Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 145, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 September 1926 — Page 8

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"The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN. WELLS

„ BEGIN HEBE TODAY Mysterious lights flash from the Heath bungalow one night, and the next day Harbor Gardens, Hong Island, Is agog over the murder of MYRA HEATH PERKY <^aappearanco ot her husband, House guests of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myra's fortuno, and beautiful BUNNY MOORE, to whom suspicion points because of her queer actions. Myra Heath never used cosmetics, yet when her body was found gho 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 the 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 phone call from Perry Heath, saying Inman Is the murderer. Cunningham goes to Anderson's bouse, and there, while waiting for his host. Is confronted by Heath, who then slips away in the dark. Anderson arrives soon after and upbraids Cunningham for letting Heath get away. TODHUNTER BUCK, In love with Bunny, witnesses a midnight meeting between the girl and Heatn. He tries to get Bunny to explain, and when she refuses. he calls in his friend. STEVE TRUITT, the famous detective. Truitt, after satisfying himself of Bunny’s innocence, arranges a meeting with Sam Anderson. then, taking Buck, lies in wait at the Heath home, explaining that Heath will come that night. Heath does, and Truitt arrests him. On the way to the station. Heath asks permission to get some letters from hia locker at the clubhouse. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XL.VI The three wont. Inside, and as it ■was late almost no one was about! A few sleepy servants were in attendance, and a few more sleepy members were here and there. “I’ll Just go in the locker room," said Heath, “you chaps won’t be allowed in, of course, but you can sit right here and wait for me. I give you my word of honor, I will come straight back here to you, within five minutes.” , , , Something in h!s voice rang true, and Steve saio, "All right, old man, go ahead. We’ll wait here.” A moment later, Sam Anderson came from the locker room. "Who do you suppose is in there?” he whispered, looking greatly excited. "Perry Heath!” "Yes, we know it,” said Tod. “Hush, don’t tell everybody! Thought you had a pa; tj* on.” "I did, but it broke up a while ago, and we .came over here to wind it up. The other chaps have just* gone home, and I went in the locker room a minute, and I saw Heath. What’s he doing here?" "You go along home, Mr. Anderson,” said Truitt, “and please don’t say anything about Heath till morning. We're looking after him all right.” -y “Very well. I’ve no desire to mix in, but I think you have put one over our detective, A1 Cunningham.” He went off and the others waited for Heath. But after waiting fifteen minutes and not 'seeing him, Tod asked a servant to go into the locker room and luirry him up. The servant returned with the word, “There isn’t anybody in there, Mr. Buck.” “Must be,” and Ted strode in there himself. v But there was no one there. A Window was open, but it gave one a rather long drop to the ground, and Tod wondered if Perry had taken that chance of a broken leg. He went back and reported to Truitt, and that worthy-stared at him. “Sure, Toddy?” "Sure, Steve.” “Then, I don't believe he took out the window, I believe he gave us the

