Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 259, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 March 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN lIFRE TODAY THE CRIME I >ons Matthews, Inriv's rnslfl. murdrred Friday night m stimmerhou"' bv blow y-ith heavy perfume flask: bodv rocx-.veijjhtPd, dumped Into lake on r-.’at- of millionaire Rerkeievs. DETECTIVES Bonnie Dundee, guest At time ol crime and discoverer of body; Captain Strawn of the homicide squad. MEMBERS OF HOUSEHOLD: Mrs. George BERKELEY, rocial climber: George B ritlev, opposed to hD dnuj'liter CLORINDA’S engagement to SEYMOUR CROSBY. New York society wldoaer and a close friend of Mrs. Berkeley’s Fociai secretary. MRS. LEITH A LAMBERT, CLORIfcDA Berkeley. engaged to Crosbv. GIGI Berkeley; DICK Berkeley, drunk Friday nlgbt. ana so lntat’.iatca with Doris that ho had forced her to agree to meet him later, although she war engaged to EUGENE ARNOLD, chauffeur. WICKETT, butler, formerlj In ‘-mploy of both Mrs. Lambert and Crosby. . While detectives scour the estate for Dick Berkeley, missing from his room all night Dundee reconstructs crime, which he believes was Impromptu, and committed by a member of the household, because ot the perfume flask used as a weapon. . . .. 0 Strawn announced ms intention or searching for garments smelling of the perfume, hut Dundee tells him ever'/ person in tho draw'intt room Friday night had been splashed with it by Gigi—including the butler. NOW GO ON WITH THE BTOR\ CHAPTER TWELVE TO the devil with that kid!' Strawn exclaimed disgustedly, when Dundee told how Gigi Berkeley had seized the perfume flask and gone dancing madly from one to an- i other In the drawing room the night before, lavishly sprinkling perfume upon dinner coats and evening gowns. "If your crazy Gigi and that damned perfume don’t Quit bobbing | into this case, I'll go nuts. Now I , suppose all we’ve got to go on is \ blood stains—if any? , . . Would that woman have bled much. Doc? He turned to the coroner hopefully. “Very little,” Dr. Price answered. “There wouldn't have been any splashing of blood, if thats what you mean. Not from a scalp wound like that. As you can see from the remains of the stain'—and he pointed to the brownish spot on the floor —“there was a small pool of blood, which collected while the body lay there during the time the murderer was gathering the stones and binding the skirt. “But I should say it is entirely possible that the murderer got none on his clothes Probably the wound and the hair was swabbed off with the same cloth used to wipe up the floor.” "Damn" Strawn growled. Then he brightened. “Shoes? I don’t suppose that little pest, Gigi, anointed every one's shoes, as well as dinner coats and evening gowns, did she? “Well, then if I can find a pair of shoes stinking with this stuff, their owner's going to have a lot of explaining to do!” “Os course, there is a bare possibility that the murderer was an outsider—some intruder who found the girl waiting here for her sweetheart, not knowing he couldn't meet her,” Dundee offered dubiously. “Any evidence of an attack upon the girl. Dr. Price?” “None whatever,” the coroner answered. “As I expected,” Dundee nodded. "We couldn't hope this case would be as simple as that. Furthermore, a chance intruder would scarcely have taken the time and the trouble to dispose of the body. “He would simply have beat it as quickly as possible, fairly sure of many hours to escape before the hue and cry was raised. And still forthermore, such an explanation would entirely fail to account for the flask of perfume. “No. it seems to me that it's fairly obvious our murderer is a member of the Berkeley household, which includes all servants and guests, of course By the way, where is Crosby?” a a a “T SENT him to the house, along JL with two of the boys—Wilkins and Cain. Wilkins was to stand guard downstairs, to keep any one from busting in on us down here, and Cain was to watch Crosby. “Hey, boys!” he called to the three plainclothesmen and a uniformed policeman who still awaited orders. “Which one of you can swim?” The man in uniform stepped forward and saluted. “All right, Collins. Come along with us. Detective Dundee will lend you bis bathing suit. I want you to bring up a pile of five stones you’ll find on the bottom of the lake

