Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 119, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 August 1926 — Page 8

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“The VANTTY CASE”

A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS

_ _ begin here today in Harbor Gardena. Loner Island, in f> n „ *l®b°rate bungalow. lived PERRY HEATH and his wife, MYRA. They were outeriamnia- as house guests: <1 INMAN, a distant relative of Myrjks and. aside from Perry, her only heir, and BUNN\ MOORE, young, goldenhaired, vivacious, an old friend of Myra a. Myra Heath was beautiful but cold-. ne never used rouge, never wore eolors. She collected rare bits of glass, ami her latest was a whisky bottle. which aroused her artist husband s scorn. I revoked at a (trowing intimacy between Perry and Runny, Myra announces she has made her will in favo- of lonian. cutting her husband off That night she quarrels with Perry and allu lea mysteriously to his "secret." Discovering Myra alone- with Inman "te that night, Perry orders Inman out, ot the house by morning, but the next day rtnds Perry Heath gone and his wifes body stretched on the studio floor with candles burning at her head and feet. She is made up with rouge: she is dressed in gay colors. Near her is a card marked, "The Work of Perry Heath. She has been killed by a blow with her cherished whisky bottle. When the coroner comes Inman and Bunny are strangely nervous when made to answer questions. Meanwhile, at the Country Club, the murder is the topic of conversation among SAM ANDERSON, WALLACE FORBES. AL CI'NNINGHAM and others, MRS PRENTISS, jtowing her nephew. TODHUNTER THICK, goes oi'er to the Heaths and invites Bunny to stay at her house next door. Bu.-ny breaks out crying, and Buck, at sight of her beauty, is her •lave. Mrs. Prentiss relates having seen mysterious lights appear and disappear, the night before, in the Heath home, and at the inquest testimony brings out the fact that Bunny Moore knew of the murder before the maid, who went to her room to inform her The coroner then asks Emma, one of the maids, w'hat time it was when she let Katie another maid, in the night of the murder, Emma said it was half-past one —that she looked at the clock in the pantry. ‘‘A fine-time of night for a young woman to be getting home!” exclaimed the coroner, but, remembering that the derelictions of the Heath servants were not his immediate|concern, he went on with his inquiries. “Did you, Emma, see anything unusual about the house at that time?” "No, sir, but I wasn't in this part of the house. The maids’ rooms are in ar\ ell at the back." “I see. And you went straight bark to your room?” “Yes, sir, as soon as I had locked the door after Katie.” “Very well. And Katie, what did you do, on your return?” "I stayed downstairs a moment, or two, and then I went to my room.” "What did you stay down for?” "I went to the icebox, to get something to eat.” Katie blushed a little, but spoke candidly. "Katie’s always eatin'," Herrick murmured, with a tolerant smile. "And then you went up to bed?” "Yes, sir, I did.” "And saw nothing unusual, nor anybody about?” Katie hesitated for a bit, and then, suddenly jerking up her head, she said, “No, sir,” in a loud, clear voice. "You are sure?" the coroner urged, for he had a feeling she was not telling the truth. “Sure,” she replied, firmly, and Osborn dropped the query, and led her to tell of her finding the dead woman in the studio. This recital was just as she had told it to him before, and the jurors listened eagerly to the details of the unusual 'appearance of Mrs. Heath, and the strange presence of the written card and the burning candles. "The candles were just about to go out?” asked Osborn. "Almost ready to, sir,” agreed Katie. “They burned a bit longer—they were still alive when Herrick came in. Rut they flickered out in a few moments.” The other were questioned, but no further or more definite light was thrown on the mystery of the murder or on the disappearance of Perry Heath. Carter, the ladies’ maid, was the last to be interrogated. Also, she was the only one of the staff who showed real distress or grief. The others seemed a stony hearted lot, but Carter, her eyes red with weeping, truly grieved for the mistress she had loved and cared for. Asked what she knew of Myra's last hours, she said: "I dressed Mrs. Heath for dinner last evening. She was a bit fussy about her clothes, as she often was. I tried three gowns before she was spited. Then, when I brought that white georgette, she said, ‘Yes, that’s the very thing, Carter. I’ll wear that.’ So, I put it on her, and she said, laughing like, ‘They’re all at me to wear a touch of color. S’pose I wear some red beads?’ Cut T could see she didn't mean it, and I held up two necklaces for her < hoice, one a sjring of crystal beads and one of pearls. And she chose the pearls, and I clasped them round her neqk and she looked beautiful—just beautiful!" - "She didn’t use rouge or powder?” "A dash of powder, yes, sir. But not rouge—oh, no, never.” "Have you seen her —this morning?"

