Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 263, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 March 1930 — Page 24

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BEGIN HERE TODAY THE CHIME Doris Matthews, lady's nald, Is murdered Friday night in summer house by blow with heavy perfume flask; body, rock-weighted and tied with scarf, is dumped into lake on estate of millionaire Berkeieys. DETECTIVE3: Bonnie Dundee, house guest, and a’Scoverer of body at sunrise swimming party. Captain Strawn of the Homicide Squad. MEMBERS OF HOUSEHOLD * all under suspicion ■ MR. and MRS GEORGE BERKELEY, who quarreled Friday night over their daughter CLORINDA’S engagement to SEYMOUR CROSBY, New York socletv widower and close friend of Mrs. Berkeley's secretary. MRS. LAMBERT; OIGi BERKELEY, who unaccountably sprinkled all guests Friday night v.’ith perfume from flask presented by Crosby to Mrs. Berkeley, and later used as murder weapon; DICK BERKELEY, infatuated with Doris and missing all night from his room; EUGENE ARNOLD, chauffeur; Wickett, butler. Mrs. Berkeley accuses Arnold of having murdered both Doris and her missing son, Dick, because of Jealousy and following a quarreling between the three Friday atternoon. Dick walks in. says he has spent the night in the tower room, having fallen asleep waiting for Doris to meet him there as he had drunkenly forced her to nromise to do. Denies all knowledge of the crime Detectives go to tower room to check Dicks story. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN (Continued) When he had finished Captain Strawn beckoned to Dundee. “We’ll check up on that tower room right now, Dundee. Then, Mrs. Berkeley, I’ll come back to your story. In the meantime, I’ll give orders to the butler to serve breakfast downstairs and to have a tray sent up to you. “Yes, ma'am!" he added emphatically, as Mrs. Berkeley began to swell with indignation, “I’m running this house now—till Doris Matthews' murder is eleared up!’’ CHAPTER SIXTEEN AFTER Captain Strawn had given his orders to Wickett he joined Dundee in the third floor hall. ’ Before we take a look at that tower room. I’d like to have a sniff at the shoes young Dick was wearing last night,’ he said. “As I said before, the guy that crocked that perfume bottle over the girl's head is pretty sure to have got his shoes spattered with the stuff. Stepped in it, too. probably." “Through here, chief.' Dundee suggested. leading the way into his own room and thence into the connecting bath. “It was mighty decent of you to let me question Mrs. Berkeley and Dick, but I wan't you to know I'll bo glad to play dumb any time you say the word.” “That's all right, boy.” Strawn answered heartily. “You're doing a good job so far. George Berkeley is a mighty big man in this town and I don't want to antagonize him any more than I can help. “If you forget anything I’ll butt in. Don't you worry’l . . , Hmm. Swell room the kid's got! Wonder if he was lying when he said he wanted to marry the girl? His parents would have kicked him out, of course, and he knew it.” “I think he was really in love with her. though who knows what his love led him into?” Dundee answered thoughtfully. “Well, here’s his dressing room. And these seem to be the shoes he was wearing last night." Strawn took the fine, custommade pair of black dress shoes and sniffed them, walking away from the dressing room to do so, for the odor of Fleur and Amour was strong in there. “Can't smell anything but shoe polish,” he admitted. "Now. let’s see the sut he was wearing last night. . . . Tuxedo, hunh? Plenty of the stuff on this, all right. Do you think the kid sister splashed much of the perfume on Dick?” “She anointed us ail pretty thoroughly." Dundee answered ruefully. “My own Tux will have to go to the cleaner before I can wear it again." “Why did she do it? Pure cussedness?’” Strawn wondered. "I—don't know. She’s a wild little colt, but ” “Another mystery, eh? Well. I guess that it will wait. These trousers don’t seem to have any of the perfume on them. Let's get along to the tower room." a m m IT was a little, circular room, twothirds windows, which were draped with faded red velvet. The f rniture seemed to be a collection if odds and ends, discarded, per- I 3 ps, during one of Abbie Berkeley’s orgies of re-decoratlon. There were two ancient armchairs, a worn rug, a book case filled with

