Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 131, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 September 1926 — Page 8

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“The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS 7

BEGIN HERE TODAY MRS PRENTISS sees mysterious ligrnts In the Heath household next door one night, and the next day Harbor Gardens. Long Island, is agog with the murder of MYRA HEATH and the (lisanpeaganee el her husband, PERRY, „ Housb fliests of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myra’s for. tune, and BUNNY MOORE, beautiful, vivacious, to whom suspicion points be. cause of her strange actions, Myra Heath never used rouge, never wore colors, yet when tier body was foui.d she was heavily rouged. She lead a mania for collecting glass, and it Va a rare pid bottle from her collection that tne murderer used to kill her Candles were burning at Iter h<Jul and leet: nearby was a card marl-/® "The Work of Perry Heath." Tiie strange thing uPmit Heath's disappearance is that the w'indows and doors were locked m, the inside the liignt before and were? found that way hi the morning Fingerprints of Bunny Moore and Lffoan were found on the pottle. At tho Country Club the murder hi rtlscusvcf by SAM ANDERSON. Heath s andl H Lj;ir the club presidency; AI. CUNwho is trying tci solve the ® add others. TODHUNTER BUCK, nephew of Mrs. Prentiss and in love with Bunny, believes Heath also mav have been murdered. Bfinny is amazed to get a phone call from Heath. He calls her again, saying Inman Is guilty. Bunity faints un: per a grilling b.y DETECTIVE MOTT. Inman confides to Buck that be saw Bunny ascending the stairs after the murder, and Mott questions all the servants. Katie, a maid, tells of see. nig a man leaving the grounds the night of the murder. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXI "Now, lql&k here, Mr. Detective,” said Herrick, who had been sitting still, -gloomily listening, ‘T’ve got a word to say about that. I locked up Everything when I went upstairs at shortly after eleven-thirty. The whole family was up in their rooms then. Now, my room is kt the third story front, which isn't a regular story, this here house being a bungaloo. But it's a loft, like, and comfortable enough. Any way, that's where I sleep, and it’s right over the tront door. My window was open, and if anybody had gone in or out of that front door, I'd a heard thfm. That door wasn’t opened after I locked It that night, till I opened it the next morning. I know, because the chain bolt is out of order, and I plug a little stick in it. Nobody would do it exactly like I did, and anyways, I just know that door wasn’t opened after I locked It up.” “Very well, Herrick, but maybe Miss Moore let Mr. Heath out by a ivindow.’’ "I’d a heard it if she had. I tell you sir, I’m a light sleeper, and I’ve always got my ears open for burglars, and I tell you there couldn't have been a door or window open in this house that night, 'thout I heard it.” “Did you hear Emma open the dooc for Katie?” " 'Course I did!” Herrick looked contemptuous. “That Emma, she thinks she’s so quiet! She goes downstairs like a hod-carrier, and she opens that back door so careful, that she takes about ten minutes to do it! Last night it stuck it little and she had to jerk it open—ain’t that so, Em?” ”Ye3,” and the girl looked her as-> tonishment. *” ‘Yes, it’s so. And I was thinkin’ I’d oil it next day, and then what happened put it, clear out of my mind.” “How about the studio French windows? Couldn’t a man leave the house that way?” “They all squeak, every one of them," Herrick averred. “I've been meaning to get ’em filled, but I just haven’t. But they squeak somethin' awful! If you don't believe that, Mr, Detective, you just try them.” “Then, Herrick," Mott turned on him, “how did Mr. Heath get out? Emma heard him talking after 12, that was after you locked up, and yet he was gone In the morning. How did he get out?” "That’s what's botherin’ me, sir," and Herrick looked awestruck. “I say, how could he get out? The cellarway was locked inside. Every' door arid window was fastened in the morning when I came downstairs. I’d a' heard any of ’em if they was opened in the night. I don’t know, sir, how he did get out!” “Do you think the man Jimmy Lomax saw was Mr. Heath?" “I don't think so, no, sir. ’Cause why, how could it be? Mr. Heath, lie rouldn’t get out, sir.” “Then is he in the house yet? "I think so, sir.” “Why, Herrick, what do you mean?” “I mean. sir. that the brute as done for Mrs. ILath done for him, too, sir, and hid his dead body somewhere.” “Absurd, my man! That couldn’t be.” "All right, sir, hut you asked me what I thought.” Having gained all he could from the servants, and giving no heed at all to Herrick’s wild surmise, Mott, after further Injunctions not to babble. went away. As he walked round the house, he

