Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 257, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 March 1930 — Page 24

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ni .i\ hi hi roiAV THE CHIME Doris Matthews. lady's maid, murdered Friday imtht m summerhouse bv blow on tiie head with heavy perfume flask: body dumped into lake on estate of millionaire Berkeleys. DETECTIVES Bonnh Dundee, guest at time of crime and discoverer of body at sunrise swimming party; Captain drawn of the Homicide Souari. MEMBERS Ob' HOUSEHOLD. Mrs. George Berkeley, social climber; George Berkeley, opposed to his daughter s ntarri Seymour Crosby New York society widower, close friend of Mrs. Lrtitia Lambert; social secretary to Mrs. Berkeley Clorlnda Berkeley, engaged to Crosby; Observed bv Dundee stealing out of the house Friday night, scarf in band Oiei Berkeley. who unaccounably sprinkled all guests Filday night from flask of perfume presented by Crosby to Berkeley, drunk V’ridav night, infatuated with Doris, had forced her to agree to meet him nler that night. Wickett butler, formerly is employ of both Mrs.' Lambert and Crosby. Eugene Arnold, chauffeur, engaged to Florinda and Dick are first suspects. Dick is still missing from his room. While coroner and nngperprint experts are at work over body Captain St lawn summons Wickett for Questioning. NOW <iO ON WITH nil STORY CHAPTER NINE (Continued* But if you want niv official connection with the homicide squad to be kept dark, I have a suggestion to make.” “Well?” Strawn growled. ‘'Shoot! We've got to get busy.” “You can give out that I am an amateur criminologist, engaged in rejoarch work preparatory to writing books on the subject—which is strictly true, by the way; that I have studied Scotland Yard methods and that I was able to render you valuable aid in solving the Rhodes house murders. , . . Otherwise. Chief, I'll have to resign now —with deep regret.” An angry retort trembled on Strawn’s lips, but he bit it back, and considered scowlingly. At last he capitulated grumpily: “All right, Dundee! You know I need you, but I'm warning you now that I'm in charge of this case, and I won t have you getting too big for your breeches. . . . Wickett!” And the hunt was on. CHAPTER TEN WITH unhurried dignity the butler obeyed Captain Strawn’s summons, but halted just before setting foot on the first of the two steps leading from the cement walk into the little summer house, his sad eyes involuntarily flinching away from further sight of the slim, rigid body laid out on the bench. Strawn and Dundee descended the steps together. Strawn spoke, his voice curt but not unkind: “Wickett. docs young Berkeley drive his own car?" The butler appeared startled. “Why. yes, sir. There are four cars, sir. The family limousine. Miss Clorinda’s coupe. Mr. Dick’s sports car—a two-passenger, that is; and the sendee truck.” “Thanks. , . . Come here, Payne!” Strawn called to one of the group of uniformed policemen and plainclothes detectives awaiting orders a short distance away on the lawn. “Dash down to the garages and check up on the cars you find there. Should be four. "I particularly want to know if a two-passenger sports car is missing. That’s the garage, isn't it, Wickett?” and he pointed to a wide, narrow stone building which lay several hundred feet behind and fiightly to the west of the Berkeley house. “Yes. sir. Arnold. Eugene Arnold, is the chauffeur, but he's probably it breakfast now in the servants’ fining room. He sleeps over the tarage. sir. and has doubtless opened it for the day." “Get along. Payne, and make it snappy!” Strawn ordered. “Now, Wickett. before I go into the house and notify the family that murder's been committed out here. I want you to answer a few questions . . . First, do you know anything at all about this bad business?” “No. sir." the butler answered, after the faintest hesitation. “Any suspicions, Wickett?” Strawn pounced. “I—no. sir!” a 0 • WICKETT." Dundee interrupted. “I’ve already told Capt. Strawn that you. as well as I, overheard Mr. Dick Berkeley urging Doris to meet him outside last night, after the family were in bed You know. Wickett. that I am Mr. Dick's guest here, his friend, out at m time like this, everything we know must be told. I am sure you

