ck. Rylie lost no time to putting hls part of the plan Into execution. With the detective’s taxicab following, he headed, by the shortest route, for the country. He felt confident of success. He halted at a gas station and filled bis tank. The taxicab stopped at the drug store across the street He already knew what he would do. An open road, with the accelerator pressed to the floor. Wind Binging in hls ears,' and the taxicab dropped farther and farther behind, until it was lost from view. Then a side-road, and a second one, twisting and curving until there was no possibility of finding his trail. Callis had several hours until she was" to meet Rylie at Westport She telephoned Flo and packed her bag herself, striving all the while to keep her thoughts away from Rylie. She couldn't What if something went wrong? What If the very fact that he had given tbeir detective the slip intensified the suspicions that were already directed at him? Now that he was gone, the plan seemed very foolish to her and she regretted the decision she had made. But It was too late now. Rylie was already gone. There would be no way to get in touch with him until she reached Westport. She was tempted to phone Flo again and tell her they had changed their plans. If they returned home this evening perhaps nothing would be thought of the incident of the afternoon. She was still undecided when she reached Cardigan’s apartment. If he would only help, surely there was gome way to prove Web’s Innocence. Web couldn’t be a murderer! It was unthinkable! She clung to that thought throughout her brief Interview with the novelist. It steeled her to meet the evident.suspicion with which he greeted her visit. There was a time when she thought he believed her. when she was tempted to hope that he might offer his help; But the moment vanished, and when she left. It was with the hopeless conviction that she could do nothing more. Peter Cardigan was definitely on the other side. It seemed tn her that it took far longer than the scheduled hour for the train to reach Westport. Time dragged Interminably. Yet It was only a quarter of nine when she arrived. She had half hoped that Rylle would be there ahead of her. waiting, hut he wasn’t But It wouldn’t be long. He was always very punctual. She waited on the platform, her restless eyes seeking out the lights of each passing motor car, as she heard Its approach. The minutes ticked slowly past and still he did not come. Nine-fifteen —nine-thirty—the hands of her watch seemed almost to have stopped, and still Rylle was missing. In her anxiety, she conjured up fearful pictures of what might have pened to him. A wreck I Rylle, lying under a twisted mass of metal, his white face drawn with pain. Or arrested? Facing the grilling examination of Sergeant Kilday. Perhaps they had discovered he was trying to run away. She walked restlessly up and down the dimly lighted platform, striving vainly to thrust aside the turmoil of her thoughts. Back and forth, she trudged the platform. It seemed that her steps were as slow as the dragging time. Where was Rylie? What had happened to him? Why didn’t he come? CHAPTER X — K A Fresh Trail The memory of Callis Shipley’s agonized expression when be refused his assistance tortured Peter after she had departed. Perhaps If she had k made that appeal to him at first before be had detected her to two efforts to deceive him. be might have enlisted to her cause. Not now. The very I admiration which had almost betrayed him Into a blind belief to her had also [ made him wary. He felt that possibly she was acting a role; that this might in some manner, fit into the chain of * tear other deceptions in a subtly cnl- , rotated effort to make him serve her . own interests, whatever they might be. Grudgingly, he admitted to himself that hls instinct had been to offer her his assistsnee He almost wished L be had called her back and made such , a promise. Her argument as to Rylle’s innocence tend appealed to his sense of reason. Her defense of Spears had ‘ coincided, in a measure, with hls doubt that the latter eould have grasped the knife that ended Franklin’s life from , its position high on the wall of the rector’s study. ' His reverie was Interrupted by the sharp Jangle of the telephone. It was r Sergeant Kllday calling. “Grab a taxi and come on over here," r he urged. *Tm at Franklin’s aparty -Has anything happened?" • “Some ooe has broken Into the <r apartment. But come on over, 1 tell Is H was a* Kllday had said. During • ■ ■■ • -

