The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-12-01

can't contribute to their fright by
warning them to go away Yet I
dare not tell them to stay, because
they really are in danger"
They'll have 10 take a chance
with the rest Of US Wilson said
You know, Of course, that The
Times has offered S25, 1000 reward
for his capture"
That was at my suggestion. Have
there been any positive reports of
atrocities that can be attributed to
Black Hawke"
Not lately. Every murder that
occurs. every child who is scared by
a strange man. blames it on the
Phantom. of course. We run down
every cleW."
ON the observation belcony Of the
~ Soldiers and Sailors Mon
ument, Wilfred Beaumont, filed
with admiration for Indianapolis
sunsets, watched the western sky
turn from crimson to lavender, and
fade until only few patches of
infnity blue, trimmed with gold, re-
NAMED. Edges of clouds were tinted
with pink.
Musing on things poetic and prac-
teal. Beaumont allowed the guard
to usher him to the elevator which
took him to the street. He wandered
down to Illinois street and after a
1O-cent schuper of beer-where, he
wondered, did the word schuper
originate? back around the
Circle.
High above, a somewhat puzzling
phenomenon attracted his atten-
ton. There was a red cylinder,
lighted by electricity, on the top Of
the Merchants Bank building and
atop it was a light that flashed,
grew dim and flashed again, in reg
ular ryhthm. 1t was the Linco
beacon.
What aroused Beaumont's inter-
est was this: The light had ceased
its regular flashing, and had gone
out for a few minutes. Then it
had begun to flash again. but in an
entirely different manner. He stud
led them for a while, and then ut
tered an exclamation Il must tell
Major Martyne!" He hurried across
to the battered Post Office building,
absent-mindedly colliding with Fer
dinand Sheaffer and visiting
musician.
A VA didn't know just where to
"A go. Her plea that she knew
where to look for her father had
been more hopeful than accurate,
for he seldom went anyhere ex-
cept to his office, to the club, and
home.
If he were working on some
clue that he thought might lead to
the unmasking of Black Hawk,
there was no telling where he might
be. But she couldn't just sit and
wait. She had forgotten Black
Hawks ominous remark that he
would be seeing her soon"
Father and daughter had always
been avid readers of mystery stories,
and now they were living in one.
Ava was not greatly surprised,
knowing her father as she did,
when she and the detective we're
approached by a neWsboy before
they had gone many steps.
Under Pickering street light the
newsie ran up to her.
Miss Breen?" he asked, holding
out an envelope
What do you want?" the detec-
tive interposed
L have a message for Miss
Breen," replied the boy She saw
now he was not young.
"A message for me?" Ava asked.
He shifted his bundle of papers
and handed Ava the envelope.
L am in the tower Of the Soldiers
and Sailors Monument" it read. Il
have a pair of field glasses, and I
think I have spotted Black Hawks
secret airport. Popsy."
It was typewriter. but Ava had
not the slightest doubt that it was
from her father. The signature,
"PopSy." was a nickname known
only to herself and intimate friends
of the family.
TO Be COntinued)