The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-05-01

it clean.
THAT will be all right now. Ser
geant?" I inquired.
That will be quite all right, sir,
he admitted. taking off his cap and
wiping the perspiration from his fore
head. IT'S warm day. this, for the
bicycles"
Il am sorry to have given you this
trouble 1 said I'VE tourists are
proverbially thoughtless about our
number plates. 1 hope you will &C
cept this and have a drink with me"
I'VE will that, sure, sir" the ser
geant promised, saluting first me and
then Janet. Come along. Jock" he
added: well pay little visit to the
Widow MacGilI on the way back"
So we drove off again northward
My chauffeur was an elderly man,
who has faced all that the world may
hold Of evil with me many a time, but
his driving for the first few miles was
erratic. Janet. 1 could see. although
OUtwardly she had recovered herself
was on the point of Mysteries l set
tied myself down in my corner. ad-
justed my horn-rimmed spectacles, and
drew from the pocket of the car
new half crown book on the principles
Of golf written by late beginner. So
we Travelled until we reached the Inn
where we stayed for the night, and
late on the afternoon of the following
day we arrived at our destination.
There was just bare white house. a
lodge. the gate Of which was held
open by a great raw-boned gillie. miles
of what seemed to be interTinable
mOorland, and, below, the sea.
looked around with satisfaction.
You're Sandy MacLane, the care
taller here?" I asked. leaning out Of
the car.
He made a noise which sounded like
200 ayr
Which way might the golf links
be?" 1 inquired
He pointed with long and hairy
forefinger.
THE clubhouse Is yonder," he
vouchsafed a bit somberly "A step
across the road is the fifteenth tee"
1 sighed with content
Come up to the house" I ordered
After tea I shall play few holes.
Sir Norman Continues
Ny friend Huntington called 70 see
me on the night of my return from
Norway. He looked around with an
air of dismay at my various travelling
paraphernalia.
so, you're really Off them" he re-
marked.
ION the contrary. I've just re
7 L
late in the season to do any good,
and 7 made a mistake in changing
my river. The whole thing was
frost"
Huntington sighed.
Well, I'm glad to see you back"
he declared, sinking into my easy
chair. All the same, London in Au-
gust isn't exactly a paradise"
Tell me about Leeds sug-
gested. To judge from the news
papers, you seem TO be having a LOT
Of trouble about a very simple case.
Huntington frowned. lie was 81
lent for several moments, and CLAN
cling across at him. I noticed that he
was pale and apparently out OF sorts.
II think I'm stale, Greyes." he con
fessed. The chief pretty well hint
ed the same thing, and worse. when
I got back last night, I really dropped
around to see whether you could help
me.
II I can. I Will with pleasure"
1 promised him. You know that"
You read the bare account Of the
affair. Of course" Huntington went
on. Two fairly creditabIe witnesses
deposed TO seeing a man IN a gray
flannel SUIT. with a Panama hat
pushed over his eyes, drive up in
small car, leave It outside Baileys
grocery store. walk down the street
and turn into the Boulevard where
the bank is situated, exactly at the
time that the robbery took place.
Three women and two children saw
him pass UP the street two minutes
later, and thirty seconds after that.
he crossed the street and entered
Bailey's grocery store. The clerk,
who served him with some marmalade.
tea and bacon, saw him climb up into
the car and drive away. The man
was known at the shop as Ralph Rob
ersOn. There is no doubt that It
was his car.
Half an hour after the robbery.
Robertson was arrested at his house
he was cleaning the car at the time
and although he had changed his
clothes, the light gray suit which he
had recently worn was discovered in
his bedroom, and the Panama hat,
warm with perspiration, in cup
board. His excuse for changing his
clothes was that he put on older things
IN which to clean the car, and his
account Of his morning was that he
had driven straight up TO Bailey's
store for some groceries and straight
back again. Two witnesses are ready
to swear that they saw him get out
Of the car and go toward the bank;
the grocer's clerk, who served him, Is
absolutely certain that he was In the
shop within thirty seconds of tho
car pulling up outside, and that
when he left he drove straight away"
What sort OF man Is this Rober-
SOM" I asked.
"a man Of bad character" was the
prompt reply. He was once a book
maker, but failed. He has been In
prison. for obtaining goods by false
pretenses, and there are half a dozen
summOnses for debt out against him
at the present moment. The only
little money he earns. nowadays.
seems to be by acting as a book-mak-
er's tout. He knew the neighborhood