Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 256, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 March 1930 — Page 12

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BSC.IV her*: TODAY mi CRIME Dor-> Mathew jwreUj Enel‘i--!i lari' - maid murdered Fndiv i niabt/ lu summer house- b' blow on head i from *m' perfume flask; Poti.y ciumcrd ’ Into lake or* e- late of millionaire B'-rse-levs. . DI _r ECTTVK6 Bonnie Duudee e-J's.. es Dick perkelev at lime ol crime. and ' disc. -err r of bod' a? sunrise stvimmiiiß pare r'antain Strawn of the Hamilton homi'ide squad. MEMBERS OI HOUSEHOI.D: Mrs. Cieonrr Berkeie'. social climber, fieorae Berkeley, opposed to his daughter', mar - rlage ,(,> Sevmour Crosbv, Net York sor <-• widower, under a cloud in the eye- 0 poll- ' out a close friend ot Mm l.e'r Lambert. wul secretary to Mrs. Berkeley. , _ . Clorlnda Berkeley, encased to Crorby, but not nr love wit him: observed st*ail' K out of house Friday night bv Duntec Or; Berkeley 15. tho unaccountabv epr.nkled all guM: Friday night from fls k of e.s-i ;mr nrcsented by Crcr-by to Dick Berkeley, drunk Frida* night: ln-faie-ited mill Doris, bad forced lmr to aster to meet lvm later Friday night, acd k oe- b" Dundee to have been mt-’ing from h's mom. Wickett. butler, formerly In employ of both Mr. tanibcrt and Crosbv. Eugene Arnold, chauffeur, engaged to Dl C’!nrinda nnd Dick are first suspects. F rsnn sends Dundee to find if Dick Is tr. h*s room. NOB C.O ON WITH THE STOKY CHAPTER EIGHT <Continued "Right!” Strain agreed. “But now at the risk of Crosby's thinking you are too thick with the police, I want you to go and have another look in his room. "Take care not to spread the alarm, however, and if young Berkeley’s there, have him come to the summerhouse immediately. . . . By the way, whose idea was the swimming par f y, anyway?” "Georgina Berkeley's,” Dundee answered curtly. “They call her Gigi. She's only a kid—l3." “Then I suppose that lets her out,” Sirawn conceded. ‘She'd hardly invite a party down to see what she'd done, then obligingly discover the body herself. Unless there's something in that old saying about a criminal returning to the scene of the crime. ”Hey, boy! Keep your shirt on! I’m not accusing any one—yet! But in a case like this you’ve got to think of everything. Now get along with you!” CHAPTER NINE AS Dundee let himself into the house by the front door, hoping to evade the hysterical questions of the servants, who must have noted the arrival of the police cars, the dcor leading into the backstairs quraters was torn open and a young man in chauffeur's uniform lunged toward him, pausing only Jong enough to slam the door viciously in the face of a maid who was pressing forward inquisitively. "Excuse me, sir!" the chauffeur panted. "But will you tell me what's up? What are the police doing here? "Della, the upstairs maid, told me Doris didn't sleep in her room last night. It's not true, is it? Nothing's happened to Doris! The police aren't here about her. are they sir?” He was almost sobbing, and one big. freckled hand kept running distractedly through his curly, dark-ened-red hair. When Dundee hesitated to answer. the chauffeur so tar forgot himself as to seize the guest's arm and shake it frenziedly. “For God’s sake, sir, why won't you tell me? I'm Arnold—Eugene Arnold, the Berkeley chauffeur, and I'm engaged to be married to Doris. I have a right to ask if anything's happened to her—” "I'm sorry. Arnold," Dundee said slowly, "but T can't speak for the police. Will you please wait as quietly ss possible in the sonants* sitting room until Captain Strawn calls for you? And I thtnk it would be v ise for you not to talk—” “Then it is Doris!” Arnold interrupted. his vo ce going heavy and dull with despair. Then apparently realization swept over him. * His freckled, pleasant young face flamed with anger. "Did she elope with Dick Berkeley, sir’ Is that what the row's about 0 For God's sake, tell me!" "Sorry, but I'm afraid I can t tell you anything. Arnold." Dundee said quietly, and started up the stairs. "Gone! With that drunken rotter!” Arnold groaned, and lurched blindly toward the back-hall door. But before hr disappeared Dundee heard him vow. with terribic intensity: "I'll find him and kill him If I have to hunt all over the world sot; him!"

“ \ VIOLENT young man,” Dun l\. dee. commented wearily to himself, as he plodded upstairs. He hoped to gain the third floor without further interruption, but as he reached the second Clorinda Berkeley stepped forward. She had changed from bathing suit to a morning dress of darkgreen jersey, a color which made her pallor quite ghastly. “Why didn't you tell him that Doris had committed suicide?” she demanded coldly. "I imagine he would rather have had the news from you than from a policeman.” "Because I don’t know that Doris committed suicide,” Dundee, answered, watching the beautiful, somber face keenly. "Don't quibble with me!” she retorted, in a low, arrogant voice. "Gigi confessed to me on the way to the house that she recognized the ’mermaid’ in the lake, and I watched from my window as you dived for the body and took it- into the summerhouse.” "Where is Gigi now? Why aren’t you with her?” Dundee asked sharply.

