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SYNOPSIS During a party at her home, wealthy Mrs. Violet Elderbank is murdered and her jewels stolen. Among the guests were June and Jimmy Kirkman, her neighbors, and their tenants, St. Gregory Valcour, pseudo artist; Glenn Thurber, a newspaper reporter and dignified Douglas W. Coultney, a statistical expert. Marjorie Clarken, Thurber’s fiancee, and Roger Duane, a specialty dancer, are also present. The crime occurred while the house was in darkness and drums were beating for Roger's Zulu dance. Violet had been summoned to a private telephone in her bedroom. Her maid, Elsie, found her chloroformed and gagged. About that time. Price Merriam, Violet's secretary and companion, who operated the lights for Roger's dance, had difficulty in turning them on after having put them out for Roger’s entrance. Thurber disappeared during the performance to make a telephone call next door. Valcour had gone there to get some of his paintings for Violet. Elsie the maid claims she was busy in the kitchen when the telephone rang, but both Merriam and Cuppies, the butler, state she was not there. According to Cuppies the call was from the telegraph office stating it had a message from Montreal for Mrs. Elderbank. A checkup reveals there was no such call but that Glenn Thurber telephoned at 12:21. Thurber emphatically denies this. As he is about to let Darden into his room, Thurber discovers his key is missing. The reporter’s fingerprints are found on Mrs. Elderbank’s phone. Valcour claims that while he was in his studio getting the pictures, he saw Thurber come in, but did not see him go out again, nor did he hear Thurber telephoning. CHAPTER XV “When yon came in the front door of this house did you notice anybody in the areaway, under the steep?” Valcour paused warily. “Why, I can't swear that I did, Sergeant; but it seemed to me at the time that I did hear some one.” “Under the stoop, you mean’” “Yes, sir. Like somebody’s foot scraping or something.” “Well, what was it? Did you stop to investigate?” Valcour smiled thinly. “Why, no, air, I didn’t. I figured if there was anybody there it wasn’t any friend of mine.” “And it was about ten minutes later when you saw the maid come running down the stairs?” “Yes, sir. About that.” “If it had been the maid you heard in the areaway under the stoop, then, she would have had time to go upstairs the back way, remain five or six minutes up there, and come running down the stairs as she did when you saw her—would she not?” Valcourt eyes widened. “You suspect that girl, Sergeant?” he queried in a low tone. “Never mind what I suspect. Answer my question.” “Why, yes, sir, I suppose she would have had time.” The Sergeant questioned Valcour to a considerable extent further, but could elicit nothing more that was useful. “Well, run along now,” bade the Sergeant. “Gosh, it’s three o’clock now, and I’ve got more people to talk to. No—wait a minute,” he ordered as Valcour moved toward the door. Valcour turned apprehensively. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before, Buddy?” demanded the Sergeant. “I don’t know.” quavered Valeour. “Well, never mind, it win eome beck to me.” “Unless,” said Valcour, trembling, “it was at police headquarters.” “Headquarters? What were you doing there?” Valcour told him, much agitated. "Hm! Had you in the line-up. eh? That’s right. That’s where I saw you. Turned you loose, did they?” “Yes, sir, it was all a mistake,” protested Valcour. and began to explain. “All right, well go into that later. Tell them to send Cupples in to see me.” The Sergeant inquired of Cupples as to the number of persons remaining upstairs. "Only Miss Clarken and the dancer, Mr. Duane—he is washed up and has his clothes on now, sir,’’ said Cupples. “That all?”

