The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-12-05

know if you hear anything suS-
picious on any wave length
A detective brought Bob a tele-
phone.
Police headquarters, sir"
"Hello2 Is this Major Martyne?
This is Chief Morrissey. We have just
received word that a mans body has
been found floating in White river
at Broad Ripple"
Has it been identified"
mo. It's a well-dresSec man of
middle age. 1t may be Black Hawk.
He told Ava.
Bob" she said, I'm frightened.
I'm afraid something terrible is
about TO happen!'
60, Black Hawk threatened bomb
- ing, poisonings and murder if
the city Of Indianapolis did not
agree to extinction?
Police Chief MOrrrissey, in his
office at headquarters, grew more
and more angry as he pondered the
situation.
He felt that he must take some
action looking toward a solution Of
this intolerable mess. If he had
been dealing with a regular Grim
inal, he could handle it. But this
was outside his eXpericnCe-outside
the experience Of any police head,
so far as he knew.
Perhaps a man known as
thinker might be able to help him.
Those professors had recommended
it-Why shouldn't he take advantage
of the suggestion? Irregular, yes
but why not use the universities as
cOnSultants on crime, as well as on
other diseases? It might be worth
while. He would call on the lead
ing scientist in indianapolis.
Chief Morrissey called his car
and was driven to the home Of DR..
Lionel S. George.
He will be home at any minute,
I expect, sir" was the buffers greet
ing.
Morrissey, having gone this far.
decided to wait He sat down and
took up a book on Egyptian art, and
to his surprise found it enthralling
reading He was immersed in it
when st. George appeared.
I'm sorry TO have kept you wait
ing, Chief" he said, and his deep
voice seemed warm in the welcom-
ing, I'm very glad to see you"
Sort of irregular, this is, DR.. st.
George, But I need your help"
L will be glad to do what I can
Won't you have dinner with me?
have just driven in from Richmond,
and I'm starving"
"Fine!" Chief Morrisssey noted
that st. George showed no marks
Of a long drive-he was as
fresh and neat as if he had Just
stepped from a shower. Perhaps he
had, for his beard and mustache
were combed and adjusted so neatly
as to suggest they might be arti-
fetal
OvER the table Morrissey out
~ lined the situation, largely
as it has already been told in the
newspapers.
30 you nave absolutely no cleW
to the identity of this-this Black
Hawk persona" st. George asked.
None in the world I would think
he was fictitious, except that we
know he exists, and that he has
committed a number of atrocious
crimes"
I wish I could help you Let me
see, now. Haven't you had the
letters studied for clews?"
Yes. by friends of yours from the
university. But they couldn't tell me
a thing"
Not even, for instance, where the
writer learned English-or whether
that was his native tongue?"
Well, yes. They agreed that he
probably was an American, and well
educated. But he had travelled so
much, they said, that all clews to
his home locality-such as unusual
use of words habitual in one city
had been wiped out
Very interesting, indeed"
But not at all helpful"
L should think that would help a
great deal, chief. Hundreds of
thousands of persons are elimin-
ated by that one ANALYSIS alone!"
ITO Be Continued