Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 248, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 February 1930 — Page 5

Feb. 25, 1930.

TAXPAYERS WIN COURT VICTORY IN ANNEXATION Temporary Injunction Given in Lynhurst Squabble Over Ordinance. Victory for taxpa;, .in a threemonths fight against lamest Kellogg, "mayor" of Lynhurst, was seen today after Circuit Judge Harry O. Chamberlin issued an order temporarily restraining County Auditor Harry Dunn from certifying the tax rate of the town to residents living in territory which Kellogg sought to annex to Lynhurst. The ruling, in effect, disqualified an "ordinance” created by Kellogg and a political cohort in November, last year, in which annexation of 2,000 acres of territory to Lynhurst was attempted. Asa result of this fight, Kellogg has been convicted of carrying concealed weapons and fined SSO, after he is alleged to have drawn a revolver on town board members when they resisted his annexation project. Kellogg has indicated he will appeal from his criminal court conviction. The circuit court suit, filed by three property owners outside Lynhurst, two realty companies and five trust companies, contended the ordinance was contrary to law, and that its passage was voted improperly. Town board members testified the petition for the annexation did not contain the signatures of persons living in the affected territory. They also declared Kellogg and Robert K. Powell, another trustee, approved the petition and presented it to Marion county commissioners for action. Testimony was given that Kellogg prepared records of board meetings himself, and that he refused to permit the resignation of Mrs. Edith Roberts, Lynhurst clerk, in a fight as to manner of keeping the minutes. Further litigation is pending in superior court four, to mandate Kellogg to reveal his "policies'’ as town board president.

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Automobiles reported to police as atolen belong to: Homer Tuttle, 2339 North Gale street, Chevrolet coach. 53-180, from Twenty-third and Stuart streets. Marmon Motor Car Company, Eleventh and Meridian streets, Roosevelt sedan, from same address. Louis Smith, Noblesville. Chevrolet coach, M-2214, from Noblesville. George J. Michaels, 2932 North Illinois street, Buick sedan, 51-401, from Walnut an.'. Meridian streets. Roscoe J. Wray, 2722 Martindale avenue, Ford sedan, 78-885, from Court and Delaware streets. Courtland Hoagland, 2103 Ringgold street, Ford touring, 99-201, from Van Camp Packing Company. C. M. Eikler, Alexandria. Ind.. Essex coach, 554-257, from 315 West Ohio street. Robert Ennis, 531 Bowman street. Ford coupe, 743-311, from Market and Delaware streets. Lloyd Dayhuff, 2857 School street. Ford roadster, from Roosevelt avenue and Station street. Marion Hardin, Trader’s Point, Chevrolet sedan, from Trader's Point. BACK HOME AGAIN Stolen automobiles recovered by police belong to: Thomas Cusack, 345 West Washington street. Ford coupe, found at Pearl and Missouri streets. Ford roadster, 76-327, found at. State avenue and Washington street. Chevrolet coupe, 730-849, found at 718 Douglass street. Essex coach, found at Sherman drive and Washington street. George Kafader, 5909 East Thirtyfourth street. Hudson coach, found at 609 Ogden street. Charles W. Freeman. 1680 Ashland avenue. Hudson coach, found at Traders Point. Horsehide Covers Room Bu Z’nitni Prcim CALLENDER. la.. Feb. 25.—When Hobart du Fosteau. 3.100-pound world’s largest horse, was killed by a truck, his owner converted his hide into a rug that covers an entire parlor floor.