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"Yes, sir” —Carter almost broke down at the memory of it, but she went on. “Yes, sir, I have. And whoever could have tricked her out like that, I don't know. But she looks beautiful now, to my way of thinking.” ‘‘Go back to last night. After you dressed Mrs. Heath for dinner did you see her again? At bedtime?” "No sir. When Mrs. Heath was diping at home, in Just a simple gown, she never required me to help her prepare for bed. I was not expected to he on duty after she went clown to dinner, and I had laid out her night things.” "Then the last time you saw her alive, was wlTen she went down to dinner last evening?” “The very last, sir.” ’’And did you go to her room this morning, expecting to see her there?” ‘‘Oh, no sir. I went down to my breakfast and tlTn the others told me what had happened.” "You went in to look at Mrs. Heath?” “Yes, but I couldn’t stay a moment. The sight was too much for me. I almost fainted. I've a weak heart. And, too. Herrick bid me take up Miss Moore’s tray and to tell her the terrible news. So I had to do that.” “You had to break the news to Miss Moore? That was a hard task. How did she take it?” “Very hard, sir. She was fobbing when T went into the room, and — well, we wept together, sir.” ‘‘Yes, doubtless. But, what was Miss Moore crying about—before you' had a chance to tell her about what had happened?” “I don’t know, sir.” Carter looked surprised. It was quite evident she hadn’t thought of this before. "Never mind, she will speak for herself. You are excused. Miss Moore, will you please answer a few questions?"

CHAPTER XII Quietly composed, Bunny gave the corner her attention, thougli she was not asked to leave the chair where she was sitting. "Why were you crying when Career came to yout room this morning?” “I can not see any reason why I should tell you that, Doctor Osborn,” the girl said, quietly, but with a stubborn note in her voice. "Nor can I see any reason why you should not tell me,” was the equolly quiet return. “This is an occasion, Miss Moore, when seemingly intrusive questions must Vie asked and should be answered. Why do you object to telling the cause of youi tears?” "Only because I was crying about a private and personal sorrow, and I cannot see that it has anything to do with the inquiry you are conducting.” *v “Then you refuse to tell me the cause of your grief?” “I certainly do. Anything I can tell you bearing on this—this tragedy, I will. But my own personal sorrows are not for public investigation.” Bunny's voice was so cairn and her manner so dignified that it contrasted curiously with her pert little face and her smiling mouth. The girl couldn’t help smiling, and it was impossible for the coroner not to be in sympathy with her. So he merely said, “Then when Carter told you of Mrs. Heath's death, that was the first you knew of it?" “Oh course,” said Bunny, her blue eyes staring at him in amazement. “Then what did you do?” “I dressed at once and came down stairs.” “And went to the studio?”’ •’Y^s.” “Who else was in the studio at that time?”

"Doctor Conklin, the family physician. went in just as I did. He began at once to examine the —the body, and I went out of the room.” "Miss Moore, have you any idea where Mr. Heath* can be?” "Not the slightest.” "When did you see him last?” “I-ast evening, when I said good night to them all, and went up to my room. “Who do you mean by them all?” "Mr. and Mrs. Heath and Mr. Inman. When I went upstairs, they were all in the studio.” "You recognize the old which was obviously the fatal weapon, as one belonging to Mrs. Heath’s collection?” “Oh, yes. It was the latest one she had acquired, and she said It was a most valuable one.” ( “Was it a subject of discussion during the evening?” “Why, I think it was. Mr. and Mrs. Heath disagreed a bit as to Its artistic value.” \ tWno held the bottle at the time of this discussion?” “Why—l don’t know. Yes, now I look llliok, I/think Mrs. Heath was

