The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-23
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Wallace. automobile salesman, asks her TO
marry him.
At The Golden Feather night club she
meets Sandy Hark!ns whose business con-
| nection is vague. Sandy introduces Bobby
ana Jean TO MI. and Mrs. Lewis. Bobby
sells some bonds FOR Lewis. who buys a
car.
Larry Glenn. Federal agent is trailing
Wingy Lewis, bank robber. He learns about
the bond transaction and questions Bobby
Larry believes the car Lewis bought is ar
mored. Bobby undertakes to find out
Jean agrees to a secret engagement with
Sandy. The bank of which her father Is
president is robbed and Larry starts a
search for the robbers.
Jean goes to see Sandy who has been
! injured. He and the Lewises are staying
at farmhouse. She soon finds herself a
prisoner. The whole party leaves the
Larry learns the robbers were the Jack
son gang. telephone number leads the
Federal men to the farm.
Jean father. worried about her abb
Sence, confides in Bobby. They 20 to see
/ Larry. " "
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
I AIRY GLENN drove slowly out
~ the road that led north from
the town of Midlothian, and re-
peated to himself the directions that
had been given him at the filling
station.
First white farm house on the
lett side of the road after you pass
the little grove of oaks" he unused
Let's see-this must be the grove;
now, when I get past it. ="
He touched the brake and crawled
along even more slowly. The oak
grove slipped to the rear, followed
by an orchard; beyond the orchard
a pleasant-looking farm house with
a veranda across the front and a
fringe of trees along the side of its
yard came into view.
Larry swung into the driveway
drove to the back yard, parked, ano
went up to the back door and
raped
He heard slow footsteps inside the
house; then the door was opened
part way and a man peered out al
him.
The man was stopped and rather
mountaineering, with shaggy gray
eyebrows, a tanned bald head. ano
an untidy mustache that struggled
dejectedly down the corners of his
mouth. He wore baggy gray trous-
ers, old shoes, and a faded gray
flannel shirt and held a blackeneo
pipe in one fist, and he bent upon
Larry look of sullen suspicion.
Mr.. Engle?" said Larry. The
man nodded reluctantly.
MY names Harder" said Larry
politely. I'm doing some field re-
search for Uncle Sam, collecting
statistics on the triple-A corn-ar.d
hog program, and I'm afraid IL
have to bother you to answer few
questions.
The man peered up from beneath
his overhanging eyebrows and hest
tated. Larry smiled, in the manner
of one who knows that he is making
a nuisance of himself but who pro.
poses to get it over with as pain.
lessly as possible, and said, 1T wont
take but a minute or two
THE man looked at him again
Il and grudgingly opened the
door. Come on in then" he sale
ungraciously Larry followed him
into the kitchen
The kitchen was a large room
in the old-fashioned farm manner
A woodworking range stood at
one end, and at the other was a
large table spread with a check
cred Bingham cloth and covered
with used breakfast dishes.
Mr.. Engle sat cautiously in a
straightforward chair and waved
Larry to another, beside the table
Larry sat down, Grew notebook
from his pocket, opened it, and
leaned forward with another in
gratiating smile.
Now let's see, Mr.. Engle," he
said. you have 20 acres in field
corn this year, and a two-acre plot
Of sweet corn for the market
which doesn't count, so we'll skip
it. Twenty acres, and last summer
you-"
And he went on, reciting facts
and figures that he had cleaned
half an hour earlier in the office
of the county agricultural agent;
and Mr.. Engle, nodding occasion
ally and sucking at his empty
pipe, found no reason to suspect
that his visitor was anything ex-
cept what he represented himself
to be.
And have you your copy OF
| the agreement with the county
agent? I'd like to glance at it,
Mr.. Enkle,' said Larry, in conclusion.
Mr.. Engle looked helplessly about
him, then got to his feet.
Emu" he called There was no
answer, and he repeated the call.
''Em!"
"What'd you want?" said a wom-
ans voice, rasping and impatient,
from somewhere upstairs.
Where's my copy of that corn
hog agreement"
wherever you put it, which
might be most anywhere" said
the voice. Mr.. Engle stared blank
ly at the ceiling. There was a
moments silence; then the woman 5
voice called down, Did you lock
in the desk in the front parlor?
Might be"
The rest Of it was lost, as the
woman apparently moved from one
upstairs room to another. Mr..
Engle looked blankly at Larry, then
mumbled, I'D better go look for it,
and shufled off, through a swing
ing door, to the front of the house.
Larry, left alone in the kitchen,
looked about him with keen inter-
est. He had already learned, from
the county farm agent, that the
Engles were childless and had no