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“Yes, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Kirkman, Mr. Runkel and Mr. Coultney all went home, next door, you know I believe the officer said yor did not have them on your list of those who were to remain.” “AU right Send in thia fellow Duane." As Duane was coming downstairs two white uniformed internes were admitted at the front entrance. They were the men from the Department of Public Welfare who had come for the body of Violet Elderbank. Sergeant Darden studied the South African dancer briefly. Roger Duane’s large eyes regarded him mournfully—they were eyes with a trick of naivete. Roger could summon a disarming expression of

Iw -W k\ Ji mb V 1 st* ' ls WjW VJ "She came to the night club where I have been dancing,” said Roger. “Mr. Merriam was with her.”

wonderment and innocence that might disguise heaven knew what thoughts beneath. The Sergeant frowned uneasily, as though dissatisfied with what he saw. “Where were you,” he demanded —it had become a habit with him now—“when this woman was murdered?” “I am afraid,” said the melancholy South African, “that I was in the chimney—a most compromising position.” Darden grinned in spite of himself. "Os all the darned fools,” he commented, “you people around here win the poison! Get naked and black up and slide out of chimneys to do a nigger dance! What time was it when you got in this chimney?” “Why. I think Mr. Merriam said it was about twelve-forty-five when he put out the lights so I eould slip into the library He had looked in at the dressing room a few minutes previously to ask me whether I was all ready.” “Merriam was the last man you saw before you started this idiotic stunt?” “Yes, sir. With reservations as to your adjective. It was not idiotic. It was a most artistic entrance.” “Listen: This woman was murdered between twelve-twenty-five and twelve-forty-five, when you say you started your dance.” “Yes, sir?” “Where were you during that twenty-minute period?” “Why. I was in my dressing room. I suppose.” faltered Duane “I was getting made up for the dance.” “Yeah? You were already made up for the lance when you came here from O’Brien's Night Club. Yes or no?” “Why, yes, sir, 1 was blacked up. but I was more or less dressed—T had ta undress when I got here, and add a few finishing touches. I had to make up my hands again, for instance—l had washed them.”

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“Yeah? Was there anyone with you in that dressing room during that twenty-minute period from twelve-twenty-five to twelve-forty-five?" “Why, no, sir. The drummers had been in there a little before that, but I waited and let them finish their make-up first because they had to get out into the halls and start their drumming.” “Yeah?" Darden crouched forward aggressively. “Then you’ve no way of proving that you were in that dressing room between twelve-twenty-five and twelve-forty-five—-have you?” Duane shrugged uneasily. “Why, Mr. Merriam looked in. as I told you.” “Yeah.” Darden referred to his

notes. “Mr. Merriam looked in at twelve-twenty-five—we’ve got that checked two ways, son. After that there was twenty minutes when you could have done whatever you wanted to do—slipped upstairs, maybe, slipped back dowp when the lights went out.” “But why should I,” cried Roger impatiently, “want to go slipping up and down stairs?” “That’s what I’m here to find out. How long had you known Mrs. Elderbank?” Roger subsided resignedly. “Possibly three weeks. She came to the night club where I have been dancing. Mr. Merriam was with her and he came back to ask me, after my dance, whether I might be open for private engagements. I told him I was, provided they did not interfere with my dancing at the club. Then he invited me and Mr. Valcour, who happened to be with me in the dressing room, ta come to their table and have a bite to eat or something to drink with them. That is how I met Mrs. Elderbank.” “How often have you seen her, since then?” “Once, at a party next door, about a week ago.” “Hm! Listen, Duane—are you mixed up with that crowd of thieves and gunmen who hang around Barney O'Brien’s?” Roger’s large eyes went larger. “Thieves and gunmen? Why, I never heard of any thieves and gunmen around O’Brien’s. It seemed a very respectable place to me.” “Oh, it did, eh? How long have you danced there?” “Eight weeks, counting thia week.” “Where before that?” “Nowhere. I had a tryout far vaudeville, and they admitted I was good, but they wouldn’t pay enough to justify a decent set and some drummers for the act.” (To Be Continued) '"•DTrlfbt. 1834. bj Edvtn D Turtßiwa i DULributed by Kljim Featsrw Sywtfctu. Im.

DECATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT SATURDAY, MARCH 9. 1!&>.