‘You don’t like me, do you?” Clorinda asked, with amazing irrelevance. "So feiv people do! ... . Gigi preferred to be consoled by Mrs. Lambert, as I was busy being rather sick at my stomach. "Doris was one of the few people who liked me, and—l was very fond of Doris. I can't imagine why she should commit, suicide, unless —” She broke off abruptly, and Dundee saw a flicker of quickly controlled fear in her magnificent black eyes. "I’m rather anxious to get into my clothes,” Dundee excused himself curtly. Not for him, in the character of house guest in Clorinda Berkeley’s home, to probe the meaning of that "unless.” . . . "By the way. Miss Berkeley, do your father and mother know yet?” : “No. I didn’t fancy the task,” Clorinda retorted coolly. "There’s nothing Mother enjoys so much as a good fit of hysterics, and Father and I are not on confidential terms just now.” she added, with bitter humor. "I see the police have arrived. They'll probably enjoy the sensation. I shouldn't.” Dundee proceeded up the stairs, grateful to Mrs. Lambert and Gigi ; for not bursting out upon him with questions he could not answer. Odd that Gigi should prefer Mrs. Lambert to her mother, though Dundee could not but be glad that it was the social secretary’s gentle understanding which was now copjmg with the high-strung little i girl's shocked nerves. a a a HE went to his own room, thence, by way of the bathroom, to Dick Berkeley’s. As he had expected and feared, the missing man had not returned. For the first time he tried the door leading into the hall. It was locked. Doubtless Dick had pocketed the key, to prevent his absence being discovered by anyone but Dundee, who had heard him make the rendezvous with Doris and who, he j must have thought, could be dei pended upon not to give him away. But now. Dundee reflected grim(ly. it no longer was a question of shielding a friend engaged in an i intrigue with a pretty servant. Doris : Matthews had been murdered, and ; the hounds of the law would have to be set upon Dick Berkeley’s ' trail. Ten minutes later, decentlyclothed and sketchily shaved, Dundee sped down the backstairs and out of the house. A frightened cook and housemaid had peeped out at him, but he had given them no time : to question him. The machinery of the law had been set in motion during his abj senee. Caotain Strawn and the coroner. Dr. Price, whom he had met during the investigation into the Rhodes house murders, were bending over the body of the dead girl, still stretched upon the curving bench of the summer house. The finger-print expert. CarraN\ay. was already busy with his black ponder and camera. Wickett. the Butler, still stood outside the little arbor, but Seymour Crosby was missing from the grewsome 1 picture. ‘ a knot of uniformed policemen

—By Williams

and plam-clothes detectives stood on the lake’s edge, awaiting instructions from the chief of the homicide squad. "Dick Berkeley has not returned,” Dundee reported to Strawn, in a voice so low that Wickett could not hear. "Since he’s still in dinner clothes—they’re not in his closet — I don’t think he could have got far without being noticed.’' Strawn turned bis back on the corpse, and jerked his head toward the immobile butler. "Got any reason to think the old boy’s mixed up in this?” he whispered. "None whatever!” Dundee answered sincerely. "Then don’t you think it might be a good idea to let him in on the secret of your official connection with the police?” Strawn suggested. "If this thing isn’t quickly cleared up by a confession from Dick Berkeley and develop into a first-class mystery, we’ll need Wickett as an ally. “No one knows as much about a family like tiffs as its butler, and besides, he can keep the coast clear of other servants while you snoop around in the bedrooms and such.” a a a “ TUST a minute, chief!” Dundee J interrupted. “I agree with you that I might be of infinitely more value as a trusted guest, rather than as a detective, but—hang it all, I am a guest here, and I simply can’t do it—snoop around in the bedrooms as you suggest ” "Resigning from the force, because a friend of yours is mixed up in this, Dundee?” Strawn asked, a sneer twisting his broad, thin mouth. "I don’t think you mean that, Captain Strawn.” Dundee answered quietly. "I want to be on the case, but I’d rather be open and above board about It.” “And jeopardize your future usefulness on the homicide squad? Your uncle, the police commissioner, and I agreed after the Rhodes House murders that you could serve us best by not getting yourself tagged as what the people call a ‘common detective.’ “With the education and social advantages you’ve had you can move in circles not open to the rest of us ” "I know the argument, and I’ve been willing to be of service in any way possible,” Dundee interrupted, “but in this instance I can’t bring myself to abuse hospitality so flagrantly. There’s another thing, too: as a guest, presumably under police surveillance as much as any other person in the house, I should have little chance to be of any real use to you. I couldn’t be secreted <- hind screens while you were conducting your investigation, as I was at the Rhodes House, and not even Wickett’s connivance could long cover my snooping frem servants or members of the famliy. (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

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.MAR. 6, 1930

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