The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-05-12
CHAPTER III

IT just felt it in my heart, some
how" declared Diana, as she climbed
into the seat at Donald's Keene's side
in his sedan, others taking the rear
seats. "You know I told you L had
a premonition that we were going
TO be disappointed. Oh, Daddy, Dad
dyw she broke out, sobbingly, and
buried her head against the conven-
lent shoulder of the driver. After
moment she Strengthened up.
Don't you think, Don," she be-
gan, turning supplicating gaze on
the man at her side ''if we told tn
police he was being kept somewhere
in X street they might be able
to find him?"
Donald Keene shook his head.
mo-" he said firmly, Il don't
think it would be advisable to ask
their help. If we did tn kidnapers
would know it in less than an hour.
we stand a better chance to wait for
this woman to get tn number. 10
be perfectly candid, Dia," he addeo
earnestly, 1T don't trust tn police
in this matter tn least little bit. It's
NV belief there's something distinct
" rotten in that department!
"That's precisely my opinion Don"
.uppIemented Bill Garfield. There's
certainly something damn queer
about this kidnapping business right
under tn nose of tn police!
Diana Brooks turned to speak TO
the girl in the rear seat and saw
that her eyes were closed.
'.Poor kid" she said softly, her
heart swelling at sight Of the tired
droon of the little reporters lips,
she's lust about all played out. III
take her home with me and see that
she gets a good rest"
Leaving the girls at the BROOKS
home, Teddy having accepted Diana's
invitation with a grateful smile,
Donald Keene, with Garfield ami
Dinny Morrison, drove across the
city to K-street in the faint nope
of picking up some clue
''Ransom is tn motive back OF this
thing. wouldn't you say?" asked
Garfield, after answering some re-
mark of Don's regarding the kidnap'
ing of the publisher. What other
possible reason could there beT
TITS difficult to say what motive
In back of tn thing" replied Don
aid Sin view of the strange expert
ence Diana had. Otherwise I'd say
ransom was tn most likely possibi.'
ity. But possibly" He didn't speak
the rest of the thought which quick
ened his heart.
The drive through K. street brought
no results other than a useless burn
ing up Of gasoline. 1t was in the
poorest. most poverty-ridden section
Of the city. the inhabitants made up
mostly of aliens. \
The afternoon, however, brought
information that opened Don's eyes
to possibilities OF which he had not
thought.
He was busy at his desk when
man entered his office and intro
duced himself as James P. Gordon.
II was told, Mr.. Keene," said the
visitor before Don, had chance to
even acknowledge the self-mtroduc'
ton, shat you had some Brooks
newspaper stock you wanted to sell.
Was 1 informed correctly"
Don looked at the man In sur
prise. Who could have told him such
a thing?
You certainly were not!' he re-
plied after a moment Of recovery.
whoever told you that was speak
ing without the least bit of authority.
DO YOU mind telling me who your in
formant was?''
''Why--er-really, Mr.. Keene,"
the man answered hesitatingly, evil
IDENTIFY chagrined at the others man
ner. "I could hardly do that. The
information was supposed to be con-
fidential, you know"
well. confidential or not" re-
turned Don shortly, lit was not cor.
rect--it was misinformation in fact.
1t 10 true / have 1000 shares OF