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holding It. She was sort of polishing It with her handkerchief. She loved her old glass and would often rub up the pieces until they shone.” “I see. .Then—be careful, please, this Is important—you seem to have a mental picture of Airs. Heath, polishing her cherished antique, with her handkerchief. What did she do with it then?” “I'm sure I don't remember. I think she set it down on the table—but I don’t recollect that definitely.” “Do you, Mr. Inman?” “I have a vague notion that she did so, but I couldn't swear to It. How is this point important?” “Because, Mr. Inman, finger print experts have examined the fragments of the broken glass bottle, and they have discovered that the only finger prints on the pieces are those of yourself and Miss Moore.” “That is not surprising,” Larry said, without the quiver of an eyelash, “for both Miss Moore and myself held the bottle and examined it during the evening.” "But Mrs. Heath wiped the glass clear with her handkerchief. Did you two handle It again after that?” “Why—l—we must ha,ve done so,” Inman said, hesitantly, “else how could our finger prints get on the pieces? You are sure of your facts, I suppose?” “Yes, Mr. Inman, we are positive. Now, to put the matter plainly, we are, of course, searching for the hand that wielded that brutal weapon, and thereby ended the life of Mrs. Heath. We know that the prints of two people are In evidence

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on the glass, and no others, aWe hold that if the murderer grasped the bottle after your prints and Miss Moore’s prints were on it, his own would have been superimposed also.” “I have been told that the modern criminal guards against finger prints and protects his hands with gloves or with a piece of fabric.” “You are right,” the coroner looked at him gravely, “hut if, in this case, the murderer had done so, even the gloves he wore, or the bit of cloth he used would have blurred and smeared the previous prints. On the contrary they are clear and plain.” “Then I can give you no explanation of these conditions. I myself, left the room only a few minutes after Miss Moore’s departure, and at that time Mr. Heath and his wife were there alone! and the old bottle stood on the table. As I said, if my finger prints were found on it, or Miss Moore's, they must have been put there earlier in the evening, and the murderer who took up the bottle later, failed to c'lsturb them.” “You ' are a relative of Mrs. Heath’s?" “Our mothers were cousins. That is not a very close relationship, but Mrs. Heath had no nearer kin.” “And you are her heir?” "She'gave me to understand that.” “Then she was not devoted to her husband?” / \ “Oh, they were good pals,” Larry shrugged his shoulders. “But they were so unlike and their tastes so uncongenial, that one could scarcely call them devoted.” • \ v i

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“Wag Mr. Heath jealous of you? Os your attentions to Jiis wife?” “Jealous is too strong a word. I think it piqued him to have his wife appear interested, even to a slight extent, in any other man.,” “Dog in the manager type, then?" “Exactly that. Perry Heath was proud cf his wife, but he was irritated by her unwillingness to do as he wanted. Mrs. Heath was strongwilled, and Heath resented her indel*endent attitude.” “Where do you think Perry Heath now is?” i "I have not the slightest idea, but the man is quite clever enough to hide himself where he will not be found.” , /’You think, then, that he killed his wife?” “What else can I think? I left the pair here alfne. Next thij.g I hear of them she is dead and he is missing. In default of other evidence what other theory is possible?” "True enough. But how did the man get out?” “Supposing some other murderer, how did he get in?” “That is. aside the issue. I hold that Perry Heath could not get out of this house last night, pnless someone inside had let him out and locked the door after him.” "Os course, that Is so,” Larry spoke thoughtfully. “But where does that lead us?” “To the presumption that Heath did go away on some legitimate errand. That Mrs. Heath let him out and locked the door after him. That later someone entered the studio

and In a sudden fit of angry passion brained Mrsl. Heath with the murderous bottle.” “Then,” and Larry smiled dryly, “how did that man get out?” "He didn’t,” said the coroner. “He Is still In the house, then?” "Perhaps so.” "I will not pretend to misunderstand you, Dr. Osborn. You mean th.at the murderer was a regular inmate of this house, either family, guest or servant?” “You have stated the assumption accurately, Mr. Inman.” (To He Continued) WFBM WILL OPEN SEASON SEPT. 6 Times Programs to Be Resumed Sept. 10. Robert Miller, program director of WFBM, local broadcasting station of Light Company, announced today that the station would go on the air for the fall and winter season Monday evening, Sept. 6, at G:3O, with a musical program by the Athletic Club orchestra, under the direction of George Irish. The Circle

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