The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-11-19

We're not passenger" Mitchell
explained. we wan to see man
who's sailing. Jordan's the name. F"
You can get the number of his
cabin in the purser's Office"
The confusion of the pier was
multiplied tenfold on the ship.
Mitchell and Shields fought their
way down the broad staircase 1ssd
finally reached the purser's office.
1t was some time before an attend
ant listened to their request.
"Jordan?" he asked. you say the
names Tod Jordan?" A moment
later he was nodding and gave them
the number of a stateroom which
Jordan had engaged.
The two men turned away. A
youth in immaculate uniform WIS
passing and Mitchell touched his
arm.
Can you show us to -9" he
asked. mentioning the number OF
the stateroom.
Eyes, sir" The boy touched his
cap and led the way down a cor
ridor. They made a turn to the
right. At the far end of the pass
ageway a steward was sitting. He
rose as he saw them.
us Mr.. Jordan in his stateroom"
the youth asked.
HE came in, but I think he's
gone" The steward walked few
steps and knocked at door. There
was no response.
Not in the steward announced.
81 expect you'll find him on deck"
You're sure he isn't inside?"
Mitchell persisted.
For answer the man in uniform
turned the latch and threw back
the door. Mitchell and Shields sur
veyed the compartment. There was
baggage on the floor and an over
coat thrown across the bed. Other
wise the stateroom had / I'M
touched. Certainly it was unoccu-
pied.
THANK you very much" Mitchell
said. Wen look for him up
stairs" He started away and then
turned. "Oh-did you happen to
notice if Mr.. Jordan was alone
when he came in?"
Eyes, sir" the steward answered.
He was alone
They retraced their steps. AS they
reached the purSers office the youth
who had led the way asked: "Is
there anything further can do for
your"
MITCHELL placed coin in the
A'A boys hand. mo" he said, Il
believe not. Well go outside and
see if we can find the gentleman
we're looking for"
They reached the deck. Passen-
gers and farewell parties were still
crowding about. Barney stepped
forward, shouldering path through
the throng, and Mitchell followed.
How could we ever find any one
in this mix-up?" Shields asked
when they reached a slight clearing.
John Mitchell's jaw was set
eff Jordan's On this
boat" he said, I'm going to have a
talk with him!"
They circled the deck, both eye
ing the changing crowd. Then
Shields suggested trying the upper
deck. He noticed as they went up
The stairs that the hands of his
watch pointed to 9:15. Forty-five
minutes more and the boat would
Iail.
There were rot so many people
on the second deck, but there was
no sign of Jordan. Shields was be-
ginning to feel the search was hope
less, when his companion stopped
short.
"Lookl" John Mitchell demanded.
Not dozen yards away a man
and a girl were leaning against the
railing. The mans back was to-
ward them, but the girl had turned
and her profile was revealed white
and clear-cut against the black sky.
It was Celia.
For an instant Celia gazed up at
the man beside her. Then she
turned and looked out across the
water.
, Barney Shields closed his eyes
trying to shut out the Sight. Celia!
There was no doubt about it. She
was there and the man beside her
was Tod Jordan. Shields had recog-
nized him instantly.
"Wait!" Mitchell said. Ell get
her!"
Barney was concealed in the
shadows. He watched the father
stride the short distance and touch
Celia's arm. A startled exclama-
ton fell from the girls lips as she
faced about. Jordan Strengthened,
but before he could speak Mitchell
had begun:
Celia, what's the meaning of
thiS?" the father demanded. Have
you lost your senses? You're COM
ing home with meat once! This
is outrageous"
"Oh, no, she's not going with
you'll" Jordan cut in. His scowl