Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 144, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 September 1926 — Page 10

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“The VANITY CASE”

A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS

BEGIN HERE TODAY Mysterious lights flash from tl/e Heath bungalow one nieht and the next day Harbor Gardens, Long Island, is agog over the murder of MYRA HEATH and thedisappearanee of her husband, PERRY. House guests of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myras fortune, and beautiful BUNNY MOORE, to whom suspicion points because of her queer actions. Myra Heath never used cosmetics, yet when her body was found she was heavily rouged. A rare old bottle from her collection- of glass had been used to kill her. Candles were burning at her head and feet. At tlfe Country Club the murder is discussed by SAM ANDERSON. Heath s rival for the club presidency: AL CUNNINGHAM, who. is trying to solve the crime, and others. Bunny is amazed to get .a phono call from Perry Heath, saying Inman is the murderer. Cunningham goes to Anderson's house, and there, while waiting for - his host, is confronted by Perrv Heath, , who then slips away in the darkness. Anderson arrives soon after and upbraids Cunningham for letting Heath get away. /TODHTJNTER BUCK, who is in love with Bunny, is witness to a nocturnal meeting between the girl and Heath. He tribe to get Bunny to explain and when she refnses he calls in his friend. STEVE TRUITT, a famous detective. Bunny tells Truitt she had gonq downstairs the night of the murder and seen Myra Heath, not yet cold In death, and Inman peeping from behind a curtain. Truitt arranges for a meeting with Sam Anderson, He then takes Buck with him nud enters, the Heath bungalow by a /’ renc ( l w indow, saying Heath will come in shortly. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY chapter xlv. / Once In, and adjured to silence, Tod merely watched while Truitt noiselessly closed and lockedi the French window, and then stationed Tod behind a good-sized screen that was across a corner of the studio. He gave him a fairly comfortable chair, though not a large one, and then he ruthlessly cut an eyehole In the screen at the right height for Tod's eye while he was seated In the chair. “No matter what happens, don't make a. move until I do,” and then, afraid lest he might not be implicitly obeyefl, he added, solemnly, “Bunny’s life may depend on your absolute silence.” This stretched the long bow a little, but it served its purpose, as Truitt hoped it would. Then he took up his own position which was inside the folds of a long nraperjr curtain, that hung over a little used window. In this he also cut a sjnall peephole, and the vigil •began. Truitt bad dared a low light to make these preparations, bht; he had turned that off anil they were now In total darkness. His greatest fear 'was that Tod wou’d fall asleep, but he banked his hopes on the word he had passed about Bunny, and trusted that the hint would keep the boy awake. Although it seemed hours, it was 4 not so very long before a faint noise was heard at the window whereby they had entered. Both men were alert, watching and absolutely silent. Accustomed now to the darkness, and because of a faint hit of light from the wanin;; moon, they saw a tiny diamond shaped pane move from its place in the window on the east terrace, not a French window, a, fcmall window with latticed upper sash. This pane came out entirely, removed by a hand outside, whose, fingers showed dully pink against the panes. The pane out, a whole hand came through and easily burned the window fastening, after which, the window was slowly and cautiously raised. * Had* Truitt been less imperative Tod could scarcely have withstood an exclamation, as a man’s leg came over the sill, followed by the rest of his anatomy. It was Perry Heath. Though not closely acquainted, Tod had seen him. before and recognized him at once. He knew the long lock* of hair over his forehead that he was continually throwing back, for Heath took off his hat as soon as he was inside. Then, stepping to the door of the lounge, he listened intently for a moment, and apparently satisfied, closed the door very softly, and turned on a small desk light. Tod hoped his aupt was not having an insomnia attack, for she would certainly see that, and perhaps give an alarm. But he had no time for thought, the slghfc of the man was too thrill-

