The Indianapolis times., 1933-11-22
BLACK HAWK
JhV Ly Of indiana


lounge and slept.
Tuesday morning he went out to
spend a few precious cents on break
fast. and found the city in turmoil
Newspapers we're selling new edi-
tions so fast that the sidewalks we're
almost Uttered with old ones, and
he had no difficulty in checking up
on the events of the Black Hawk
scare.
The postoffice had been bombed;
Ava Breen had received a threaten
ing note; man had killed himself
after supposedly trying to bomb
union station. Major Martyne had
been attacked twice, and police de-
tective had been murdered with q
hand ak in Martynes suite
" was a diversion, Beaumont COM
mented to himself; he had been
afraid of finding indianapolis some
what dull after Greenwich village.
He watched a humpbacked wom-
an with beautiful face feeding the
pigeons outside on Monument circle.
CTRANGE, Beaumont thought
~ such q beautiful spot in the
business district. He liked the
pigeons.
Indianapolis crossroads Of the
nation; almost the center OF popu-
lation OF the United States; home
and inspiration of James Whitcomb
Riley, Booth Harrington and count
less others; native city Of Roy
Howard, one of the nations greatest
newspaper men; city of countless
conventions apparently at the
mercy of an agent of destruction It
seemed incredible he shivered.
He was standing near man in
laborer'S clothes, who did not look
like a laborer. Beaumont Shivered
DOB MARITIME threw open the
~ hall door, revolver ready for in
slant action. Thers was no one in
sight.
But he had heard a whispering
sound-some one had been outside
moment earlier.
Quinnstin had been dead only a
few minutes. His slayer was GER
tainly still in the immediate vicinity.
He might have intended TO enter
Bob's room.
At the telephone Bob got the hotel
detective. He quickly explained the
situation to him. Can you block
the existS?" he asked. Keep this
quiet, but don't let any one get out
until the hotel has been searched"
That's easy" the detective re-
piled. There are four of our men
down here now. We were watching
and didn't see anybody suspicious"
Half an hour later the hotel had
been efficiently searched, and no
trace of any outsider had been
found.
Bob studied the angle OF the
hatchet, and whistled under his
breath. The hstchet had not come
from behind Quinnstin; it had come
from in front of him. And since he
was standing, and awake, he must
inevitably have seen his Slayer-un-
less.
Bob stared through the open win
dow Ten feet beyond it, across the
angle of the building wing, was the
open hall window.
He turned to the detective beside
him.
The murderer never got into this
suite he said. The weapon that
killed Quinnstin was thrown at him
from that window"
TIP to this time Bob had little
~ proof of Black Hawks especial
interest in him. Certainly Black
Hawk had no reason to fear him,
so far as investigative progress went.
Bob had got nowhere up to this
time-twenty- hours after ne
had been given his assignment.
Black Hawk hac worsted him in
every combat,
1t was not until after the medical
men had arrived, and assigned the
death to person or persons un-
known; weapon: small ak or
hatchet, possibly thrown" that Bob
had time to study the murder
weapon. 1t was such handax as
may be purchased in any hardware
store, although of more than uSu-
ally graceful design.
Look here" Bob exclaimed. THE
shaft has been followed out little"
The handle had small opening
at the end, and in it was a rolled
squib of paper. Bob unrolled it with
a hand that was none too steady;
he knew what signature it would
bear.
He was not, however, prepared for
the message above the signature.
ITO Ra Continuadl