Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 126, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 September 1926 — Page 8

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“The f AMITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love ~ By CAROLYN WELLS

. BEGIN ITERE TODAT MRS. PRENTISS spp? lij-ht.a mygUriP.'iply, appear and disappear in the HEATH household next door one nisht. aid ihe next day Harbor Gardens Lon* \slarld_ls agog 'lth the murder of MYRA HEATH and tlie disappearance of her husband. PERRY. _ _‘ipue fuesls of the Heaths sre T.A'TRENCE INMAN heir to Myra's fortune, fhd BLNN V MOORE. vivacious, goldtn„naired. to whom suspicion points because of her refusal to answer questions. MjTa Heath was peculiar. She never used cosmetics, neper wore colors She had a mania for collecting glass, and it was a rare old whisky bottle from her collection that the murderer used to kill her. Candles were burning at her head and feet nnd nearby was a card marked The Work of Perry Heath " Strangest of all. she was heavily made np and garbed in gay colors The peculiar thing about Heath's dis appearance is that all the windows and doors had been locked on the inside the night before and were found that way in the morning. Finger prints of Bunny Moore and Inman found on the bottle. . At the Couniry Club the murder is discussed by SAM ANDERSON Heath's rival for the c'ub [residency; At. CUNNINGHAM. who is trying the crime, and others Some belike Heath the murderer Anderson disagree TODHUNTER BUCK nephew of Mrs. Prentiss and in love with Bunny, suggests to Cunningham that Heatli also may have been murdered. EMMA, a waitress In the H=ath home tells of seeing Bunny ascend the stairs about the time of the murder carrying her vanity case. Later Bunny is amazed to get a phone call from Perry math, advising her to keep silent Detective Mott learns fmm HERRICK The Heath butler, that Myra and Perry Heath had quarreled over Bunny the night of the murder. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXV While the confab was going on in the Heath studio, Mrs. Prentiss was sitting at her window, wondering whether to go over to the Heaths' house or not. Her curiosity was as strong as usual and her inclination was to go. but a strange sense of caution held her back. She felt, Intuitively, that she could do no good over there and might do harm. Moreover, she could have a report of what had transpired, when her nephew and her guest reappeared, and so, Mrs. Prentiss sat, waiting and thinking. The telephone rang, and Mrs. Prentiss answered it herself. This was her custom, for her quick curiosity never could wait for the intervention of a servant’s offices. A man’s voice said, “May I speak to Miss Moore, please?’’ “Who is calling?’’ Mrs. Prentiss responded, in a tone which she endeavored to make sound like that of a servant. ‘‘No matter. Merely ask Miss Moore to come to the telephone. This is important.’’ The voice was cold, dictatorial and impatient. Clearly, the speaker was in a temper. Now, Mrs. Prentiss did not know Perry Heath well, but her ever present intuition hinted to her that it might he she was listening to his voice. It didn’t sound exactly like Heath, but some voices are different ori the telephone, and she couldn't be sure. Taking a chance, she said, still in the deferential tone of a servant: “Is Mr. Heath? Miss Bunny said stie would not speak on telephone to any one else.” Mrs. Prentiss heard the astonished gasp at the other end of the line, and grinned with satisfaction. But the reply came: “Heath? Xo. this is—this Is Jackson. Please tell Miss Moore I must speak with her. You may say I have important news for her.” Suddenly Emily Prentiss felt that she was overstepping the bounds of propriety. She was a gentlewoman, not a detective. and she had no right to intercept or eavesdrop upon a private communication. So she said simply, “Miss Moore is next door at the Heath house. If you frish, you can call her there." “Thank you,” was the response, and without further good-by, the voice ceased.