I juvenile and detective fiction, and a broken-spring sofa, whose brown velvet cover lay in a huddle on the floor. A metal smoking stand stood at the head of the sofa, and in it lay the tamped-out butts of seven cigarets. “I’ll have our chemist look these over and tell me approximately how old they are, though I don’t suppose it matters a whale of a lot,” Strawn said, as he emptied the ash tray into an old envelope from his own pocket. “The boy could have sneaked up here after the murder and done a furious lot of smoking then, to quiet his nerves. We have only his word for it that he was to meet the girl here "And even If he was, there was nothing to prevent his seeing her, from the window, as she went to the summer house to keep her appointment with Arnold —not knowing he wasn’t going to meet her. j “Afterwards, this room might I have appealed to him as a good i temporary hiding place. . , . What I are you shaking your head about?” j “I can’t see, for the life of me, i how the perfume flask fits in anywhere!” Dundee answered. “Besides, as I said, I think Dick was really in love with the girl.” “And he was drunk! Don’t forget that! Many a man has liquored himself up to a state where he’d rather kill a girl than see any other I man have her. But there’s no use ! theorizing yet. Let’s get back to j the old lady. . . . "Lord! What a woman!” he j added, with profound disgust. “Now. if it was her that was murdered.” i Dundee grinned his full agreement, j then, with an exclamation, bent to pick up a book that had fallen, open and face down, near the head of the couch. It was Conan Doyle’s “The Hound of the Baskervilles.” “Looks as if Dick was telling the truth about his reading, at any rate,” he observed, as he turned j through the pages of the first third of the book. “At least, it seems j that he made a stab at reading to pass the time, but his mind was j pretty well occupied with something else. See?” and he pointed to Page 54, on the margin of which was scribbled in pencil, “Doris Berkeley. Mrs. Richard Radcliffe Berkeley.” "Might be a plant,” Strawn growled. “The kid had all the rest of the night to think up a story’ and ways to make it sound good." "I hardly thing Dick is quite that clever.” Dundee objected. “And if ; this marginal scribbling can be taken at its face value, we have definite confirmation of his intention to ask her to marry him.” “All right. We’ll take it along. [• . . Nothing else? Then let’s go.” m n n WHEN the two men reached the second-floor landing of the marble stairs they found Detective Clemmons awaiting them, a small, wet bundle held gingerly in his cupped palms. “The apron, eh? Good! Where did Collins find it?” “In the lake, near the summer house, sir.” “Dropped off the bottom step, just as the body was, so it would make no splash that could be heard from the house.” Strawn commented, as he accepted it. "That'll do now. Clemons. How's everything downstairs?” “Everything quiet now, sir, though Cain had to call for Harper a few minutes ago to help him keep Arnold from busting out of the servants’ sitting room. He wanted to come up here and make you tell him what’s wrong.” When Clemmons had departed Strawn took the wet bundle to a bench against the wall of the sec-ond-floor hall and. regardless of the fine petit point upholstery, spread the contents. Among the fragments, large and small, of the broken crystal flask he found a little silver vanity case, marked with the initials “D. M.” “No letter,” Strawn observed with satisfaction, as he looked Into the little pocket of the lace and lawn apron. “Looks as if she didn’t get Arnold's note, telling her he couldn’t meet her, and went out to keep the appointment. “It may be in her room, of course, but we’ll let that slide till we’ve fin-

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ished with Mrs. Berkeley. Can’t do everything at once. I’ve got a man standing guard at the top of the backstairs in the third floor hall, so her room’s safe from meddlers.” “May I see that, Chief?” Dundee asked, wdth strange excitement, and reached for the vanity case. “Want to see what kind of lipstick a blond uses?” Strawn asked as he snapped open the mirrored lid. “Yes!” And he evidently did, for he squinted very thoughtfully at the bright red lipstick it contained. They found that Mrs. Berkeley had taken advantage of their absence to rise, wrap her plump body in a maribou-trimmed negligee of orchid chiffon, and dispose herself in a nest of lace-trimmed silk pillows on the chaise longue. Her breakfast tray was beside her, and both she and her husband, who was seated at her feet, were drinking coffee. The toast, eggs and fruit seemed to have been untouched. nan “\7'OU found that every word Dick said was true, didn’t you?” she demanded triumphantly of Captain Strawn. Without replying, the detective signaled to Dundee to get ready to continue the questioning. When he was seated near the woman, with pencil poised above the pad of notepaper, Dundee asked: “Mrs. Berkeley, when did you last see Doris Matthews?” “I did not see her at all after I went down for dinner," she stated positively. “Doris helped me dress. Dinner was to be at 7:30, and I left this room about 7:15. I never saw her again.” George Berkeley looked at his wife as if surprised or startled, seemed about to speak, then clamped his lips firmly together. Dundee saw, but was not yet ready to challenge Mrs. Berkeley’s truthfulness. Her lie concerning Dick’s promise not to press his attentions upon Doris had already given him ample indication of what to expect. “Was it then that you told Doris she need not wait up to help you get ready for bed?” he asked. “Why, yes. I am always careful to spare my servants as much as possible,” she said virtuously. “Doris had been extremely busy yesterday and today was to be a heavy day for all of us, so I wanted her to get. as much sleep as possible.” “And of course, since you were very much annoyed with Doris, because of Dick and Arnold, you were in no mood to see any more of her than was necessary,” Dundee agreed, disarmingly. “Now, Mrs. Berkeley, will you please tell me where you made up your face before dressing for dinner?” (To Be Continued)

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