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(Continued From Page One) down at her table when she was queening it over New York society!" "Slightly involved, but not entirely obscure,” Dundee murmured. “Now, Mother Rhodes, be a lamb and help me check this junk to see if I have enough glad rags to last me over a Berkeley week-end.” Mrs. Rhodes bent over the dressing case. “Tennis flannels That’s right! They’ve got a court. .. . Golf breeches, woolen stockings, sports shirts. They’ll be dragging you over to the Country Club to play golf and I’ll bet my new fall hat Abbie’ll apologize because their own private golf course ain't laid out yet! “What’s this? Just a Tuxedo? Haven’t you got a swallow-tail coat? I told you the big blow-out tomorrow night is to be formal. . . Well, if you haven’t, you haven't, and I guess they ought to be glad to have you, even in a business suit.” “What about a little low comedy to liven things up tomorrow evening? I might pin my detective badge on my vest and flash it nonchalantly—” Dundee suggested, his blue eyes wicked with amusement at his landlady's horror. “Abbie Berkeley’d have her butler throw you out and then she’d disinherit Dick Berkeley for having invited such low-life scum,’’ Mrs. Rhodes assured him. “A crook disguised as a lady or a gentleman might pinch the fair Abbie's pearl necklace, and it would come in handy to have a detective on the scene,” Dundee reminded her. “After all. I’ll have to give Captain Strawn some excuse for being off duty for a whole week-end. "Not that anything ever happens in this town, since Dan Griffin was removed from circulation,” he added gloomily. “Not a single, honest-to-God murder mystery for two and a half months. I’ve a good notion to move to Chicago!” "Now who's bloodthirsty?” Mrs. Rhodes mocked. "And where's your bathing suit? There’s a natural lake at Hillcrest that's been enlarged and deepened—” # # # “SWIMMING the last week-end in September?" Dundee shivered in anticipation. “Won’t do any harm to put your bathing suit in.” Mrs. Rhodes was

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implacable. She got the suit herself and tucked it in firmly. "If the temperature ain’t below zero, Abbie Berkley will make you all try out her swimming pool, if she has to push you in.” "You do love Abbie, don’t you?” Dundee grinned. “I take it she must be rather poisonous. Perhaps if her guests or her family feel as you do about her, my week-end won't be wasted—speaking from a professional standpoint.” "When you see Abbie Berkley I guess you’ll understand,” Mrs. Rhodes assured him grimly. "If there's anything I can’t abide, it’s a nobody putting on airs like she was the queen of Aumania. “I went to high school with Abbie Berkeley when she was Abbie Smith and didn’t have three whole dresses or a real friend to her name, and new she stares at me through a lorgnette as if I was a strange species of insect she hadn’t happened to run across before.” "Perhaps,” Dundee suggested gently, “she was high-hatted so thoroughly when she was a nobody that she is getting a sweet joy out of high-hatting others now.” “Hunh!” Mrs. Rhodes snorted. “She’d a-had friends if she’d been worth anybody’s time making friends with. A silly little sneak she was and a silly, overdressed fat woman she’s grown up to be! But where did you know Dick Berkeley? At college, I suppose? “Right!” Dundee agreed. “He was a freshman when I was a senior at Yale. I didn’t know him very well, but naturally we greeted each other like chums when he bumped into me on Grand street today.” “Did he tell you he got expelled from Yale for drinking and girlchasing?” Mrs. Rhodes demanded from the door. “The papers said he’d left college on account of illness, but it didn’t take long for the true story to get around.” Dundee grinned, but said nothing. He was remembering the shame-faced bravado with which young Dick had confessed: "Kicked out in my sophomore year. Drunk and disorderly. Particularly disorderly. The girl’s name was Clara. It turned out she was nice—just as she’d claimed to be!” # # # WELL, I’ll be gonig, if there’s nothing more I can do for you,” Mrs. Rhodes said. Then she