The advice, however, was followed, for a few moments later the telephone bell rang in the Heath Btudio. Inman reached for the receiver, but. Mott was too quick for him. Grasping it first, the detective said, briskly: “Hello!'’ "Heilo," said a man's voice, "T want to speak to Miss Moore, and make it snappy!” Though not very quickwitted Mott was ingenio.us, and endeavoring to sound like Herrick, he said: “Miss Moore ainjt here, sir." “Yes, I am!” cried Bunny, so loud that her voice carried over the wire as she sprang toward the instru ment, and tried to wrest it from Mott’s grasp. And so agile and lithe were th° girl's hands, , that she succeeded, and in a moment, she was listening to Heath’s voice. “For Heaven's sake Bunny, you are up against it! Now, listen, I have to speak fast. You fire Emma, send her away off so she can't testify against you. Get rid of Herrick, too, if you can. Those two are in cahoots, and they saw us on the ter race. By the way, there was a lot of money in the desk drawer. I'll

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bet Herrick has stolen that. If so, it'll give you a hold over him. You play innocent baby, and sneak home as spry as you can. I’m not coming back —not at all—get that?” “Yes," Bunny said, faintly. She helplessly dropped the receiver, and burled her face In her hands; while the great sobs came In her-throat. Mott grasped the receiver, but his “hello!" was answered only by a mocking laugh, and a Jeering good by." “That was Heath," he said, with conviction. Mott called Central, and Immediately had an Investigation ordered that must result In knowledge of where the telephone message came from, at any rate. Then the detective turned to Bunny. “You know where Perry Heath is!" he said, accusingly, and the sound of his stern'"accents roused the girl from her crying spell. “I do not!” she declared, and faced him with angry eyes. "See here, Mr. Mott, I'm tired of your prying into my affairs, of your innuendoes and questions. Now if you suspect me of a hand in my friend's death, then I'd rather you'd say so straight out. and stop this boating around the bush." “All right. I will, Miss Moore. As you asked me to do, I am speaking straightforwardly. The time has passed for mincing matters. To my mind, the death of Mrs. Heath must have been brought about by one of three persons—her husband or one of her two house guests. Her husband is out of the question, because it was impossible for him to get out of the house end leave It locked and bolted behind him. Also, Mr. In man is not a likely suspect, beeause fie was in love with the lady. “I am told that Mr. Inman's af section for Mis. Heath was known not only to her husband and household, but to most of her friends and acquaintances. Now. even granting tii -t he would be inheritor of her estate. Mr. Inman is not going to kill the woman he loves. Then, where can we look for the murderer but to her girl friend, the visitor of Mrs. Heath, who is, Incidentally. in love with Mrs. Heath's husband, and will doubtless some Jay marry him?" "What?" Bunny’s face was dead ly white and her eyes stared in horror and dismay. "That's the way things look," said Mott. “Also, It must be remembered, t<hat Miss Moore's fingerprints are on the broken bottle, which was used as the weapon of death—” “Mine are there, too, I am told,” exclaimed Larry Inman. "Yes, but yours are over those of Miss Moore—superimposed upon hers. This, as you can't help seeing, proves that the bottle was tirst used by Miss Moore, as a deadly weapon, and afterward picked up or examined by Mr. Inman. Perhaps he was present at the time, and wrested it from Miss Moore's hand, thus leaving his prints above her own. Now, the matter of the vanity case, it has been proved, to the satisfac tion of the police, that the make-up on Mrs. Heath's face was applied after she was dead, and also that the materials used are same as those in Miss Moore's vanity case. It is further assumed, though of course this cannot be a matter of actual proof, that the color was applied by either a woman or an artist. Had an intruder, such as a burglar or midnight marauder, committed thi* - crime, he would not, probably could i not, have applied that make-up with j such a degree of skill and artistic taste. But an artist could do !r, or —a woman could do It! Miss Mcore. did you apply the cosmetics to Mrs Heath's dead face?"

