The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-10-11

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have traced him to America hoping to be
able to again get into their possession
the fabulously valuable jewel which was
COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA.
NJ DARRAGH. under the name of
Hal Smith, is recognized at Mikes joint as a
former officer in Russia. Clinch forces him.
believing him to DO a State policeman, into
the woods and is about to murder him when
two members of Qutntana's gang bootJack
Clinch. Smith takes advantage of the con-
fusion to get possession of a CUR. and covers
the two men. They seek to pacify him with
an offer Of partnership.
NO" drawled Smith; "In go it
alone"
ut can't be done, old dear. YouT
sec If you try it On"
Who'll stop me? Quintana?"
Come" urged Beck, land be a
good pal. You can't manage it alone.
We've got all night to make Clinch
talk. We know how. too. You'll get
your share"
"Oh. stow It," said Smith. watch
ing ClinCn. who was revivlng. He
sat up presently, and put both hands
over his head. Smith touched him
silently on the shoulder and he
turned his heavy square head in a
dazed way. Blood striped his visage.
lie gazed duly at Smith for a little
while. then, seeming to recollect, the
old glare began to light his pale eyes.
The next instant, however, Beck
spoke again. and Clinoh turned in
establishment and saw the two figures
sitting there with backs toward
Smith and hands up.
Clinch stared at the squatting forms
then slowly moved his head and
looked at Smith and his leveled pis-
toll.
I'VE know how to make a man
squeal." said Harry Beck suddenly.
Hell talk. We can make Clinch talk.
no fear, Leave it to us. old pal. Are
you with us?" He started TO look
around oye his shoulder and Smith
hurled another stick and hit him in
the face.
Quiet there. Harry" he said.
What's my share II I so in with
you?"
"One-sixth. same's we all get"
What's It wortn?" asked Smith.
with a motion of caution toward
Clinch.
IF I say a million your tell me I
lie. SUIT it's nearer three-or you
can have my share. Is It a go?'
You'll not hurt Clnch when he
comes tor"
WEI make him talk, that's all
1T may hurt him some"
You won't kin hlm?'
Il swear by Cod
Wait. Isn't it better to shoot him
after he squeals? Here's a lovely sink
hole handy
'Right-o! Wen make him talk first
and then shove him in. Are you with
us?"
IF you turn your head I'll blow the
face of you. Harry" said Smith, eau
tioning Clinch TO silence with a ges-
ture.
IAN right. only you better make
wake up now at any time grumbled
Beck.
Clinch looked at Smith. The latter
smiled. leaned over, and whispered:
Can you walk all right"
ClInch nodded.
We'll we'd better beat II. Quin-
tana's whole gang is IN these woods.
somewhere. hunting FOR you. and they
might stumble on IA here at n mo
ment." And to the two men IN front:
Lie down flat on your faces. Don't
stir; don't speak. or It's you for the
sink hole-Lle down. 7 tell you, That's
It. Don't move til I tell you to-"
Clinch got up from where he was
sitting, asst murderous glance at
the PROSTATE forms. then followed
Smith, noiselessly, over the stretch OF
sphagnum moss.
When they reached tho house they
saw Eve standing on the steps In her
night-dress and bare feet. holding a
lantern.
Daddy" she whimpercd. "I was
frightened. I didn't know where you
had gone
Clinch put his arm around her.
turned his bloody face and looked at
Smith.
It's this" he said, that I amt
forgetting. young fella. What you
lone Tor me you lone for her.
II gotta live to make n lady of her.
That's why" he added thickly, I'm
much obliged to you, Hal Smith .
Co to bed, grille
You're bleeding. dad?"
law, a twig scratched me. I been
in the woods with Hal. G'wan to
bed"
He went to the sink and washed