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slip while we were talking to Mr. Anderson —” “Oh, he couldn’t have! I was looking about—” "No, you weren’t, you werd looking directly at Anderson, and so was I. Depend upon It, old man, that’s when the slippery Heath gave us the go by.” “It seems incredible —” “Incrediblt or not, it happened. Come on, let’s go home and go to bed.” "Well, you seem contented to lie down on the Job." “My dear boy, what can I do? What can either of us do, tonight?” This was true enough, yet it was with a sense of dlsapolntment at his friend’s failure that Toddy Buck went to Wed. He slept late In the morning to make up for his vigils, and when he came hurrying down to a late breakfast, he found Steve Truitt there, and smiling broadly as he sat reading an official communication. “It’s from Mott,” he said, succinctly, “and though he doesn't say so, I can’t help feeling that friend Mott is a bit glad that the upstart detective has been outwitted by the clever criminal.” "Meaning?” asked Buck, his mouth full of toast and jam. For answer, Truitt passed over the missive. It was to The effect that police headquarters had received a note from Perry Heath. “There-ts no doubt of its genuineness," the letter said, “for we have had it verified by several who know his writing.” “The note,” they were further Informed, ’ “tells us that Perry Heath confesses to the murder of his wife, Myra. He gives no reason for the deed, but states that he is now so overcome with remorse and grief that he has committed suicide. He says it will be. useless to hunt for his body for it can never be found, but "he says by the time we read the letter he sent, he will be a dead man. Says he prefers that death to capital punishment; and that he could not continue to live now that his eyes are open to the heinousness of his crime.'’ • ~ “Well, what do you think of that?” exclaimed Toddy Buck, returning to his interrupted breakfast. “I think Heath is a very clever man,” returned Steve, “though it doesn’t require a very fine brand of cleverness to pull the wool over Mr. Mott’s blinking eyes.” “Don’t youdielieve it?" asked Tod. “That Hearh is a suicide? I do not.” “Where is fie, then?” “You ask that question! Oh, Toddy, and it was you who let him get away!” ”1 did nothing of the sort! You allowed him to go into the club locker room and of course he jumped out of the window.”! “Then we must look for him in some hospital tefr certainly he must have one or two broken legs.” “Oh, you’re impossible this morning. Steve. Don’t you mind Mott’s crowing over ybu?” "He crows best who crows last.” “Oh, then you have got something up your sleeve! I thought as much!” "tfo, you didn't think half as much. You distrusted, or mistrusted your old pal—that’s what you did. And here copies Miss Moore, as ever was! Do you know, fair lady, you started the whole ball rolling when you said putty? I doubt if I ever should have found that puttied pane otherwise. How did you know?” “I don’t know how I knew. I just' stumbled on it as I was looking about.” Truitt then told her the whole story of the doings of the night before, and gave her permission to tell Mrs. Prentiss about it all, when opportunity should serve. For their good hostess could never leave her morning housekeeping for detective work or any other outside interest. Tod having finished the jampot, turned to Truitt, and at once the detective's face became grave. “Come on, boy. and we’ll go and ring up the curtain on the last act. Do you want to go, Miss Moore? Do you want to see the arrest of the man who killed your friend?” "No, oh, no!” and Bunny dropped her face in her hands. “And when you come back, don't tell me any more than you have to.” “Do you know—Miss Moore?” said Truitt, "do you know the secret?” “No, I don’t. ..But from some hints I have had from Myra, and some bits of talk I overheard, I have a sort of idea—but—no, I don’t know Perry Heath’s secret.” (To Be Continued) Movie Success Doris Kenyon gives the following estimate of the things within the average screen actress that bring her success: Acting ability, thirty per cent. X Beauty, fifteen per cent. * l Personality, twenty per cent. Trying hard to succeed, twenty-five per cent. Luck, ten per cent. 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WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE CHBBRY LANE. 18. one of a family of four children of MR an<l~- MRS. LANK, typical American working people has a long list of admirers, which includes: CHESTER HART, a former ‘'steady” of FAITH her stay-at-home sister. CHRIS WILEY, to whom Mr. Lane has forbidden the house, and whom Cherry me ts clandestinely. ALBERT ETTLESON. a traveling salesman, and 808 HATHAWAY, to whom Faith is also attracted, but who has eyes only for the petite, copperhaired Cherry. B'aith s lire is largely made up of household drudgery and of getting Cherry and their brother. JUNIOR. 21. out of trouble. CHESTER HART, calling on Cherry, has invited GEORGE PRUITT, son of one of the richest families in town, to call on Faith, slnco he himself feels rather mean at his own treatment of B'aith. Pruitt, who has studied art in New York, tells Faith that she is a modern Venus, and sends her a great box of American Beauty roses the next day. Cherry is angry and jealous, and determines to win Pruitt for herself. While AUNT HATTIE LANE is helping Faith to make anew dress, a gift from Aunt Hattie, the girl gets a telephone call from the Western Union. The message is for Cherry, from Albert Ettleson. and B'aith hurries to the business district to the offices where Cherry works, to give her the message and to warn her not to play with Ettleson, who is a married man. She surprises old MR. CLUNY. Cherry's employer, with his arm around Cherry s Bhoulders. and all thought of the Ettleson telegram is driven front her mind. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER X Cherry Lane sprang: up from her chair, out of the encircling arm of the old man who had been bending over her when Faith opened the door. Her face went suddenly white with anger and her eyes glowed like burning-hot golden coins. ‘‘What do you want?” she demanded shrilly. “What do you mean—butting In on me like this?” Faith said nothing, but her eyes shifted scornfully from the trembling girl to the white-haired man who stood by Cherry's desk. She could: not help but admire the nonchalance with which lie adjusted his hornrimmed plnce nez to his thin, highbridged nose and stared at her, out ‘‘of pale gray eyes that showed no trace of fear. “What Can I do for you?” he asked suavely. __ “I am Cherry’s sister," Faith said steadily. "And you can me alone with my sister for a moment, if you don’t mind.” , He bowed slightly, with o/d-fash-ioned courtesy, then, turning to Cherry, he said, as if nothing unusual had happened: “As I was explaining—when we were Interrupted —Bectlon three of this brief Is to be omitted. I shall need five copies.”