Mott intended this as a bold stroke. He turned suddenly and faced Bunny with his question, poken in a brutal, threatening tone, ind accompanied by a stern, accusing glare. Bunny turned white, attempted to ; speak, then swayed in her seat, and toppled over sideways CHAPTER XXVI Todhunter Buck sprang to catch her, his own lips white and quiver- I ing with fury. “How dare you?” he cried, “no | police authority gives you a right to j frighten a young lady like that!” "Don't show contempt for the i law, nr interefere with its processes I Mr. Buck,” Mott said, sternly, in no ( wise disconcerted by Tod's out- j burst. It was at this moment that A1 Cunningham arrived. He looked curiously at the little group. Bunny, whose faintness had been naerely momentary, was clinging to Buck's arm. her face drawn with fear and terror, her whole frame trembling with nervous excitement Inman was apparently dazed —his hands moved twitchingly and he was looking wildly about, but was seemingly unable ttf speak. Mott was stern, implacable, like an avenging instrument of the law, and Todhunter Buck was trying to control himself, and master the sit uation. Scenting a good chance, as Cunningham’s entrance made a slight diversion, Buck whispered to Bunny, “Come on!” and without further ceremony, he led her swiftly through one of the open French windows, across the terrace, and over across the lawns to his aunt's house. “My dear child!” said that goed lady, as she took the distressed girl in her arms, “what have they been doing to you?” "They’ve been persecuting her. Aunt Emily,” the nephew declared hotly. “That man Mott Is a brute! a beast! I wouldn’t have minded if he had asked Bunny questions, if he had been courteous about it I wouldn’t have minded even his accusations. if he had shown a decent consideration for her. But he banged his talk like a sledge-hammer, and he glowered at the poor thing like a demon of wrath—oh, he was horrible!” By reason of Toddy's valiant indignation and Mrs. Prentiss' cooing endearments, Bunny began to revive her drooping spirits, and recover her poise.

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“You are both so good to me!” she exclaimed, “it sort of makes up for that awful man's treatment of me. How could he say I would —do —do that to Myra! Oh, Mrs.' Prentiss. who did do it? Who killed her? And who could touch up her face after she was dead? Perry couldn't do that! I'm sure he couldn’t. 1 couldn’t—and Larry couldn’t —’’ “What about the servants?” Mrs. Prentiss was secretly devoured with curiosity. “It's too absurd to Imagine Herrick doing that, and none of the others was about —” “Emma," suggested Mrs. Prentiss. ‘‘Oh, Emma, she couldn't "use a lipstick as that one was used!" “Her husband could have done it,” put in Tod. ”Oh, no!” Bunny looked agonized. “They were not entirely congenial, but he never would kill her!" “But didn't he often urge her to use color dn her face?” persisted Mrs Prentiss, still curious. “Yes, we all did. W T e coaxed her to try it now and then. But nobody could make Myra do anything she didn’t want to do." “Did Carter, her maid, want her to use make-tjp?" said Toddy, suddenly. “Oh yes, but she had stopped asking Myra to do so. Myra had scolded her too often for suggesting it.” “I’ll bet she's the murderer, then,", said Buck, thoughtfully. “She had opportunity, in the sense that anyone in the house had opportunits*. She had motive If, as I've heardj Mrs. Heath left her a sum of money

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in her will. And if she did kill her mistress, she's the only one in the house who could apply that careful make-up, and who would have the callousness, the heartlessness to do it. Why, if you or Mr. Inman or Mr. Heath had killed the lady, not one )f you could have been so devoid of common human feeling as to put on that make-up!” Bunny gave him a grateful glance. "Os course we couldn't!" she exclaimed. "And. though it seems too dreadful to suspect Carter, yet—well, she Is a mysterious sort of woman—” “How?” eagerly Inquired Mrs. Prentiss. “Oh, nobo&y knows anything about her early life, where ehe came from and all that. Then, she has a fearful temper—Myra discharged her three times for impudence and tantrums." “It was certainly a crime of passion,” Buck said, musingly. “You see, Mrs. Heath, for some reason, went down to the studio late at night. Then somebody name to her there, and had—must have had a discussion with her, that became a quarrel, a desperate quarrel, and resulted In the person, whoever It may have been, Impulsively grabbing up that bottle and bashing Mrs. Heath on the temple. When the poor lady died, the heartless, soulless murderer proceeded to make up that dead face, to see how she would look. And. you see. Bunny, they used your vanity case. Tliat Is pretty well proved, tos, I think. Now, holp did