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added, her voice quivering: "I suppose you think I'm nothing but a loose-tongued old gossip ” “You know I think nothing of the sort,” Dundee protested. “I appreciate your giving me an introduction to my hostess, and to prove it, I'm going to ask you to tell me something more: Have the papers hinted at the real reason for Seymour Crosby's visit to the Berkeleys'?" “The society editor said in the paper this morning: ‘A little bird tells me that a very interesting announcement may be expected by those fortunate enough to be among Mr. and Mrs. Berkeley’s guests on Saturday evening. “Mr. Seymour Crosby, who was a fellow-passenger of Mrs. George Berkeley and Miss Clorinda Berkeley when they returned from Europe on the Mauretania in August, is said to have been markedly attentive to the beautiful young heiress”. . . . She might just as well have come right out and said that Seymour Crosby is marrying Clorinda Berkeley for her money.” “I wonder,” Dundee said, carefully casual, "if the well-informed society editor said anything else particularly enlightening about Mr. Seymour Crosby?” “There! I knew there was a nigger in the woodpile!” Mrs. Rhodes cried triumphantly. “I’ll bet you your next week’s board bill it wasn't till Dick Berkeley mentioned Seymour Crosby that you agreed to fritter away a week-end playing society! Maybe you’d better put that badge in your suitcase!” “I’m afraid that, as usual, I’ll have to pay my next week’s board bill,” Dundee confirmed her suspicions obliquely, and he took her suggestion—pinning the silver detective badge securely inside a cretonne pocket of the dressing-case. “The society editor didn’t dare say anything about—that!” Mrs. Rhodes nodded her severely coiffed black head emphatically, as her eyes narrowed. Then annoyance chased away the look of mystery. “Oh, there’s that Tilda! She stands right in the middle of the downstairs hall and bawls when she wants me. . . . I do hope you’ll have a nice time, Mr. Dundee. Don’t worry about the parrot. I’ll feed him myself. “And if Abbie Berkeley high-hats you, just tell her you heard a mighty funny story about her and the high school janitor. Say Caroline Rhodes, who used to be Caroline Baker, told you, and that will put a crimp in her!” The parrot, Cap’n, who had belonged to the murdered woman, Mrs. Emma Hogarth, and who had been of very real assistance in bringing her murderer to justice, stirred on his perch, flapped his green-and-yellow wings, and obligingly rewarded Mrs. Rhodes with a hollow cackle of mirth for her exit line. “I hate to leave you, my dear Watson,” Dundee told the parrot, reaching into the cage to scratch the brilliant head. The parrot cocked his head, then slowly dropped a paperish white lid. “Eh? What’s that?” Dundee demanded. “You mean to imply that we shan't be separated long? That I may be sending for ‘my dear Watson’? Let’s hope not, but I assure you that if business looks up at Hillcrest, this particular Sherlock could not get along at all without his Watson. “So long, old top. I’ve got to rush to get there in time for dinner. And I rather wish I had time to look into a newspaper file of a year and a half ago, or—that I had as good a memory as my astute landlady.” # # # FEELING rather sorry for Mrs. Berkeley that one of her guests should not be able to arrive in a suitably impressive car of his own. Bonnie Dundee betook himself and his suitcase, by means of a taxi, to Hillcrest, the thirty-acre estate of Hamilton’s richest manufacturer. The house was a huge three-story affair of rough-hewn white stone, with gables and turrets and even a respectably imposing tower at one corner. Portions of the walls were mantled with ivy. Encircling the rolling acres was a high, wroughtiron fence, with formidable spikes designed to keep out intruders, but the pair of stately gates was not locked, nor had the Berkeleys yet achieved the dignity of a gatekeeper. As the taxi swept around the curved drive Dundee caught a glimpse of the lake, which lay to the east of the house. The setting sun turned it into a broad pool of molten gold, and for the first time since he had received the urgent, impulsive invitation from young Dick Berkeley to “stand by, old man. or I'll riot be able to bear up under all the la-de-da,” Dundee felt a thrill of anticipation. The place, at least, was good to look upon, with its landscaped lawn, its flower gardens, its golden lake, its big, gracious house. Certainly it would offer a welcome change from the clamor and freindly familiarity of the boarding house. And he had not played for rather too long, considering how young he was and how much he liked to play. Maybe there would be a pretty girl. Or would it just be his luck to fall in love with Clorinda, who was already engaged to be married, if the “little bird” was to be relied upon? His last love. Norma Paige, was now Mrs. Walter Styles, and though she and her husband still were members of the Rhodes house family, he was ashamed to confess that he no longer suffered even a pang of what he had once felt sure would be a life-long grief. And then he remembered Mrs. Rhodes’ bitter remarks about “Abbie'’ Berkeley. If Clorinda were at alll like her mother, his heart would not be in danger. His taxi driver was holding open the door. Dundee hesitated before descending. Had Mrs. Rhodes frightened him? That was absurd, of course. He was not here to ingratiate himself with Mrs. George Berkeley. He was here to make a keen, close study of Mr. Seymour Crosby, for certain sinister reasons... Besides—