Judge George B- Harris, as he retired from the bench hero, issued a public statement urging all judges in Ohio be appointed by the governor instead <d elected by popular vote. He pointed to the fact that many attorneys, endorsed by bar associations, often ran lowest on the ballot. ■————o -- — Yellowstone Park .Elk Go On Breadline Jackson, Wyo. —(UP) —Even the elk are joining the federal government’s breadline in preference to going out and foniging for themselves. A large part of the 20,050 herd here have accepted the dole for bh-e same reason that millions of persons throughout the United States are on relief —to keep from starving. Last year's drouth is r sponsible for their condition. There is not enough natural hay in the southern portion of Yellowstone Park tor many of them to live on, «o ttbey

SYNOPSIS During a party at her home, wealthy Mrs. Violet Elderbank is murdered and her jewels stolen. Among the guests were June and Jimmy Kirkman, her neighbors, and their tenants. St. Gregory Valcour pseudo artist. Glenn Thurber, a newspaper reporter and dignified Douglas W Coultney, a statistical expert Marjorie Clarken, Thurber’s fiancee, and Roger Duane, a specialty dancer, are also present The crime occurred while the house was in darkness and drums were beating for Roger’s Zulu dance Violet had been summoned to a private telephone in her bedroom. Her maid, Elsie, found her chloroformed and gagged. About that time. Price Merriam, Violet’s secretary and companion, who operated the lights I for Roger's dance, had difficulty in , turning them on after having put | them out for Roger’s entrance. | Thurber disappeared during the performance to make a telephone cal! next door. Valcour had gone | there to get some of his paintings for Violet. Elsie the maid claims she was busy in the kitchen when 1 the telephone rang, but both Met-, riam and Cupples, the butler, state < she was not there According to Cupples the call was from the tele- . graph office stating it had a mes- I sage from Montreal sot Mrs. Elderbank A check-up reveals there was no such call but that. Glenn Thurber telephoned at 12:21. 1 Thurber emphatically denies this. As he is about to let Darden into his room, Thurber discovers his key is missing. The reporter's fingerprints are found on Mrs Elder- i bank’s phone. Valcour claims that I while he was tn his studio getting the pictures, he saw Thurber come in, but did not see him go out again, nor did he hear Thurber telephon- . iug Roger tells the police he was • putting the finishing touches to his 1 make-up between 12:25 and 12:45 P. M., the time the murder was committed. • CHAPTER XVI Darden asked further questions; which elicited the facts that Duane i had been in New York a year and a half, that he bad come on a tramp ' steamer from Liverpool, that when , he had no dancing job he worked in Lurner’s comb and brush factory, around the corner He gave the Sergeant several references. He lived two blocks away “All right you can go home.” said Darden. “But don’t change < your job or your address without . letting me know Don’t try any lamming." “Any what, sir?" “Don’t try to get away.” “Why should I try to get away?” , There was injured innocence and a shade of mischief, too, in Roger’s voice. “I’m rather enjoying being blackguarded by the police If you’d only arrest me- -the prize windfall , of a generation! ’Zulu Dancer Held , in Gem Theft Murder!' Swell, as you say' Don’t you agree?' ; “You beat it.” growled the Ser- | geant. “Or I’ll put you where you won’t have room for Zulu dancing.” | Darden, weary and depressed, followed him into the hall and watched him depart Then the Sergeant went upstairs, slowly and ; thoughtfully. In the hallway above j he met Price Merriam There was a sound of sobbing from the library. “What’s going on in there?” he | inquired of Merriam. “It’s the girl, Miss Clarken. She’s crying. Can’t you talk to her soon. Sergeant, so she may go home?” “I’d be crying, too, if I were a | friend of this bird Thurber Tell , her I’ll see her in a minute or two ” Something impelled Darden tn go , up for a final inspection of the room from which the body of Violet Elderbank had been removed. The police- ] man was still on guard there, silent ( Md impassive He nodded to Dar- ( den but did not speak The Sergeant was preoccupied, j He roamed about the room with his j head thrust out in its oddly chronic attitude of listening, but he was looking as well, and very minutely. He drew out his flashlight to aid 1 him at the canopied bed Its four posts upheld a silken eanopy of 1