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Cherry paid not the slightest attention to him, her hot, yellow eyes fixed upon her sister, who watched the tall, thin man leave the room with slow, measured steps. When the door into an office marked “Mr. Cluny—Private," had closed upon him. Cherry sprang forward and seized Faith’s wrist, twisting her arm cruelly. ”1 suppose you want to get me fired!” she panted. “Butting in like that!” "You were going to quit anyway, weren’t you?” Faith asked with tiuiet, deadly sarcasm. “Don’t you always quit when they—get fresh with you?” “He wasn’t getting fresh!” Cherry blazed at her sister. “He’s Just a nice old man that doesn’t mean a thing wrong! And then you come butting in, making it lool* like something awful—oh, I hate you! I hate you!” "He had his arm around you and his cheek against your. And there was a smudge of lipstick on his mouth He had-been kissing you. Oh, Cherry, why do you have to get all tangled up with every man you meet?” • “Mind your own business!" Cherry snapped viciously. “I can take care of myself—” “I don’t believe you can,” Faith interrupted her sharply. "You’re playing with fire when you flirt with a married man—” "Married Man!” Cherry laughed shortly. “Mr. Clunny’s not married —his wife died two years ago—” "I wasn’t speaking of Mr. Cluny,” Faith cut her short. “I came up here to give you a message that was telephoned by the Western Unuion—from Albert Bttleson.” The girl backed away from Faith, reached out a trembling hand to steady herself against her desk. “You let them read you—my telegram?" she gasped. Then, fright cooling the fire in her topaz eyes, she whi.-Viered, almost pleadingly! “What did he say, Faith? Did you —did you tell Mother?” “No,” Faith answered, and then repeated the message which had been ringing in her ears ever since she had heard It over the phone. Cherry listened with painful concentration, then relief flooded her

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face, bringing color Into her pinched white cheeks. “Oh, that silly boy!” she tried to laugh unconcernedly. “It's just his joke—that ‘love and kisses’ business. He—he was telling me when I sawtiim last that he had a grand job lined up for me—with—with his company. That’s what he meant, Faith, by saying he was writing full instructions.” As she went on with her extemporaneous lie, she gained confidence, ran her fingers nonchalantly through her short, tousled curls, even smiled into Faith's eyes. “I have some shopping to do,” Faith said, sick at heart, for she knew that Cherry was lying. “And I suppose you’ve got lots of to do. But—but I think you’d better tell Mr. Cluny that you are leaving at the end of the week. Cherry,” "I’ll do no such thing!” The girl flared up agajn. “He’s just a sweet old darling, old enough to be my father, or even my grandfather, and he doesn't mean any harm. He’s just affectionate, that’s all. But I'll -L-I'll tell him that my big sister objects to nice old men kissing me ’’ she ended with her light, musical laugh. “Good-by, Faith. You—you won’t tell Mother or Dad about the telegram or—or about Mr. Cluny will you?” “I don’t know,” Faith said slowly, with her hand upon the knob. Before Cherry could plead any longer, she stepped into the reception room, closing the door behind her. When Cherry entered the living room at a- quarter to six that night, the pitcher full of American Beauty roses filled her eyes with their glory and her quivering nostrils with waves of rich perfume. “Oh, the darlings!” she cried ecstatically, hugging the great sheaf against her breat. “I wonder who sent them?” Raising the pitcher aloft, she bore it triumphantly into the dining room, where her mother sat tatting at the window, her sick headache miraculously cured by the departure of Hattie Lane. * “Did you ever see such gorgeous roses, Muggy? Where’s the card? Who sent them?” "George Pruitt.” her mother began, her eyes fond and anxious, "the cards on the sideboard there—” "Oh, v here it is! Isn’t he a darling? 'These roses reminded me of you—* and Just think, I didn’t dream I’d made a hit with him! I’m going to call him up this minute. Isn’t it a shame I have a date with Bob Hathaway tonight? I know George is expecting to come over—after this!” and she buried her nose with ecstatic sighs into the great cluster of perfumed loveliness. Then, set-

