The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-04-12

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AT THE FOOT OF THE STAIRS
LAY \ WOMAN'S BODY.
/ life and death. but | don't want to hit
the Copeland house too early, not IN
til 1 o'clock i'm the morning. anyway. /
| Have Il your own way" 1t was
| the highest official who talked. IF
you can find the leader Of that gang
| for Us, and help us to break it up
| there's nothing down here too good
for you
| The hnal arrangements were made
and they took their leave only to End
| thai all four tires of the gray roadster
| had been slashed.
AT the door OF headquarters. too
| Mike commented srimly. We won't
&c near your rooms again. Trevor. till
tbs affair is all over. I'll step inside
and tell them what's happened. TN
Just put the edge on them for tonight.
or I'm mistaken. They'll see that
| fresh tires are put on and the car
| guarded for you, ana meanwhile I
| think we'd be safest to keep moving.
| It's good you have your gun still with
YOU"
They made their way further up
| town to a foreign restaurant, where
| they drank coffee from tall glasses
and played a desultory game of domi
noes, but when the last order Of cot
/ fee was placed before them Mike
| spilled his clumsily and whispered hur
riedly to his companion:
Don't touch that, Come. We'll be
| getting on" He summoned the waiter.
paid the check and they moved leis
urely out. but once on the sidewalk
| Trevor demanded:
What was the matter with IT?
Dope?"
"Or worse. \ strange waiter
brought it, but ne wasn't strange to
me; 1 saw him lettering around the
entrance to your apartment house
yesterday. II Miss Copeland has
talked or they found the letter she
may have attempted to mail to you.
it's a safe bet you've been watched
every minute since unless you gave
them the slip for that wild ride of
yours to Shattstown."
Then let's go to my club?" Ire
vor suggested on a sudden inspira-
ton. We can be quiet and talk
there, and get a decent dinner for
none of the stewards has been in
service less than ten or fifteen years.
Well wait there till the time for the
raid
The club was an old and exclusive
one and only few of the veteran
members were there To a few of
them Mike was presented as an old
army friend and then the two found
la quiet corner where they compared
notes and went over the case in every
detail
Come on, Trevor Times up.
We're going over the top now
The Copeland house was shrouded
Titled with silent, grim men drew up
IN It's vicinity and the raiders dis
persed to surround It. The captain
with Mike and Trevor at his heels
and two more men bring up the rear
went to the great entrance doors and
rang the bell.
1t reverberated again and again
through the echoing house but the
| watchers on he Park side of the
Avenue reported that no light APP
peared in any Of the windows and
the captain remarked:
ct don't like this. Break in. boysr'
The two men behind Mike and Tire
vor stepped forward, but halted at
an exclamation from their superior.
who had tried the heavy outer doors
Of grillword. They swung open al
most at his touch, as did the inner
ones Of massively carved oak and
they plunged forward into the utter
blackness Of the hall, then stood
listening.
i AAfaint sound like distant moaning
came to their ears and the captain
flashed his light about till he found
the switch in the wall and the hall
hlazed with brilliance.
While he paused to issue orders
Mike and Trevor leaped up the stair
case and then paused for a moment
as though turned to stone, for at the
foot of the second fight of stairs lead
ing upward there lay the body of a
woman. Her upturned face was thin
and dark. and the short, gaspdhg
breaths issuing from her colorless lips
each brought with them the moan of
agony that they had heard. bur there
was consciousness in her dulling eyes.
which brihtened Yitr recognition at
sight OF Trevor.
MY Godr' the latter exclaimed
Its Thereser'
The captain and several of his men
had bounded up the stairs but at a
sign from Mike they stood back as
he and Trevor knelt to lift the WON.
an. Then they saw in the dim hall
light ,fhat blood was flowing from a
small but evidently deep wound in