have been comiDF down to the government refuge here in increaai ig numbers. Giri Puts Teeth in Own Law Cleveland.-<W!>-A robber with teeth marks on his right hand was sought here, following his eneounter with Miss Mildred Wetzel. a hospital nurse. Miss Wetzel was accosted by the robber as she was leaving the hospital, held on and hit him before he Jerked away her purse, containing $9. ■O' Suicides Over Blindness Warren. 0. — (U.R) — Despondent since he became blind a year ago, August Viden, 46, stabbed himself to death Itere with a pair of shears. A rope ind a broken key, found near his home garage, Indicated he had apparently first planned to hang himself, police said. — — "O Exhibit Soldier’s Skeleton Louisburg. N. C —(U.R)—A human skeleton, believed to be the remains of a French soldier who died in the long fight for Canada be-

oiue, studded with stars sewn in gold. The Sergeant with an exclamation dropped to one knee and trained his flashlight on an under-coverlet of b»by blue, tinted to match the decoration of the room. The outer spread had been disarranged in the removal of Violet Elderbank’s body, and the coverlet exposed beneath it now revealed a mark that interested Darden intensely On the otherwise spotless fabric was a broad black smear—as of soot, or perhaps burnt cork. Darden took the steps downward three at a bound. He saw two policemen still on guard at the stoop outside. “That chap who just left," ■ queried Darden swiftly, “the one who gave the name of Duane— I which way did he go?” “He went next door," replied one lof the officers “Went in the base- ' ment entrance two-sixty-eight is I the number " * “Good See that he doesn’t come I out. Don’t let anybody out until I get the house covered. I’m going to pin a couple of tails on this felI low Duane." “Yes. sir.” said the officer “We’ve | got you protected.” Darden telephoned for more , plainclothes men, but Detective i Mabry returned just as he replaced I the receiver “Pleased to meetcha,” said Dar- . den with ardor. “What luck with | the phone people, Mabry?” “That fellow was right.” replied the detective. “Thurber. 1 mean. He used the public phone In the hall next door, all right- -he or somebody did call clicked up eleven i minutes past twelve.” “Hm! Well, maybe so.” admitted Darden “But that gave him > plenty of time to beat it up to his apartment and phone there at i twenty-one minutes past twelve. But I why did he do that?” • “Afraid people would hear him talking in the hall downstairs, maybe He didn’t mind if anybody heard him call his office, but when he called Mrs. Elderbank’s private i number— ’’ “That’s true He knew this chap . Valcour was downstairs, probably hoped he’d be overheard—that office call was a sort of an alibi. But Valcour says he didn’t hear anybody telephoning.” “Then Valcour lied, or wasn’t listening, or couldn’t hear from where he was—because somebody used that phone at twelve-eleven and called the Amalgamated Press office.” '•Damnation!“ muttered Darden. “There’s a lot of ins and onts to this funny business.” He told Mabry about his new discovery in Mrs. EL derbank’s bedroom “That dancer!” exclaimed Mabry. “No wonder you want the eye on him. Sergeant He was in on it, too—that looks like a cinch! Who else would have smeared the bedclothing with black that way? Made up with burnt cork and brushed against the bed. Any finger-prints besides?” “Not that I could find, and I won’t bother Nobley again until to-mor-row What I want you to do, Mabry, is to cover the house next door until I get relief for you. Duane is your meat. Got a good look at him. did you?" "Sure I'll know him.” "Go to it then. He lives couple blocks away, and he probably went in next door to chin with somebody. It’s a night and day job. I’ll give you plenty of help.” Sergeant Darden went to the library to interview Marjorie Clarken. She looked a lorn figure in the huge, deserted room, now doubly desolate in its post-party disorder. In the excitement following the news of the murder, chairs had been overturned, floral decorations scattered, other articles knocked askew, and the shield and spear which Roger Duane had used in his dance lay where he had dropped thorn Marjorie defiantly stopped crying when Sergeant Darden confronted her “Well, are you ready to take me tc jail?" she demanded cuttingly.