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ing for that. Heath, first of all, went to the bookshelves, took down ft srpall volume and thrust it in his pockety with a nod of decided satisfaction. That'done, he'seemed about to leave, but paused and gazed about the room as if taking note of its contents. He opened a large paintbox, and looked at it contemplatively, then closed it w’ith a little sigh. On the desk, beneath the lamp he had lighted, stood Myra’s"iicture, a miniature in a velvet frame. This he picked up and gazed on fqr a long time. Then he sighed again, and it would seem was about to leave. But as he stepped toward the window, Truitt came out from his hiding place, and snapping on a full light, said: “Mr. Heath, I believe.’ “Good Lord!" said Perry Heath, petulantly, rather than frightened, “and who are you?” “Oh, I’m Truitt, the detective." “You are. And what are you doing here?” “I’m just detecting around a little. Come out, Tod.” Tod Buck came out of his corner, wondering what would happen next. “So there are two of yoy>” Heath said, meditatively. “I might have managed one.” “I know,” and Steve nodded, “that’s why I provided two. Now, Mr. Heath, have you any objections to going with me to the police headquarters?” “Why—to be honest, I have. But I daresay they will be overruled.” - “They most certainly will be. So we’ll just consider it settled that we’ll- go along. Will you go what is called quietly, or shall we call Mr. Inman to go along and help us keep the peace.” “Don't drag him in, for Heaven’s sake. I'll toddle along with you boys-7-I don't really mind going, you know.” "No, I suppose not. Come on, then.” . “I say, Heath,” put in Tod.Vho so far had been silent, “why does Bunny stand up so for you?” “I suppose she thinks I did the killing. I didn't, you know, Larry did. But Bunny would stand up for either of uS, or both of us—she's that sort.” “Then did Mr. Inman put that make-up on your wife's face?" This from Truitt. “How do I know? If he killed her, he must have done it.” “Mr. Heath, have you no resentment toward the man you say killed your wife? Ityve you no-desire to see him brought to justice? No wish to have him punished? You loved your wife, do you want hfr death avenged?” Heath looked at him in silence a moment, and then said, quite calmly: “I'll talk at headquarters, but I won't talk here. Come on, let’s get nlongT The others were quite willing, and putting out the lights Truitt marshaled his crowd o\it. He was not afraid of Heath's getting away, for both Tod and himself were husky chaps, and more than a match for one alone. “No use restoring the putty pane —” Truitt said, pausing a moment at the window. "Oh, yes, might as well,” and with a deft movement of his long, slender hands, Heath manipulated the ,pane into- place, pressed the putty round it, and left It looking as if it had not been touched. “Clever dodge, that,U said Tod, with enforced admiration. “It’s been like that a long time," Heath said, carelessly. “I’ve alWays kept soft putty on it, and nobody noticed.” * “Bunny did,” said Tod. “Yes, she did. I can’t think now j how she happened to,” and Heath again assumed that peevish tone, ! that meant some of his plans had gone wrong. The walk —to headquarters, of course, took them over the fridge and for a short distance on the Park side of the Harbor. Also, they passed the County Club, and Heath stopping suddenly, said: “I say, I wish you fellows would stop here with me a minute. I want to get some letters I left in my locker. You can keep your eye on me, you know.” * (To Be Continued)

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By ANNE AUSTIN

WHAT HAS GONK BEFORE CHERRY LANE. 18. one of a family of four children of MR. and MRS. LANE, typical American working people. uses her beauty to “vamp” every mail she meets. The list of her admirers includes CHESTER HAKT. a former "steady” of her stay-at-home sister. FAITH. CHRIS WILEY, to whom Mr. Lane lias forbidden the house- and whom Cherry meets clandestinely. * ALBERT ETTLESON. a traveling salesman of Indianapolis, and 808 HATHAWAY, to whom Faith is also attracted, but who has eyes only for the petite, copper-haired Cherry. Faith's life is largely made up cl work and of getting Cherry and her brother. JUNIOR. 21 out of trouble. She h:< just pawned or sold all her trinkets to get Junior out of jail when he was arrested for speeding. Chester Hart, at Cherry's invitation, comes to call, and because he feels rather mean at having “ditched” Faith, he asks GEORGE PRUITT, eon of one Os the town's richest families, to call the same evening. .. ' Pruitt, a former student of art in New York, now working in his father's wholesale grocery business, tells Faith she is a modern Venus, and practically ignores Cherry. Cherry has promised to buy Faith material for a dress, but the cloth ehe chooses is so unsuited to Faith s type that the girl refuses it, and AUNT HATTIE LANE, acidulous little old spinster, wins Faith's gratitude by buying her the material she had wanted. The two plan to make the dress and are interrupted at their work by the arrival of a great box of flowers addressed to Faith, who is overwhelmed at the unusual attention. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER IX Faith’s fingers trembled so violently as she worked at the purple cord binding the enormous box of flowers that her Aunt Hattie, chuckling wickedly, seized a paring knife and slashed the string with one vigorous thrust of her skinny little hand. “Oh, Aunt Hattie!’’ Faith breathed estatically, as she lifted a great sheaf of roses from their bedding of damp, pale green tissue paper. “There must he some mistake! They can’t be meant for me!" “American Beauties!” Aunt Hattie crowed. “I told you so! My Lord, the stems are three/feet long, if they’re an inch! Here, open that there envelope, before 1 burst with curiosity! Not for you! Hunh! Make me sick! Always, runnin’ yourself dotVn!” Faith drew the engraved and inscribed card from the square envelope that was tied to a thick, thorny stem, and read it aloud, in a shaken voice: “Mr. George Horace Pruitt—These roses reminded me of you. I hope you won’t mind and that you will let me see you again soon.” "Mind! Land o’ livin’! Is the boy crazy? I bet them roses cost him