and he tipped the driver generously —if Mrs. Berkeley high-hatted him. he was armed with a weapon against her. And he chuckled. # # # BUT such tactics as Mrs. Rhodes had suggested proved to be uncalled for. Indeed, the young detective, whose official connection with, the homicide squad of the police department of Hamilton was known to a very limited number of trusted people, found himself embarrassed by the effusiveness of his welcome. “Dear Mr. Dundee!” the magnificently proportioned, henna-haired Mrs. Berkeley cried, when, with young Dick, he made his first appearance in the drawing room at the dinner hour that Friday evening. “You don’t know how delighted I am that my darling Dick has found a congenial spirit in this ghastly provincial little town! , “The poor boy has been simply starved for intellectual companionship. Dick tells me that since you graduated from Yale you have been studying in Europe. Don’t you find America frightfully crude, bourgeois, somehow metallic, if you know what I mean?” “Aw, law off, Mother!” Dick begged, his weakly handsome young face red with embarrassment. “Dundee’s regular, not a parlor Bolshevist—Oh, hello, Dad! Want you to meet Mr. Dundee, a friend of mine at Yale.” And then Bennie Dundee shook hands with the sternest and handsomest middle-aged man he ever had set eyes upon. If Clorinda Berkeley, by the grace of God or the Mendelian law, resembled this tall, dark, dour, kingly man, Instead of her gushing, dyed-haired mother, then heaven protect him, for he was- due to fail in love "Mighty glad to meet you, Mr. Dundee,” said George Berkeley, and the commonplace, provincial words did not matter at all, for they were uttered in a deep baritone that woulud have been the envy of a Shakespearean actor. But the smile which flexed the stern mouth did not extend to the brooding black eyes with which the multimillionaire keenly searched his young guest’s face. "He’s got his back up about something,” Dundee mused. “And I rather think I know what that something is. Ordinarily, I’d wager, Mr. George Berkeley is a very amiable, though not loquacious gentleman. An I mean gentleman!” "Oh, dear! Wickett is hovering and looking stern!” Mrs. Brekeley fluttered, with a self-conscious trill of laughter as she cut her eyes toward the butler who had appeared for an instant and then vanished. ‘I wonder where everyone is, George. Have you seen Clorinda? And I do wonder where Mrs. Lambert and Mr. Crosby are? Of course, a distinguished guest like Mr. Crosby She paused, with an arch, confidential smile at Dundee; then went on in a lowered voice: “But one would think that a paid social secretary, whatever her former position in society, would rah-ther make a point of being on time for dinner— Oh : there you are!” she carolled, in the imitation-Oxford voice she frequently remembered to assume. “Dear Mrs. Lambert! How very charming you look! I always say a woman with that silvery-white hair looks loveliest in black. I wish my hair would turn white, though of course I’m too young— Not that you aren’t prematurely gray yourself, dear Mrs. Lambert! But do forgive me! You look such a picture you’ve made me forget my duties as a hostess. . . . This is Mr. Dundee. Dick’s chum from Yale. . . . And Mr. Dundee, may I present Mrs. Lambert—The Mrs. Van Rennselaer Lambert of New York and Newport, you know,” she added triumphantly, and Dundee, as he bowed, remembered Mrs. Rhodes’ trite simile, “like a prize dog on a lesh.” # # # A TINY smile flicked in the depths of blue-gray eyes as Mrs. Lambert murmured an acknowledgment of the atrocious introduction. But not a vestige of added color in the delicately beau

