The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-21
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dow on Lne neaQ, tney DOJn went
down together. The whisperer
dropped the deadly pellet, but it did
not explode.
Bob alone saw what happened TO
the tiny bomb as it fell harmlessly
to the roadbed between the tracks,
directly in front Of the oncoming
train. The soft earth had kept it
from exploding.
TINE train was moving slowly, but
Il Bob knew there would not be
time to halt it. The vibration of
the cars might set of the explosive,
or it might be struck by some hang
ing metal part.
Breaking from Lieutenant Quinn
stin, who tried to restrain him, Bob
ran forward. The pilot of the loco
motive was about ten feet from the
bomb when he reached it.
He bent over quickly and snatched
up the pellet-a small, very heavy,
round object that felt as deadly as
It was.
The engine was upon him - but
almost stopped. Bob leaped upon
the iron guard, and maintained his
balance until the train halted.
Confusion reigned where Black
Hawks aid had been struck down.
He wormed himself free and was
racing down the platform.
Don't shoot him!" cried Quinn
stin. He may have another bomb"
Those nearest him drew back. He
looked around wildly.
A fast train was approaching on
the next track Shouting something
unintelligible, the man leaped onto
the rails and raced down the tracks,
headlong toward the onrushing
locomotive. He had failed in his
mission-and Black Hawks men
knew the penalty for failure.
CMENCE fell on the group at
- Ava's home after Bob and the
police had gone.
1--WE seem to be right in the thick
of it," Breen commented, smiling.
And you just love it, don't you,
dear?" Ava patted his hand. Read
ing detective stories all your life,
and now living right in the middle
of one"
st. George sighed.
Sometimes, I suppose, the anna
teur detective does succeed where the
professional fails" he said. And
small reward he gets"
This time the reward would be
large, indeed" interjected Beau
mont, who had been idly drawing
a pencil sketch of Ava's profile.
THE Times is offering $4,000 re-
ward for the capture of Black
Hawk"
That would pay quite few bills
for any one" said Breen; and he
looked at st. George.
st. George arose.
Il have a little research work to
do, myself" he said do you mind
if I say good night?"
Ava saw him to the door. She
regretted, but could not avoid the
shudder that passed over her when
st. George pressed her hand.
The scientist, after looking about
carefully, crossed the lawn where
he stood for several minutes. He
saw Louis j. Borinstein driving
north followed closely by Judge
Harry Chamberlin and later by
Chester Jackson and Richard Lie
Der. He turned back toward the
house and entered his laboratory
He went at once to desk where he
kept a notebook, whose entries
were in a sort of personal short
hand.
AS he studied it, his body trem-
bled, and his breathing became
stentorouS. He made some rapid
calculations on a piece of paper.
HEARING a soft footStep outside,
l. Ihe closed the book and assumed
an air of composure. Lionel St.
George had two secrets from the
rest of the world. One of them was
that his days were numbered. He
was victim of premature arterio-
sclerosis.
His other secret was that his
grand grandmother had been Lila
Jerney-that his blood, one part in
eight, was different from that of his
neighborS Nobody must know,
least of all Ava. by whom he hoped
to have a son
His chauffeur and laboratory as
sistant, John Smith, entered.
Get the car ready, t" He
broke off, and thought a moment.
Get the car ready, Smith" he said
I'm scheduled to teach in Illinois
tomorrow morning"
DOB MARITIME, studied the
ID bomb. 1t was about the size of
a walnut-a blue-black substance of
the consistency of mercury. in a
wrapper of transparent cellulose.
Harmless though it appeared, in size,
its dead weight and the resilient
consistency of it, made it sinister.
"What'n we do with 1t, now that
we've got it?" Lieutenant Quinnstin
asked.
1T probably explodes only on
heavy contact" Bob replied. 1T
can't be very tender, or he couldn't
have brought it here by train. I
imagine he intended to put this on
the track ahead of the engine, so It
would explode like a Signalman's
cap"
Can you tell what it's made OFF"
mo. Black Hawk, you remember,
calls it nitrine. He says it's a de-
velopment of an Indianapolis chem
ical plant-or something based on a
local discovery. We might have it
analysed"
"Where?" asked Lieutenant
QuinnStin in alarm.
Right here. Well take it into an