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u pretty penny? How man/' are there? Hm! Three, six, nine, twelve! A whole dozen, and they cost a dollar and a half apiece, if they cost a nickel! I’d give my new false teeth to see Cherry'c face when she takes a squint at ’em and realize they ain’t for her. What you goin’ to put ’em in? Inhere ain’t a vase in the house big enough for ’em. And it'd be a ,sin and a sharrte to cut off any o’ the steams.” “I’ll.put them in that green lem nade pitcher,” Faith decided, her cheeks almost, as red as the gorgeous flowers she carried. "I'd say he's got it bad—'these roses remind me of you’—” Aunt Hattie quoted with relish. “He ain’t so far wrong, neither! I always did say you was a fine, handsome girl! The good Lord ain't-forgot how to turn out a real woman, even if he has been skimpin’ a lot on these toothpick flappers!” * Faith said nothing, but her Aunt Hattie'? shrewd eyes observed that .even the back of her neck was red as she arranged the magnificent roses in the green lemonade pitcher. She could not trust herself to speak, for her heart was too full of gratitude toward George Pruitt and toward Aunt Hattie, and tears were quivering on her eyelashes. But when she went into the living room, to place the flowers on .the library table, she stood for a long minute before the old-fashioned pier glass that reached almost to the ceiling, and which, because pf its usefulness in Faith had refused to at Cherry’s request. She saw her tall, splendid body with eyes |)iat had been opened by George Pruitt’s appreciation. Cherry’s tiny, elfln-like figure, the supreme expression of flapper beauty, had made Faith feel awkward and almost grotesquely large, although she was only five feet five inches tall and weighed a hundred and thirty-five pounds—the correct weight for her height. Clasping her hands behind her head, she revolved slowly before the mirror, observing, with shy but unashamed eyes, the - sculptured perfection of her strong, round, white arms, the long, graceful line of neck melting into sloping, erect shoulders; the - swell of high, firm, pointed