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absent on some errands. He had been gone about two hours. When he returned, he had found the apartment topsyturvy, the rugs thrown back, the drawers pulled out, the closets ransacked. He had, of course. Immediately notified the police. “Have you discovered what is missing?" Kilday was asking when Peter arrived. “Everything Is so torn up, I don’t know," the servant replied dubiously. “I can’t think what the burglars were after. There was no money In the house. What little jewelry Mr. Franklin had, shirt studs, a watch and one ring, was not taken. There was no silver of any consequence. Mr. Franklin seldom took his meals here.” A cursory examination could reveal nothing missing. It was apparent that the burglar, whoever it may have been, had searched every corner of the apartment thoroughly. Whatever he had sought had been well concealed, if it were here at aIL This was evidenced by the confusion evident in every room. “Now what." asked Kilday, “was he after? It wasn’t money. If tt bad been an ordinary prowler he would have taken that Jewelry. There Isn’t much of It. but It’s of considerable value. And If It wasn't money, what was It and how does this fit in with the murder?” He surveyed the wreckage grimly. His first effort, after his arrival, had been to find finger-prints, and although an assistant had made a thorough search, only one set had been found. These had quickly been identified as having been made by Fletcher. The rooms had been dusted thoroughly that morning and, with the exception .of the unknown visitor who had left no marks, there had been no one but Fletcher In the apartment since. “One thing is certain.” declared Peter. “It couldn’t have been Webster Spears. He was already under arrest." “It wasn't Rylle Carmody either.” the detective added dubiously. “If he had tried anything like this, we’d have had a report from the man who’s shadowing him. That leaves the Shipley girl. If this had any connection with the murder, it was she who searched this apartment. But why? What was she after?” Peter turned to the servant with quickened interest “What time was tt when you left the apartment, Fletcher?" “I can’t tell you exactly, sir. Probably about four-thirty.” “And when did you return?” 5 “It was a quarter to seven. I had dinner while I was out There was nothing to the house.” Could it have been Callis Shipley, Peter wondered? Certainly tt had been fully five-thirty when she left his apartment, probably later. He tried In vain to think of some circumstance which would help him estimate the hour of her visit. Aside from the fact that he remembered burning on the reading lamp when she arrived, there was no way he could accurately check the time. Hls library windows opened toward the east, on a narrow canyon of street bordered by high apartment buildings, where dusk crept In early. For Kilday’s benefit he related the circumstances of that visit. “I don’t think it could have been the girl." he concluded. “This search took time. She was with me at least part of the time Fletcher was away." The detective chewed reflectively upon hls frayed cigar. “Perhaps this ” didn’t have anything to do with the murder, after all,” he ventured at length. “We know It couldn’t have been either Spears or young Carmody. Who else, besides this girl. Is trying to help the criminalr “It wasn’t an ordinary robbery." Peter insisted. ‘The place has been ransacked too thoroughly for that It’s bound to have some connection with the crime. In my opinion. It’s up to us to find that connection. “Suppose we are on the wrong track' after all? We roust be, If the only persons who will fit Into our present theory are accounted for at the time this was searched ” Kilday snorted. “I think that girl has warped your judgment, Peter. I’ll j stand by my case." “No, wait." Peter cautioned. “We can’t afford to overlook a single bet. Perhaps we know what the murderer was looking for here? Didn’t we come here ourselves, in search of some clue that would identify the mysterious ‘ woman in blue for us? Didn’t you at- ' tempt to identify those keys In the I hope that, sooner or later, one of them might help to the identification of that i woman? Bullis told us she was to low with Franklin. He overheard j her conversation with Franklin Just before the murder. “What’s to prevent the murderer ’ from having the same hunch that we had? If It was that woman, say. and ' she knew Franklin possessed letters, er pictures which might Identify her, ; wouldn't it be reasonable to expect her to make some attempt to get them? Os course tt would. If that evidence extata, its destruction removes our last ■ hope of solving the mystery of Frank- . Ito's death." “Oh, yeah?” Kilday’s smile was derisive. “I thought you were convinced that a woman couldn’t have delivered that blowr •‘l‘rn coming to that,” Peter hurried on Impatiently- “Suppose, as we be-

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Ueve, that crime was committed by a man. That still doesn't eliminate this woman in blue as a possible motive for the crime. She might have been the daughter, sister or wife of the J J' I 11 J? i| ‘ “I Think That Girl Has Warped Your Judgment, Peter.” slayer. Wouldn't he still be interested in removing this evidence of her identity which might possibly identify him with the crime? (TO BE CONTINUED.) ,■.— . . s AFRICA. Christian Koher and the BundyBrothers spent Sunday with Russell Gaw-throp. On Monday night Russell stayed with Christian, it being the latter’s birthday. Elmo Shock and family were Sunday dinner guests in the Clarence Lewallen home. Jonas Cripe and Elizabeth Shock spent Sunday afternoon in the Henry Kolberg home. Mrs. Ira Crow has been spending some time with Her sons, Ralph and Everett Crow in Detroit. Mr. and Mrs. Maurice Lewallen and Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Baugher spent Monday afternoon in the Elmo Shock home. J Miss Uauline Shock spent a few days last week with friends in Webster. Mrs. Elmo Shock, Mrs. Elmer Baugher and daughter Caroline, Mrs. Wallace Baugher, Mrs. Clarence Lewallen and son Jack,» Mrs. Leander Yoder and son Walter Gerald, spent Thursday in Warsaw, with Mrs. Avery Garber and Mrs. Chester Payne. Mr. and Mrs. Will Shock and Mr. and Mrs. Leas Bunt’ing of Warsaw spent Sunday evening in the Jonas Cripe home. Mr. and Mrs. ' Milford Gose of Kimmel were Sunday guests of Mr. and Mis. Sim Lewallen. Mr. and Mrs. Eli Shock and daughter Pauline and Mr. and Mrs. Elmo Shock attended the funeral of Mrs. Edward Grieder near Wilmot, Friday. SOLOMON’S CREEK fMr. and Mrs. John Heltzell and daughter Hazel of Albion spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. Vic Niles and Mrs. Bender. Miss Augusta Holderman of Go- > shen and Mell Prickett spent Sunday at the Charles Lockwood home. . A reception will be given next Tuesday evening in the church basement in honor of the 11 new members who have united with the church. A pot luck supper will be served at 7 o’clock, after which a | program will be given. Everyone is invited to attend. I The Leader’s Class wiH celebrate the annual class night in honor of 1 their parents next W’ednesday evening at the Benton Community hall. I Mr. and Mrs. Jim Fisher of Elk- | hart attended Sunday-school here, ■ Sunday and took dinner with his brother Ed Fisher and wife. Mrs. Sam Arnie spent one day j last week with her daughter, Mrs. i Harry Mcßride. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Cripe, Mrs. Florence McKee han and Dean Burris of Goshen spent Sunday afternoon j with Mrs. Etta Seese and Mabie I Burris. * Ben Zimmerman’s condition is somewhat improved. 1 Miss Helen Hillbish spent Sunday ; with Juanita Gushwa. j Mrs. Walter Simpson is getting

