The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-11-14

Of her. And you say everything is
all right. BAH"
Mitchell turned away. Evelyn
Parsons started and for an instant
her eyes flashed with unalloyed NAL
ice. Then she began to weep.
The man apologized. He begged
her to help him find Celia.
But I've been trying tol" Evelyn
sobbed. "I've been trying to do
everything I can and now know
you hate mel"
In desperation Mitchell swore he
meant nothing of the kind. He
urged her to stop crying and aid
him in locating Barney Shields.
Together they went to the room
Celia had occupied, and here, after
much searching, Mrs. Parsons pro-
duced a penciled memorandum.
The slip of paper read: Call Mr..
Shields. Blank 5536."
"Lookr' she cried, waving the
note toward Mitchell. It's the
telephone number!"
BY now it was nearly 1 a. m.
One glance at the memorandum
and John Mitchell was urging the
downstairs operator to speed his
,alI. There we're tense moments OF
delay before the man spoke ex-
sitedly:
as this Shields? Barney Shields"
The young mans voice came back
over the wire. "At the phone.
Who's calling?"
Mitchell Strengthened. you are
Barney Shields?" he asked again.
This is Shields"
There was an electric instant
and then Mitchell continued: I'm
sorry to disturb you, Mr.. Shields.
This is John Mitchell - Celia
Mitchell's father. You remember
We met the other day?"
"Oh-how do you do"
"COMETHING important has hap
- pened," Mitchell went on. Its
something I'd like to talk to you
about. Can I see you if come
where you are at once?"
why, yes; certainly
"Then I'll be there Immediately
Mitchell asked the address, and put
down the telephone.
Where are you going?" Evelyn
Parsons demanded. The mans
answer was lost over his shoulder
as he hurried from the room.
Evelyn followed in time to see
Mitchell jam on his hat and pull
open the outer door. With a deep
sigh she turned and went to her
bedroom.
There was little traffic and in
twenty minutes John Mitchelrs car
stopped before the building where
Shields made his home. Mitchell
hurried up the step sand was adj
dressing a young man at a desk in
the lobby when some one touched
his arm. He swung around to con-
front Barney Shields.
Were you asking for me, Mr.
Mitchell?'
eyes. How do you do, Shields"
The older man paused for an in
slant. II want to have a talk with
you. Is there somewhere we can
go?"
Except for the youth behind the
counter the club lobby was deserted.
Barney led the way into a writing
room, likewise unoccupied.
mo one will disturb us here. You
said something has happened? 1t
isn't Celia-?"
Curiosity was written plainly on
the young mans face. He had seen
Mitchell only once in his life. To
be awakened at 1 o'clock in the
morning and summoned for an in
terview was distinctly disquieting.
shields, where is my daughter?"
why, what do you mean?"
Just what I said. Where is &C.
liza? You were seen with her, leav-
ing the apartment at 4.o'clock this
afternoon. What have you done
with her? Where is she now?
Young man, you'll pay"
Shields expression changed from
blank wonder to indignation.
"You don't know what you're say
ing!" he exclaimed. you're crazy.
I didn't see Celia today! You don't
you can't mean she's-gone!"
For answer Mitchell thrust out
Celia's note. At the same time he
continued threatening the youth.
Barney read the brief note-in
Celia's writing northumberland his
bewilderment faded.
But where could she go?" he
cried. "Celia's just kid! Good
Lord-you've got to find her. What
are you standing here for? You're
wasting time!'
There could be no doubt OF
Shields sincerity. Even the dis
traught father saw this. His tone
altered
But didn't you meet her at the
apartment-at 4 o'clock"
Il tell you didn't see her all day
If she left the apartment with q
man, it was some one else"
Mtichells face turned a grayish
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