The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-05-03

Il still" Huntington remarked, as
we waited for a few minutes on the
tenth tee, don't quite understand
how you tumbled TO this affair SO
quickly"
1T was quite easy when you once
admit the possibility Of the occupants
Of the Dartier car being concerned
I replied. "Of course, Robertson was
IN 1t up to the eyes. 1t was Stan
field who drove up in Roberson's Ford
and went direct to the bank. The
Dartier car was already there. con-
tanning Janet Stanfield and Robertson,
wearing a gray Homburg hat and
a linen buster. The chauffeur brought
into the store a small order which the
erocer's assistant packed and took out.
The chauffeur was taking advantage
of the delay to fill up with petrol.
The moment Stanfield descended
from the Ford and made his way to
the bank, Robertson slipped off his
linen buster. produced a Panama hat
which he pulled over his eyes, ana
made his purchases in the shop. He
came out .ust as Stanf1eld reappeared.
and drove the Ford away. Stanf1eld
Just stepped into the Dartier,' put on
hie linen buster and gray Homburg
hat, and off they started. The idea
was to confuse. and at first It sue
ceeded. The whole affair was ngen-
lous. from the selection Of that par
ticular bank, which is wickediy ESQ
lated. to the exact location Of the
Dartier car. which made any one on
tho of eide almost invisible
IT'S pretty generous Of you TO let
me take the credit OF this" Rim
mington remarked
III Stanheld turns out to be Pug
sley5 and Pugsley the man I believe
him to be-" I said. II shall need no
other reward than tho Joy Of having
brought him to book"
DO you believe him to be Michael
Sayers?" Huntington asked.
Il am absolutely certain OF It."
answered.
We completed our round, lunched
and played again. There came no
sign from the Lodge. Somehow or
nous. Toward evening I began TO
get uneasy. Just as we were sitting
down to dinner. I was fetched to the
telephone.
inspector Mccall speaking" the
voice I heard declared. Are you
Sir Norman Greyes?"
Yes" I answered.
Have you heard the news?'
= 4 have heard no particular news
since early this morning" I replied.
"Stanfeld escaped eleven miles from
here" the Inspector declared gloom
lily.
Escaped? Ridiculous" I exclaimed.
He did it. anyhow. He shot both
his guards with an automatic pistol
fixed in the sole of one shoe and
worked with the toe of the other. Mr.
German. from Scotland Yard. is Sc
riously wounded and one Of the others
is shot in the leg. Stanfeld then
threatened the driver until he released
him from the handouts and took him
to within a mile of a railway station.
There he tied the man up. drove the
car on himself and disappeared. So
far we have no news"
I muttered something to the effect
that Huntington and I would come
on to the police station the first thing
in the morning. Then I walked out
side. a little giddy, sick at heart, fu- /
rious with myself and Fate. 7 stood
looking toward the Lodge until at
last I yielded to an irresistible i'm
pulse. I fastened across the few
yards Of heather grown common, (
crossed the road, made my way up
the struggling avenue and rang the |
great front door bell Presently the |
huge door swung silently open. Janet /
stood there, looking out at me.
I freely admit that l lost my nerve /
I lost my poise and with it all the /
gifts which enable a man to face an /
exceptional situation. For this WON
an showed no signs Of any mental
disturbance. I had never seen her
look more beautiful. She moved away
from the door.
Come in" she invited. It have
been expecting you"
Out footsteps awakened strange
echoes in the hall. She led the way
into the sitting room which opened
onto the terrace, and sank back on
the divan. where apparently she had
been resting.
''Judasr' she murmured.
You know. them" demanded
harshly.
"Everything-evsn the last little
episode. What fools you policemen
are"
He isn't safe yet" muttered.
She laughed mockingly.
I worry no more about him." she
declared. "It is not an equal struggle.
l worry only about myself. alone
here"
''Alone-herer'I echoed
She nodded.
Harding, our butler-chauffeur and
confederate, has taken the car-where
you can guess. Our gillie broke his
leg this morning and has gone to hos
pital. I am not afraid Of burglars,
but 1 am terrified of mice. and the
place IS overrun with them. Also I
simply loathe the idea Of having to
get up and make my own coffee in the
morning"
rose to my feet.
There are empty rooms at the
Dorny House." told her, where you
could obtain service and be made quite
comfortable. I am going back now.
Shall I bespeak one for your"
You would really have me there"
she asked curiously, under the same
roof as your august and respectable