I want to see poor little Doris i avenged, and as speedily' as possi- ! ble.” “That I do, sir!” the butler agreed huskily. “I did overhear, quite by i accident, the conversation you refer J to, and I thought it my duty to j j speak to Doris when Mr. Dick had j j left her. Tt was in the back hall, j | sir," he explained to Strawn. 1 “The poor child assured me she ; j had no intention of keeping her j promise to Mr. Dick. She said she j had already arranged to meet Ar- ! | nold for a stroll around the lake —” I “Arnold, the chauffeur?” Strawn ; i interrupted sharply, j “Yes, sir. They are—Doris and ! , Arnold were engaged to be married, ! sir; had become engaged a few days ago,” the butler explained. “I might j add that we were all very much : pleased, sir ” j “Well! Anew suspect and anew j motive!” Strawn ejaculated. “Jeal- j ■ ousy. eh?” and he raised his eye- ; ; brows triumphantly at Dundee. I The butler coughed deprecatingly. j I "If you'll pardon me, sir. . . . Thank i you, sir. . . . The chauffeur and the j limousine were required at about 11, | | sir. to drive Mr. and Mrs. Benja- j min Smith, Mrs. Berkeley's brother I and sister-in-law, to their home in | West-view.” “Westview, eh?” Strawn frowned, j “That's about fifteen miles from j Hillcrest, Dundee. . . . Did you hear Arnold return. Wickett?” “No, sir,” the butler answered ; readily. “But I feel sure he did I not make an effort to see Doris.” ! “Why?” Strawn snapped. “Because, sir. when he brought i the car around to the front door I admitted him, and he asked me to ; give Doris a note, in which, as he told me, he had explained why he : could not meet her last night.” “I intended to hand her the note, ! but my duties kept me constantly downstairs, and I placed it on a | little table in the back hall. I knew | she would find it. there on her way to meet Arnold, if I did not have an opportunity to give it to her before.” "And you left the note there?” "Yes, sir. In fact, sir, I am i ashamed to confess that- I forgot j about it. It had been a heavy day. j preparing for the big party which ! was planned for tonight ” “And which won't come off now!” j Dundee interrupted, with a certain : grim satisfaction. At least the or- 1 deal of another of Abbie Berkeley’s j I terrible parties would be spared i j him! ; "Yes, sir.” Wickett agreed gravely, and Dundee suspected that Wickett shared his feelings. WELL, Wickett, get along with your story!” Strawn com-! i manded, impatiently. "Did you see ; ; the girl again? After she told you she wasn’t going to meet young, j Berkeley, I mean.” “No. sir. She said she was going | up to her room, to write to her sis- ! ter in England, about her engage-1 | ment to Arnold, sir. She also said j that Mrs. Berkeley had told her it i was not necessary for her to wait up for either herself or Miss Clorinda.” I “Did Mrs. Berkeley know of the date Doris had with Arnold?" Strawn asked. “No, sir! Doris remarked that she j hoped Mrs. Berkeley would not find it out,'' the butler answered. "Why?" Strawn shot at him. The butler flushed silghtly and his eyelids flickered, but he did not answer. "How did Mrs. Berkeley and Doris hit it off? Not so good, eh?" Strc .1 ! probed. "Doris was an excellent lady's maid, sir—sweet-tempered and effiI cient,” Wickett answered, that husky note of grief in his voice again. "But Mrs. Berkeley—not so sweettempered. eh. Wickett?" Strawn dug at him relentlessly. "If you'll pardon me. sir—” Wickett pleaded. "I guess I'm answered.” Strawn concluded, with satisfaction. "All j right, now; what about the note? You forgot about it last night, you | said. Did you see it this morning?” "No. sir. it was not on the little ! table where I had left it." "Then Doris must have found it on her way out to meet Arnold, j eh? ’ Strawn deduced, glancing toward Dundee. *

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"But if she found the note, calling the date off, I'in wondering why i she left the house at all,” Dundee : objected. "That’s easy!” Strawn laughed drily. “With Arnold safely out of the way, she could keep her promis to meet Dick Berkeley!” “No, sir!” Wickett spoke with a positiveness startling in contrast with his former respectful mildness. "Not Doris, sir! She was not that sort of girl!” “Perhaps you don’t know, Wickett, that Dick Berkeley sneaked out of the house last night to keep that date with Doris, and is still missing. Or did you see him go out?” “No, sir,” the butler answered, but for an instant there was in his eyes that same black rage with which he had looked at Dick Berkeley the night before. tt tt tt \T that moment Detective Payne came loping up. breathless, apologetic. "All four cars in the garage. sir. Sorry to be so long, but I had to go to the house and get the keys from the chauffeur. “And, say, chief, that guy, Arnold. is in an awful stew. Tried to get me to tell him what’s up, but I kept my mouth shut. It seemed to give him an awful jolt when he saw that the sports car was sitting pretty ” “All right. Payne!” Strawn interrupted. “'Take three of the boys and scour the estate for Dick Berkeley—a young man in dinner clothes. Any place he could hide that you know of, Wickett?” “There are several buildings on the estate, including a gardener’s cottage, which is not in use now, and Miss Gigi's little playhouse—also not often in use now, sir,” Wickett answered. “All right, Payne! Hop to it! Search everything, even if you have to bust down doors.” Strawn ordered. “And you. Wickett, you can go to the house and get along with the family’s breakfast, but don’t serve it until I give you the word. “Arid don’t talk —understand?” he cautioned sternly. Then: “Wait a minute! What time did you go up to bed last night?” “At 11:15, sir.” “After even' one else had gone to bed?” “Mr. and Mrs. Berkeley were still talking in the library, sir, but Mr. Berkeley told me to go to bed. I already had locked up.” "Did any one. to your knowledge, leave the house last night, after the Smiths had gone?” "No, sir. I did not see or hear any one leave the house.” “After you went up to your room, did you see or hear anything that might have any bearing on the murder?” “Nothing, sir. I was very tired, and went to sleep almost immediately.” (To Be Continued)

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