along fine and is trying to do her own housework this week. Ed Heltzell is spending a few days at the Vic Niles home. Charles and Frank Bunger and Belle Juday of near Millersburg spent Sunds.y afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Parry Bunger. Mrs. Louise Miller and son and Juanita Gushwa called on Byron Grubb and family, Saturday evening. Sunday-school and preaching service, Sunday mornings Everyone is invited to come. CONCORD Lester Shock and Miss Romaine Coy spent Sunday evening at the Chester Stiffler home. Hoy Jones and Lewis Hamman were callers at the William Wylpnd home, Sunday evening. i Mr. and Mrs. James Berry of l Goshen spent Sunday afternoon at j the Ray LeCount home. Mr. and Mis. George Gilcrist of Indianapolis spent Saturday and Sunday at the Ray LeCount home. Those who were guests at the Ernest Mathews home, Sunday were: Mr. Mrs. Guy Fisher and family, John, Meiiam and Gwendolyn; Mr. and Mrs. Everet Tom and family, Betty Everett, Evelyn and Emma Ann. Irwin Darkwood was a caller. Those who spent Sunday With Mr. and Mrs. James Dewart were Mr. and Mis. Jacob Bucher and family, Wayne and Yvonne, and Lewis Hamman. Mr. and Mrs. W’ayne Switzer of Cromwell and Don Duncan and Harve Rassie of Milford, and Mu and Mrs. Eldon Wyland spent Sunday at thej William Wyland home. Mr. and Mrs. Burton Howe spent Saturday evening with Mr. and Mrs. Park Losier of Goshen. Mr. and Mrs. Bertram Whitehead and daughter spent Sunday at the Lawrence Dewart home. TIPPECANOE Mr. and Mrs. Elmo Shock and family took Sunday dinner in the Clarence home. Mr. anci Mrs. Allen Gordy and Emmit Goirdy spent Tuesday eveniiwthe Greeley Yoder home. /Ray Scott called at the J. ’Garber home, Thursday. Other callers there during the week, were Allen Gordy and Jessie Baugher. Mr. and Mrs. J. Garber and Royal Kline took Sunday dinner in the J. L. Kline home. Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Kline and family called in the afternoon. Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Mock and family, Mary Kline called at the

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Ed Grieder home, Thursday evening. Callers at the Charles Grissom home, Sunday, were Mr. and Mrs. Ercel Wright and Emmit Gordy. There will be a Community Easter program in the North Webster Community building, Sunday evening, April 1. All are invited. NEWJALEM A shower was given in honor of Mr. and Mrs. Howard Mock, at the home of Walter Harmon, near Etna Green, Tuesday evening. Aboiit 200 were present. Many useful gifts were received. Those from this vicinity who attended were: Robert Bowser, Dale Mock and friend and Waneta Mock. *■ Roy Koontz and family of Mishawaka w-ere Sunday guests of the George Auer family. John Auer and wife were evening callers. Walter Lippincott called at the Alva Crowl home last week. Mrs. Howard Mock and Miss Waneta Mock motored to Nappanee, Saturday. They called on Mrs. Mocks* sister, Mrs. Ford Strong, while there. Joe Smith was a caller in the Reuben Mock home, Sunday. DISMAL Mr. and Mrs. Jas Buchtel and Mrs. Mary Gants were Goshen visitors Saturday afternoon. Mrs. Eli Pollock of Michigan spent last week with Mr. and Mrs. Henry Poyser. Manford Morris and wife spent one evening recently with Mr. and Mrs. Will Moore, near Wawasee. Will Moore near Wawasee. Mrs. M. Bitner and Amelia Clingerman were callers at the Manford > Morris home last week. j Mr. and Mrs. Vern Wilkinson and two daughters of Hannah, and Virginia of Pierceton; Dean Carlson and wife of Topeka, spent Sunday afternoon with # Dora Clingerman and wife. | ’ Harry Voris and son Theodore and Mrs. Raymond Bitner were in Fort Wayne last Wednesday. O — FILES FOR OFFICE Seth E. Rowdabaugh, at present county prosecuting attorney, has filed for re-nomination on the Republican ticket. George Xanders, at present county attorney, has filed for nomination at prosecuting attorney on the-Dem-ocratic ticket. Sam Searfoss has filed for township trustee on the Democratic ticket.

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