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breasts under the straight front of her pink percale bungalow apron; the gracious, curving sweep of back into waistline, defined by the wide, , starched belt; the long, splendid curve of the thigh, the straightness and rounded slenderness ,of her calves and ankles; the high-arched, aristocratic narrowness of her feet, which not even scuffed old brown Oxfords could hide. / Exultation flooded her heart. She would never again be ashamed of her body, carry it awkwardly, apologetically. God had meant women to look like that—sturdy, strong, fit for motherhood. At the thought, color dyed her cheeks again, but her eyes were luminous with this sudden vision of what life held in store for her, when she raised them to study her face. 9 ~ . The warm, creamy tint of her cheeks—they just escaped being olive—was deepened by that tide of color that had swept up out, of her heart, but her wide lips were rather pale. “I need just the right kind of lip rouge,” she whispered to herself. “And I’m to get It, no matter what It costs!” Hei'-large, calm brown eyes, luminous now with new vision, looked at her steadily, serenly, from under the level, dark brows that Cherry had suggested that she pluck to an arched, hair-thin line. If only her nose were thin-nostrilled, aristocratic, straight, as it- should have been to match her face and her body! “I hate you, you squdgy, soft old thing!” She poked at her roundtipped, indefinite, characterless nose with an angry forefinger. “What you doin’ in here so long?” Aunt Hattie demanded from the doorway. “I finished dryin’ the dishes and put ’em away. Let’s git a hustle on now and see how quick we can git this house cleaned up. Where’s your Ma?” “She’s In her room, lying down. She has a sick headache,” Faith explained. “I guess that’s the same sick headache she has always had when I come to spend the day,” Hattie Lane ehufckled. “Take your flowers In to show her. That’ll give her something to think about.” An hour later the grizzled gray head and the sleek brown one were bent over a fashion book. “Here —look at this! Bet you’d look swell In this!" Aunt Hattie pointed a triumphant, skinny forefinger. The pictured dress, of the same soft yellow as Faith’s material, was sleeveless, with a long, waist line,

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the bodice, falling In a loosely bloused effect, being joined to the full, flaring short skirt with a soft crushed girdle of the chiffon, a great scar)et flower poised on the left side. Faith’s eyes kindled with shy enthusiasm. “I do believe I could wear that. Aunt Hattie. But what do you think of the scarlet flower? Don’t you think It’s a little loud for me?” “Loud, my foot!” Aunt Hattie fairly spat the words. "What do you think you are—an old maid like your Aunt Hattie? A good bright red’s Just what you want to liven you up! Finish off the skirt with them deep petals, like you did Cherry’s green organdy. And have ’em plcoted downtown. No sense in the world in you runnin’ up a two-piece dress on the machine In a coupla hours and tlavin’ two days on a dress for Cherry! You slip into another dress and hurry downtown for the pattern. I’ll scrape up a bite o’ lunch for your Ma and Joy and me, and this afternoon, between us, we should have that there dress half finished.” When F !th was ready for her trip to the shopping district, her aunt followed her to the door, and pressed a folded bill Into her hand. "Here, Faith, you get that there red flower already made up. I don’t want this dress to look home-made. I seen just the thing in the Vanity Shop—s 2. A satin thing made to look jest like a scarlet polnsettla, with yellow French knots for the center. No, don’t you worry about the money. I guess I know what I can afford. My hens have been layin’ extra good this spring and summer.” y Faith was about to thank her aunt when the shrill clamor of the telephone interrupted her. “I’ll answer it, Aunt Hattie. It must be for me.” “This is the Western Union,” a metallic voice told her in a monotone. “We have a message for Miss Cherry Lane, addressed to the A. H. Preston Company. They tel] us that Miss no longer with them. Shall I read It over the phone or send It out? Delivery will be ten cents.” “Redd it," Faith found herself answering in a dry,' husky voice. “This is—is Miss Lane.” is a day letter from Indianapolis, Ind., and signed Albert,” the monotonous voice went on. "The message reads: ‘Sorry can’t make it this week-end. Somebody suspicious. Don’t worry. Writing full Instructions. Love- and kisses. Albert." The metallic voice paused, then resumed, with a slightly more ftuman pote: "Shall I read It again?” “No, I understand perfectly,” Faith stammered. “Will you mail It

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please to this address —no, send It care of Cluny and Neff, Attorneys at Law, Prudential Bldg. Faith hurried away, leaving a mystified and rather piqued Aunt Hattie staring after her. Albert! That only be the mysterious Albert Ettleson, whoso return address Faith had seen on the envelope under Cherry’s pillow. "Somebody suspicious”! That could mean only one thing—that Albert Attleson was married and that Cherry knew it. "Writing full Instructions!” x Instructions—instructions? What on earth could he be “instructing” Cherry about? What plan did her sister have on foot that a married man could be writing her full instructions concerning? And he dared end his cryptic message with "love and kisses”! Faith's cheeks burned with shame for her sister. Sha would disgrace then# all yet— Before buying the pattern for her dress, f'alth went directly Prudential Building, In which Cluny and Neff hpd their pretentious offices. She dreaded the scene that was bound to follow, but her head was held high, and her brown eyes \

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