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New ‘Doctor’ Professionally, she Is a surgeon to “sick” plays! For years it has been the job of Zelda Sears to "doctor” plays for A. H. Woods and just to show them how a play should be written, she has authored quite a few successes of her own. Even though she is now under contract to Cecil B. De> Mille, having just completed the scenario for Rod Laßocque's new picture, “The Cruise of the Jasper B” in association with Tay Garnett, Miss Sears still “nurses” sick entertainments in odd moments. ting the pitcher upon the sideboard, she danced toward the hall to telephone. "Wait a minute, honey,” fier mother called to her, but the ringing of the telephone interrupted her explanation that the flowers were Faith’s, not Cherry’s. Before Cherry could reach the instrument, Joy had bounded out of the bathroom and had snatched the receiver from the hook. “Hello-o-o!” she called in a high, affected voice. Joy adored answering the telephone, although the call was never for Her. “Yes. sir, this is the Lane residence. Mr. James G. Lane’s residence.” “Give me that phone!” Cherry whispered fiercely', trying to tear the receiver from her sister’s ear. “You make me so darned mad!” “Who Is It you want to speak to? Who? Oh! *\Yait just a minute, please.. I’ll see if she’s here,” Joy’s voice drawled with the utmost politeness. “Give me that phone, you little devil!” Cherry snapped. “He don’t want you, Srrwrrty!” Joy let the receiver dangle, and screamed at the top of her voice, “It’s for you, Faith! It’s a man—and he wants you! It’s a man.” Faith came hurrying to the phone, brushing flour from her hands which she had taken from the biscuit bowl. “Who is it. Faith?” Cherry whispered, pressing close to her sister’s side when Faith had taken the telephone. “Oh, Mr. Pruitt! Very well, thank you; how are you? I’m awfully glad. I was going to write you a note, thanking you for the roses. They are lovely.” During the pause that followed, Faith glanced at Cherry. The lovely little face - was quite

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blank with astonishment. Then, as the meaning of Faith’s words sank in, angry coloi flooded her cheeks, and her eyes blazed hotly Into her sister’s. She was about to rush away to vent her humiliation upon her mothr, when Faith’s hand went out restrainingly. “Oh, that’s very kind of you, Mr. Pruitt! Cherry and Chester, too? That will be nice. Wait a moment and I’ll ask her if she has any other engagement—” Faith cupped a hand over the mouthpiece and whispered to Cherry, whose flight had been stayed by curiosity. "It's George Pruitt, and he says he’s having a little party tomorrow night in their new garage. He’s got the upstairs fixed up into a studio, and he wants you and Chester and me to come—” “Oh, all right!” Cherry muttered ungraciously, but Faith knew that her anger was melting before the prospect of being an Invited guest of the rich and influential Lincoln Pruitts. / Cherry followed her sister into the kitchen, her good humor rapidly returning. After all, he had been Faith’s partner the nijjJit before. It would hardly have looked right for him to send the roses to her Cherry. But why hadn't he had the gumption to address the bo* to both of them? To think of Faith getting a dozen American beauty roses! Oh, well! It wouldn’t be hard to get George Pruitt away from Faith. “What are you going to wear Faith, hoffey? Could you start my printed chiffon tonight while I’m out with Bob Hathaway and rush it through tomorrow? I want to make a hit, darling.” Her voice was' verf* sweet, coaxing. “I’m sorry. Cherry, but I'm making myself a dress>Aunt Hattie got me the maize chiffon that I asked you to buy me and we got It ready for the hemstitchers today. It will GREAT JOY POSSIBLE WITH GOOD HEALTH Many women live in continually “too tired” state, which absolutely spoils their enjoyment of life and its pleasant activities. This wear'ness, lack of energy, and nervousness sometime results when disordered, weak, inactive kidneys affpet the normal condition and regularity of flow, so necessary to sound health. Foley Pills, a diuretic stimulant for the kidneys, are a reliable, valuable medicine, constantly in use over 25 years. Cost little. Satisfaction guaranteed. Sold everywhere. Ask for FJpley Pills, diuretic.—Adver-

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take all day tomorrow to finish it. You can wear your green organdy, can’t you, honey? Oh, I’m so sorry!” But Cherry shook off her slsfasr’s comforting arms, her face distorted with anger, “Oh, you mean thing! You did it Just to get even! I won’t go a step! That old green rug! I tqll you, I won’t go a step I’ll pay you back for this, Faith Lane! I’ll make you sorry! You and your roses and your George Pruitt! How long do you think you can keep him, if I want him." (To He Continued) ARCH FOR MISSING LONDON, Sept. 23—The British war memorial at Ypres, Belgium, where 58,000 British fell who have no known graves, is nearing completlno. King George is expected to A unveil it next year. ■ TWO WOMEN” PRAISE SAME MEDICINE Both Helped by Taking Lydia JE. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound “After the birth of my little daughter I was very badly run--1 , 1 idtawm. I oould '' ' -1. ' -‘i 'arCtMnk of giv- ' l 3ll * Prew to stay in bed ■f ' two or t * lroe days had dona her,and my sister bought me two bottles of It. I had not taken all of one bottle when I was up and able to do soma work. I am truly a booster for Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound and you may use my testimonial.” — Mas. Matme Lynch, 1119 Island Ave. Ext., McKee’s Rocks, Pa. Mrs. Hope L. Smith, a farmer'? wife of Route 3, Floyd, Va., says she was ill for ten years with a A good deal of pain In her side and bo weak she could hardly work. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has helped her so muoh ah* ia4all<* lag her friends about If. * t, . ,