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BEGIN HERE TODAY' THE CRIME: Doris Matthews, lady's maid. Is murdered Friday night in summerhouse by blow with heavy perfume flask; body, rock-weighted and tied with >carf. is dumped into lake on estate of millionaire BERKELEYS. DETECTIVES: Bonnie Dundee, house guest and discoverer of body at sunrise swimming party; Captain Strawn of Ihe homicide squad. MEMBERS OF THE HOUSEHOLD fall under suspicion): MR. and MRS. < I ORGE BERKELEY, who quarreled late Fridav nieht over their daughter t LORIVDA’S engagement to SEY'MOI’R ( ROSBY' of New York. close friend of Mrs. Berkeley’s secretary, MRS. LAMBI.RT; GIGI Berkeley, who unaccountably sprinkled all persons in the drawing room Friday night with perfume from flask presented by Crosby to Mrs. Berkeley and later used as murder weapon; DICK Berkeley, who. after having been missing all night, turns up while his mother is accusing EUGENE ARNOLD. chauffeur, of having murdered him as well as the girl: butler. formerly In employ of both Mrs. Lambert and Crosby. Strawn and Dundee check Dick’s story that he spent the night in the tower room of the house. Returning to their questioning of Mrs. Berkeley, they hear from her that she never saw her maid after 1:15 Friday night. To Strawn’s amazement Dundee suddenlv asks Mrs. Berkeley: "Did you so approve of your appearance after Doris had finished her work that you leaned toward the mirror and kissed >our own reflection?" _ NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN (Continued) She looked blank, then bridled indignantly. “Really, Mr. Dundee! . . Well, if you must know, Doris gave me a quick facial massage at my dressing table in the bathroom, and applied cosmetics there, too. But I really can’t see ” “The mirror above the bathroom dressing table was spotless then?/’ he persisted, heedless of her anger. “Why, certainly it was? My servants ” Mrs. Berkeley, did you by any chance so approve of your appearance after Doris had finished her work that you learned toward the mirror and kissed your own reflection?” CHAPTER SEVENTEEN REALLY. Mr. Dundee!” Mrs. Berkeley cried furiously. “This is too much! The very idea of asking me if I kissed myself in the mirror! I never did such a silly think in my life.” "Then may I ask, Mrs. Berkeley, if. when you were using the mirror, you noticed upon its surface the print of rouged lips?” Dundee persisted. “Certainly not! I’ve told you the mirror was spotless!” “What are you driving at, Dundee?” Captain Strawn demanded, sorely puzzled. “I'll show you! Step into the bathroom with me, sir.” They left Mrs. Berkeley talking excitedly in a low tone to her husband. and passed into the bath room which lay between the sitting room and the bedroom. “Looks like a movie set, don't it?” Strawn chuckled, as his keen eyes took in the orchid-and-green magnificence. “Sunken tub, shower cabinet, towels big enough for blankets “Lord! What a dressing table! Enough cosmetics here to stock a shop,” he added, his glance sweeping over the array of orchid and pale green crystal jars and bottles lined about the wide top of the dressing table, in the center of which a basin was sunk. “See that, chief?” And Dundee pointed to a Cupid's bow of brightred rouge clearly defined near the bottom of the beveled, frameless nf -to: owung above the low die&smg table. A nearly perfect Cupid's bow. except for the fact that the print was slightly smudged downward. "Well. I'll be darned!” Strawn whispered, but Dundee was too busy. He was unscrewing the cap of a tiny green crystal jar. “Mrs. Berkeley's lip rouge,” he explained, showing the dark red salve. "And Deri's.” he added, again opening the little silver tube of lipstick which the dead girl's compact had contained. a a a NOT satisfied with comparing the color of the smudge on the glass with Doris' lipstick, he bent close to sniff the mirrored sample, then held .he little tube to his nose. “It’s the same, chief. That print on the mirror was made by Doris Matthews!” “Well, now were getting somewhere!” Captain Strawn ejaculated, with high satisfaction. “Maybe." Dundee agreed, and they returned to th bedroom. “Now, Mrs. Berkeley," he began, when he had resumed seat and note-