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saw Inman on the front terrace, and stopped to speak to him. ,( I say,” Mott began, “do you think Perry Heath- could have been murdered by the assassin of his wife, and his body concealed in the housed’-’ / . "God Lord: What an idea!” Larry stared at him. “Yes, It sounds absurd, I know. But many details of this mysterious case are absurd. I say, do you think it could be possible?” “I certainly do not. But it Is surely a question easily answered. Why not search the house? There are not many hiding places in it that would serve such a purpose.” “Look here, Mr. Inman,” Mott stalked along by the other’s side, as they patrolled the long terrace, “who killed your cousin?” “That’s the question that’s tormenting me to death!" Larry exclaimed, so emphatically, that Mott more than half believed him. “Is it tormenting you because you don t know the answer or because you do ? ” he said, shrewdly. “Just what do you mean by that?” Inman stopped and stared at him. "I mean, do you suspect somebody whom you do not want to suspect? Are your convictions forced to a conclusion that you cannot bear to accept? In a word, do you feel you must suspect Miss Moore, though you hate to do so?” The other glared at him. “No," he said, " I do not suspect Miss Moore, and any one who does must be out of his mind! It’s too absurd!” “Now don't go on to say that that sweet young thing couldn’t commit a crime! Crimes have been committed by young women, by girls, even before this day of the wicked and degenerate flapper.” ”1 suppose, Mr. Mott, your position and your calling give you a light to voice such monstrous beliefs, but I can't believe you really mean them. I think you are putting it to me, to see what I will say to it. Well, sir, I say this. Miss Moore could no more have killed Mrs. Heath than I could myself. And I think your accusation of her is to me to dgny it, and stand up for her, and then you will accuse me, as the ‘only other possibility. Why do you leave Perry Heath out of your reckoning?” “First, because I cannot believe he could be the criminal and place that card in evidence as a clue to his guilt. Another could do it, but not the criminal, himself. Had Heath committed that crime, he would have left a false clue that would have pointed to yourself or to some other person, but not to his own name.” "This doesn't seem to be one of those cases and hat have the regulation clues initialled handkerchiefs, broken cuff links, special sort of tobacco ash—” Footprints, one of a pair of pis tois, library tahle paper cutter, but ton torn from assailant’s coat, —no. Mr. Inman, none of the hackneyed clews are present, except—fingerpi hits. You know of those Impair tant one s on the bottle, —the weapon. How do you explain those?” “I daresay they are easy of ex planation. Both Miss Moore and my self fingered that bottle when Mrs Heath was showing it to us.” “Yes, and after that, Mrs. Heath polished it clean with her delicate handkerchief, leaving no marks on It of any sort.” Oh, I don't know. We must have picked it. up again. Miss Moore and I, after that. You know how Idly, even unconsciously one picks up ob jects that are lying about.” “Yes, hut there are only the prints of you two people, and Miss Moore’s are beneath yours. She grasped it first.” "Indeed," said Larry Inman, and turned nnwy with a yawn. (To Be Continued) OFFICER RESCUES BOAT Tin Vnltnt Prr** NEW VORK, Reps. fi. —George V. MoLhoehl’n. police commissioner of New Yor*. flty, plunged In‘n the sea and swim to the rescue of four oeeu pants of a motorboat Sunday night '■ fter feler>hon!nsr for n police launch' The boat’s motor had stalleld and the ocupants were tired ,wet and fright ened. They feared the treacherous swells might dash their boat to pieces on the rocky shore. They were floating helplessly off-shore from McLaughlin’s summer home at Seat Gate. Reas surer! by his arrival on their boat they waited until the launch ar rived and towed them to shore.

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over the habit when told it threatened her career; she swims like a fish, can turn somersaults from a spring board, drives a racing car and can talk intelligently and frankly on any of the modern subjects.” On the other hand she has studied seven languages, sings operas in four and is well acquainted with five; knows music and musicians and has devoured everything written on both subjects; Is an ardent student and says she has had as much fun working as playing; keeps pace with reading, and converses wittily ,and without self consciousness. Comes of Old Family In brief she combines those qualities that make the '‘modern youth” the topic for so much debate. * Lucretia's is no Cinderella story. Whereas Marion Talley, last season's spectacular young figure in musicdom, came from humble mid-West background, Lucretia traces back to Colonial days. Her folks are cultured, artistocrats, well-to-do New Englanders. Lucretia, It seems, was born with both a sliver spoon and a silver note In her moutl). Fortune Gallo, the opera impresario, who has taken her under his wing and contracted with her to sing principal soprano roles with his San Carlo Grand Opera Company, announces her debut for October in ultra-critical Boston. Unlike Miss Talley, who was quiet, poised and somewhat colorless of manner, little Miss Goddard is dark, fiery, dramatic. What she may

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