Itweeu Britain and France, has been placed on exhibition at the museum here The skeleton was washed nway from the embankment at Princess Bastion during a storm. ■' """"" Butterfly Defled Cold Saint John, N. B - (U.R)-While Saint John citizens shivered Ip subaero weather during a recent cold wave. Mrs. Leslie Callaghan caught a multi-colored butfßrfly. Green and yellow with black dots, the butI terfly flew from out of IS below zero weather into her store. It is i now housed iu a glass bowl in the store window. 1 - Sherks Feer Man Memphis, Tenn. — fIJ.R) —Sharks are afraid of man and will not attack him uless cornered or first attacked by man. This is the opinion of Dr. Clinton L. Barker, biology professor at Southwestern University. The educator said man-eat-ing sharks are a myth and pointed out that like lions, they will never attack without provocation.

"Aren’t you just sure 1 killed Mm. Elderbank?" “I am not sure of anything now, Miss Clarken," said the Sergeant coldly, "except that your friend Mr. Thurber telephoned Mrs. Elderbank to call her to her room tonight, that she was murdered there, and Mr. Thurber’s finger-prints were found at the scene of the murder.” Marjorie stamped her foot indignantly. “That isn’t true,” she cried. “Mr. Thurber was here in this room, with me, the whole time—” “And that certainly isn’t true. Miss Clarken. By his own admission he went next door to telephone, just about the time Mrs. Elderbank was murdered.” “Oh—did he?" said Marjorie a little hopelessly. “He didn’t—tell me.” “He didn’t tell you where he was going, naturally.” "But if he went next door he certainly did not go upstairs to Mrs. Elderbank’s bedroom. That is utterly absurd, and you know it.” “It will not seem so absurd to you when you see the evidence. Miss Clarken. An automatic register at the telephone exchange has recorded the call which tricked Mrs. Elderbank into going upstairs where she was killed—and the call came from your friend Mr. Thurber’s apartment, next door. The register is something that doesn't lie. Miss Clarken. And fingerprints do not lie, either.” “It's—it’s impossible,” cried Marjorie desperately "Why should he want to telephone Mrs. Elderbank, when he was right here with her?” “Why should he want to steal her jewelry. Miss Clarken? Perhaps you can tell me that.” “You can’t help being brainless, Mr W hatever-your-name-is. but you can help being insulting.” Darden chuckled. “Oh! Insulting, am I? I suppose Mr, Thurber was a perfect gentleman when he killed this woman?” Marjorie’s blue eyes blazed with hatred, but she did not reply. “Did he need money?* the Sergeant hammered. “Less desperately than you need intelligence, I am sure.” “Were you engaged to be married to him?” “That is none, of your business." “Didn’t make mueh more'- on this newspaper job of his, did ho? Trying to do society on a hundred a week, was he?” “Ask him yourself.” “You’re not very anxious to help him—by helping me—are you?" “I am anxious ta go home and I propose to go than.—that, cr you may take me to jail. Please yourDarden’s tons softened. "I have no wish to take you to jail. Miss Clarken. You haven’t done anything; I'm perfectly sure of that. But if your friend Thurber isn’t guilty you ought to be willing to do your part toward proving it” “I'll prove it—and I'll prove yoifre an ignorant bungler. You’re a high-handed lout, and you’ll pay for your stupidity—don’t forget that” “Are you by any chance threatening me. Miss Clarken?” “I am warning you. My father has money, and he makes no bones about using it. He has influence enough to crush you by batting an eyelash—he’ll clean out your whole miserable police department if he has a mind to.” \ “That won’t be news,” said Darden cheerfully. “We wouldn't be comfortable if we didn't have a shake-up every few weeks. I’m likely to be walking post over in Brooklyn next month, for all I can tell. But that won’t help your boy friend Thurber if he's guilty and I can prove it. The richer they are the harder they fall, lady, when the good old public pack gets ’em up a tree. You see, the rich mustn’t threaten the poor, lady. It makes the poor see red. And the poor make up the mob, which in a terrible beast to have after you.” (To Be Continued) Cornisht. U 3». Bj nemo D DUlrtbuted bj King Feiturw Sn>««u, Im