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that vanity case get back In your room?" Though Buck spoke casually. Bunny looked up at him quickly, to see if he-were laying a trap for her. But if so, he got small satisfaction. “I don't know,” she said, simply. “Didn't you carry it upstairs, late at night, at half past one, as Emma declares?" Todhunter Buck spoke gently, but he evidently expected an answer. "No," said Bunny. "Emma made that up. She is a born liar." Buck said no more, but lighting a cigaret, he strolled out on the porch. Meantime, AJ Cunningham was listening to Mott's emphatlo state ments that the Moore Baby was the murderer of her friend and hostess. Larry Inman treated the idea with scornful contempt, but Cunningham, with open mind, listened to the detective's arguments.— “You see. it couldn't have been Heath himself,” Mott declared, “because he went away after the house was locked up. I haven't a doubt but that he was the man seen by the chap who sat in the back arbor with Katie, at about 1 o’clock that night. In fact, the young fellow has declared himself certain that It was Heath who sneaked away from the house. Well, the whole thing occurred after that, do you see? Very likely Mrs. Heath saw her husband out, and locked the door after him. He was In the habit, I’m told, of going off to New York suddenly and unexpectedly, and nobody thought

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anything of it. Then, say, Mrs. Heath came back to the studio somebody came to her there, and that somebody killed her. It must have been somebody in the house \s to the question of Miss Moore, i here are too many positive bits of evidence against that girl to let suspicion stray in any other direction. She was In love with the husband. therefore, of course, jealous of the wife." ‘Look here, Mott,” Larry buret forth, "I will not sit here and hear that child maligned without a word of protest. Miss Moore is absolutely incapable of such a thing as murder!" "Don't be absard, Mr. Inman." Mott's tones were Icy, relentless “Just because a woman Is young and pretty, she can’t be put outside the pale of suspicion. Miss Moore’s fingerprints are on the bottle, under your own. Misa Moore’s vanity case was used, also her crimson scarf. Miss Moore was seen going upstairs with that vanity case in her hand after the time the murder Is assumed by the medical men to have been committed. Miss Moore was found crying wildly In bed the next morning, when the servant camA to tell her of the tragedy. She already knew it! I have checked up all my facts, I have sifted all the evidence, and I find no flaw in my reasoning, no loophole of escape from my convictions. I, too, am amazed at such a crime at the hands of such a young and beautiful girl.” "Your arguments are not without

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truth and Justice, Mr. Mott," Cunningham said, very seriously. “And it does seem that you have evidence, of a sort, against Miss Moore. Arc you going to arrest her?” “Not immediately. But she Is under surveillance, and an attempt to leave Gaybrook Harbor would,' of course, result in her detention. But we have reason to believe she has knowledge of Mir. Heath's mo\Je ments. He doubtless knows of her crime, and Is lying low against the time when she can get away and join him. Then they will both disappear and never be heard of again.” z“You know this?” asked Cunningham. gravely. “Not by actual proof, but by the strongest implications. And here comes my messenger now, with word of Heath's present whereabouts.” Mott unfolded a note brought him by a boy, and with a brief ejaculation of annoyance, he declared; “Well. I suspected as much! When Heath telephoned Miss Moore this morning, he was in New York, in a pay station." (To Be Continued) >nSS MILLER BREAKS DOWN Dus to a nervous break-down Just suffered by Patsy Ruth Miller “What Happened to Father," In which she was to play a featured role and which was scheduled to go into production last week at War ner Bros, studio, has been postponed until later in the season. Miss Miller has been working continually for

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