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tiful face of the social secretary betrayed resentment or annoyance, The slender, but graciously mature woman, looking taller than she was because of the extreme length of the black gown, moved lightly toward the detective, and the smile had extended to the thin, sensitive mouth. She had accepted Bonnie Dundee at face value, and he was glad. “What was your class, Mr. Dundee? . . . ’26? Then did you by any chance know my young nephew, Tommy Cavendish? The two were still talking of the popular and redoubtable Tommy when a miniature storm broke “Hi, dad! ’Lo, Abbie! Am I feahfully late, old thing? . . . Whoops, Dickie! Who manhandled that tie of yours? It's a holy mess! Let me fix it for you. ... I say— where’s the fahney fiance? I’m dying to see him—Hullo, Tish darling! You look stunning and I think j I rate a kiss!” And to Dundee’s amazement the small whirlwind, with pale-green chiffon skirts whirling madly about her slim legs, flung herself upon Mrs. Lambert and kissed her soundly. And Mrs. Lambert seemed vastly pleased. “Gigi! I mean Georgina!” Mrs. Berkeley cried despairingly. “How many times have I told you not to call me ‘Abbie’ and not to address Mrs. Lambert as ‘Tish’? And if you don’t drop your ridiculous imitation of an English accent—” "Rilly, old thing,” the child drawled impudently, “I thought you'd be feahfully pleased, don't you know? Subdeb follows in mother's footsteps—all that rot! No, let’s be brutally frank!” she cried with sudden fierceness. “I do it solely to wise you up to how Godawful it sounds, Abbie. “We’ve got phony furniture and culture and a phony family tree. All we’ve got that isn’t phony is money, and I guess if the truth were told, that is all Mr. Seymour Crosby is interested in! But I can’t bear for him to laugh at us for a phony English accent, on top of everything else—” “George, are you going to let this awful child talk to me like that?” Mrs- Berkeley moaned, but the words had a parrot sound- Dundee was sure it was an ancient, futile plea- “Do you know where your sister is, Gigi?” “She’s holding an impassioned telephone conversation in the library,” Gigi obliged. “I listened, but I couldn’t make out a word. Now may I meet this adorable man? I know he isn’t the fascinating finance, because he hasn’t a mustache—” And because, for the moment Mrs. Berkeley was speechless with rage, it was George Berkeley who performed the introduction. “This is my younger daughter, Gigi, or rather, Georgina, Mr. Dundee. A friend of Dick’s, from Yale,” he added to his daughter, his dark face flushing slightly as he mentioned the college which had not found his son good enough. “Forget the ‘Georgina,’ Mr. Dundee,” Gigi commanded, thrusting out a golden-brown little paw. “It’s only for official records, and for Mother when she’s particularly peeved with me. I find it an awfully useful nickname. You simply can’t say ‘Gigi’ and sound real sore. Try it!” she invited, then rushed on, before Dundee could possibly have obliged. “When I get a dog, I’m going to name it ‘Tweet-Tweet’ for the same reason! Fancy shouting ‘Tweet-Tweet’ in a cross voice— Oh,

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here’s Clorinda! Exit little Gigi from the spotlight. Isn’t She gorgeous. Mr. Dundee?” ’’Shut up, Gigi!” her father commanded. but he rumpled the short fire-tipped brown curls with a fond hand- # # # DUNDEE scarcely heard thflurry of words with which Mrs. Berkeley introduced her daughter, Clorinda. for his attention was wholly upon the tall, dark, insolent beauty, dressed ravishingly in a period gown of wine-red velvet, unadorned except for a wide bertha of exquisite old-ivory lace, which swung low to reveal the rise of faultless breasts and the marblelike perfection of shoulders. His blue eyes eagerly met the somber, arrogant brown ones, but he had an uncomfortable conviction that Clorinda Berkeley did not see him at all. She bowed slightly but she did not speak. “Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Smith, Wickett announced. The Benjamin Smiths plunged heartily into the drawing room and had themselves introduced by Mrs. Berkeley as “my brother and his wife.” As the detective was deducing that George Berkeley had made a moderately rich man of his brother-in-law, out of the kindness of his heart or in self-defense. Mrs. Smith was twittering to him: “And are you Mr. Seymour Crosby? We’ve been simply dying to meet Clo’s young man. and of course we’ve read such reams about you—” “Don’t be an idiot, Lily!” Mrs.

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Berkeley cut in sharply. "This is Mr. Dundee, a college chum of Dick's. Mr. Crosby hasn't come down yet, and you really mustn’t— Oh” she broke off. as Gigi kicked her. She glanced toward the wide doorway leading into the front hall, and her face was immediately transfigured. She glowed, she beamed, she adored, she fluttered. "No. rilly. my dear Mr. Crosby! You're not at all late! I do hope you found your rooms comfortable and Johnson not too ghastly a valet Mr. Berkeley simply refuses most ridiculously to have a 'man' for himself and Dick, and Johnson is the best I could do locally. . . But I mustn't monopolize you, must I?" I'm afraid you'll find us a dull little family party tonight. We're rah-ther saving our energies for the big affair of tomorrow night—” And thus Bonnie Dundee met a man whom he would have traveled many miles to look upon, curiously, speculatively. For Dundee was a j born detective, and the true stop, of Seymour Crosby and a certain night in London was one of a score of mysteries he would have sacrificed much to solve. (To Bo Continued) The Meyer-Kiser Bank 128 E. WASHINGTON ST. We Pay 4 1/2% on Savings

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