MARKETREPORTS DAILY REPORT OF LOCAL AND FOREIGN MARKETS •redy’s Market for Decatur, Berne, Cralgvllie. Hoagland and Willshire. Clone at 12 Noon Corrected March 9 No com miss ion and no yardage Veals received Tuesday, Wedneaday. Friday, and Saturday. 100 •« 180 lb«. «... |i.55 120 to HO lbs 17.45 HO to 16U lbs. $8.25 160 to IM tbs 19.10 ISO to 260 lbs. — $9.30 250 to 300 1b« $916 i 300 to 350 lbs. — $8.65 | Roughs — $7.76 Stags - $5-26 Veals $9.50 Ewe and wether Lambs .- SB.OO j Buck Lambs - $7.00. FORT WAYNE LIVESTOCK Fort Wayne, lud.. Mar. 9.—(U.R) —Livestock: Hogs, 15c lower; 200-250 lbs.,' $9.35; 250-300 lbs.. $9.20; 300-350 lbs., $8.90; 130-200 lbs., $9.25; 160180 lbs., $9.15; 150-160 lbs., $8.00; 140-150 lbs.. $8.10; 130-140 lbs., $7.85; 120-130 lbs., $7.35; 100-120 lbs.. $6.85; roughs, $8; stags, $5.75; calves, $9.50; lambs, $8.50. LOCAL GRAIN MAKET Corrected March 9. No. 1 New Wheat, 60 lbs. or better -87 c No. 2 New Wheat (58 Ibe.) 86c 3ats, 32 lbs. test —47 c Tats, 30 lbs. test 46c Soy Beans, bushel $1.15 No. 2 Yellow Corn. 100 lbs. . SI.OB CENTRAL SOYA M’.RKET <o. 2 Yellow Soy Beans $1.15 Delivered to factory. o REDUCED RATES CONTINUED FROM PAGE ONE these 13 counties in an endeavor o develop and promote a broader and increased use of electric enrgy. the petition sets forth. The proposed rates will be similar to slectrie charges in adjacent territories. Among the communities affected by the proposed lower rates are: 'obo, Ceylon. Craigville, Geneva. Toagland, Linn Grove. Magley. Monmouth, Monroeville, Peterson, "easant Mills, Poe, Pretleu Ver ■uz. 3etting Advocates Again Lose Fight ndianapolis, Ind , March 9—(UP) \dvocat s of pari-mutuel betting t their third fig’it in the ndlana gislaturs late yestsrday. The senate rejected an attempt ’ tack a ride on a h:use bill which i riginally ext nded the delinquent ax moratorium. The rider, offered by Sen. Daniel Lynch, D., Hammond, wou’.d have •placed the entire original bill ex:pt the enacting claue and would ave legalized pari-mutuel betting an dog races as well as horse races. o Helen Davison of Rockville, Ind. was a visitor in this city today ind renewed her paper. SALE CALENDAR Mar. s—Frank$ —Frank Falls, 1H mile lorth and % mile east of Ossian. Mar. 11—•FTank Garwood, 4 1 * niiee southeast of Decatur, mile korthweat of Pleasant Mills on tate road 627. March 12—Troutner 4 Spitler, 2 niles south and 2 miles east of illshire, Ohio. March 13 —Fred Barker. - tail .. th and 1 mile west of Con«o> •bio, on Lincoln Highway. March 14—N. J. Wyss, Vfa miles mth of Fort Wuyne on State road <o. 27. n ar. 16 —Anna C. Burkhead. so. h st., Decatur; 6 room house 7 acres of land. AUTO' LOaHS Ciahcn ve«r with hi two ho«r« •f wh«n v*4i If von need r«tra money— to a ear— ' redact payecßts—aec aa. | I Bftumiuin. I: Drrattr, Lid. Phone •-• « Bl I

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