about five or six feet from this summerhouse, and then dive until you find a little white apron tied about some broken glass. . . “You can remove the body now, Dr. Price. I see the morgue ambulance has come. . . . And let me have your report as soon as possible, Carraway,” he added to the fingerprint expert. “Be sure to include the fingerprints of the corpse, too.” The chief of the homicide squad hesitated for a moment, frowningly rubbing the grayish stubble on his massive jaw. Then: “Barnes, you and Peters are detailed to go over this section of the lawn and the lake's edge with a fine tooth comb. Bring in anything and everything you find that shows people have been here—cigar or cigaret stubs, burnt matches, handkerchiefs. and so on. . . . You, Clemmons,” and he addressed the only remaining plainelothesnian, “come along to the house with us.” Strawn, Dundee. Collins and Clemmons were setting off for the big stone mansion when a hallo stopped them. It was Detective Payne, followed at some distance by the two men he had chosen to help him search for Dick Berkeley. “Sorry, Chief!” he panted. “But no luck- We’ve been through every building on the estate, except the big house itself, and beat the shrubbery till a rabbit couldn’t have escaped us.” Strawn frowned and shrugged. "Guess he’s got away, all right, but he'll be a marked man, unless he’s managed to change his clothes. See anybody at all?” “A deaf old man who said he was the gardener, and a boy of 17 or 18, who was helping him in the far east corner of the estate,” Payne answered. “The boy told me they both live in town, and come to work at 8 o'clock.” “All right! Come along!” Strawn growled. And the cortege was augmented by three somewhat disheveled and sweating detectives.

THE chief halted it again, however, on the steps leading to the front veranda. “Dundee,” he ordered, “you bolt into the houseand get your bathing suit for Collins. I’m going to study the lay o fthings from the outside a bit—get an idea of the plan of the house; that sort of thing.” he explained lamely, and Dundee’s heart swelled with gratitude. The “old man" wanted him by his side when the storm broke inside. wanted him to'hear every word that was said, see the expression on every face when the hideous news was told. Wickett, the butler, looking haggard and harassed, opened the big front door for him and Collins. “Every one—that is, every one but Mr. Dick and Mrs. Berkeley, sir—is in what we call the ’little parlor,’ sir. the first room on your right,” he said in a low voice. “The other servants are in our own sitting room backstairs, sir. “As I was instructed, sir, I have ; not given out any facts at all. but T am afraid Miss Gigi has told her ; father ” “Mr. Crosby with them?” Dundee asked. “Yes, sir. But I don’t believe i he has amplified Miss Gigi's statement that the poor litle girl com- | mitted suicide. One of the deteci tives is with them.” “Thanks, Wickett! You've been a brick.” the young detective whispered fervently, and ran upstairs, fallowed more sedately by the uniformed policeman. When they returned, Dundee saw j the butler's tired old eyes widen j with dismay or horror at sight of 1 the scanty new costume which Collins was wearing. “Please, sir, you don't think Mr. Dick—?” “We haven’t found him yet.” Dundee answered, pretending not to understand. But he was startled. Odd that the butler was the first to hit upon the idea that Dick Berkeley's disappearance might be explained as gTewsomely as Doris Matthews’. Murder followed by suicide? So it was that when Collins struck off for the lake, he was under orders to search it thoroughly, first for something much heavier than a little pile of stones or a

—By Williams

small apron filled with bits of broken glass. In the great front hall. Wickett quietly insisted upon the proper amenities. Preceding the invading group, he opened the door of the “little parlor” and addressed Ma Berkeley punctiliously: “Captain Strawn of the police, sir.” Dundee, flushing in anticipation of the awkward explanation as to his own interest in the case, was at his chief’s side when Strawn entered the room. tt tt a IN the quivering silence which gripped the room George Berkeley advanced and held out his hand. “I have been told something of what has happened here, Captain Strawn ” he said, with grave courtesy, "and of course I am at your disposal, though I am afraid I know very little about police methods where suicide is concerned.” “Mr. Berkeley,” Strawn answered, a little pompously, “I’m very sorry to tell you that it is not suicide with which we have to deal, but—murder!” The * next minute was one of dreadful confusion. Dundee tried to see everything, hear everything, but his ears were ringing with Gigi’s scream, his eyes clung compassionately to the terror-stricken little face until it buried itself in Mrs. Lambert’s lap. “Don’t, my darling, don’t!” the social secretary pleaded, her arms enfolding the child protectingly. Then she raised her silver-crowned head and looked reproachfully at Captain Strawn. “Please remember, sir, that this child already has suffered a terrible shock,” she commanded. “Sorry, ma'am, but this is no time to mfnee words,” Strawn replied gruffly. “Doris Matthews has been murdered, and it is my duty to question every person who was in this house last night. “But before the investigation gets under way I’ll say to you, sir,” and he turned again to George Berkeley, “that you and me both can consider ourselves lucky that Mr. Dundee happens to be on the scene of the crime.”

There was a slight movement of surprise on the part of every one in the room. Clorinda Berkeley gasped, then threw up her head, her black eyes measuring Bonnie Dundee with cool insolence. Seymour Crosby took a step forward. then halted, looking absurdly puzzled. Mrs. Lambert relaxed the fiercely protective pressure of her arms, made an effort to lend her usually charming smile to a puzzling moment. Even Gigi raised her tear-stained little brown face and stared. Dundee felt the hot blood of embarrassment burning in his cheeks. (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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