paper, “will you please tell me whether Doris was permitted to use lipstick while on duty?” “Certainly not!” Mrs. Berkeley answered emphatically. “And was Doris still in your room when you went down the dinner?” She considered for a moment, then brightened. “No. I’d kept her longer than I expected, and just as I was nearly ready' to go down Clorinda called on the house phone. We have an inter-communi-cating system; you know, so that we can telephone to almost any room in the house, Just by’pushing little buttons—” “Yes? So Doris went to assist Miss Berkeley?” “Yes, immediately, before I left my room." “And would Doris have returned to this room later for any reason?” “Why, of course!” To lay out my night things and turn down the covers.” “She could have attended to these duties as early as she pleased?” “Why, certainly, 6ince I had told her I would not need her to help me get ready for bed,” Mrs, Berkeley answered, casting an uneasy glance at her husband. C “Now, Mrs. Berkeley, may I ask when you came up 4 o bed?” “Let me see. . . . Hmm.” Natural color mingled with an mottled the heavy coating of rouge on her cheeks. “I’d say it was about twenty minutes to 12, wouldn’t you, George?” she appealed to her husband. He nodded, his lips tightening. “On coming upstairs, Mrs. Berkeley, did you see any one—hear anything?" “Oh. no! Not a sound!” she assured him eagerly. “The house was quiet as the grave!” Then she uttered a little scream as she realized what word she had used. “Oh! I simply can’t realize ” “And you. Mr. Berkeley?” Dundee turned to his host. “Not a sound! I went directly to my room, saying good-night to my wife in the hall. My room occupies the northwest corner of the second floor,” “And did either of you hear anything later? Any footsteps?” "No!” husband and wife answered in unison. “The sound of the limousine returning?" Dundee persisted. And again they both answered “No!” "Did you hear the car return before you went upstairs?” “I didn’t notice,” Berkeley answered, and his wife: “Neither did I, but of course Arnold would have taken the car directly to the garage from the gates, not coming anywhere near the front of the house.” u u * “U IGHT!” Dundee agreed. Then, XV “You went immediately to bed, Mrs. Berkeley?” "I was very tired, and I had a terrible headache, so I just took a bromide tablet and went right to bed.” “Isn’t it rather unusual for you to go to bed without removing your make-up and applying skin cream?” Dundee asked quietly. “Oh!” Her hands flew to her heavily coated cheeks. “I—yes, it is unusual, but I was very tired and ’* "And upset over your conference with your husband?” Dundee supplied. with deceptive gentleness. “Your forget yourself. Mr. Dundee!” she rebuked him angrily. "That has nothing at all to do with —with poor little Doris’—death.” “But the subject of that conference—Mr Seymour Crosby—knew Doris Matthews quite well, I believe. I heard him say last night that he was eager to see her again “Stop. Mr. Dundee!" Mrs. Berkeley cried melodramatically. “I will not permit you to insinuate vile things against the man my daughter is going to marry!” "Whom our daughter is not going to marry!” George Berkeley cut in stemlv. "Captain Strawn, the reporters will inevitably be swarming over the place, and I shall be greatly obliged if you will not refer to Mr. Seymour Crosby as my daughters fiancee. Mr. Dundee is right. My wife and I had a long—conference last night, after bidding you good-night, and I made it quite clear then that

—By Williams

no engagement would be announced at the party which was to have taken place this evening.” “I don’t see why we can’t have the party,” Mi's. Berkeley protested angrily. "Just because a maid is dead —” “Murdered, Mrs. Berkeley!" Captain Strawn reminded her grimly. "Murdered! And because of the peculiar nature of the case I must tell you now that every person who was in this house last night is a suspect until the real murderer is under arrest.” “Oh, oh!” she moaned. “Then will you please hurry and finish your horrid questions? I’ll have to spend the whole day telephoning, calling off my poor party—” “The newspapers will do that for you very successfully, Mrs. Berkeley,” Captain Strawn assured her. “There will be extras before noon, and the regular afternoon sheets will be glad to carry a formal announcement from you. Anything else, Dundee?” tt an “ JUST one or two things more. . . . Mrs. Berkeley, when you came to your room about twenty minutes to 12, did you use your bathroom dressing-table at all?” The shamed flush deepened on the woman’s cheeks. “Why, no, I don’t think I did. There’s a thermos bottle of ice water on my bedside table and I keep the bromide tablets in a little drawer in the table. In fact, I took the tablet after I got into bed.” “Then you had no occasion to look at the mirror?” “No. I don’t remember even glancing toward it.” “But you did miss the flask of perfume Mr. Crosby had given you?” Dundee asked quickly. “I—yes, I did look about for it. Just glanced at the bathroom dressing table and at the vanity dresser in this room, looking for it.” “And could not find it?” “No. I was furious with Wickett for having disobeyed me. I gave it to him after ” she floundered and flushed, recalling the shameful scene which had ended in her slapping Gigi’s face before her guests—“a few minutes after Mr. Crosby gave it to me, and told him to take it up to my rooms. That was when ; you were telephoning,” she explained. “You found that Doris had been in here to lay out your things and prepare the bed for the night?” “Oh, yes. Everything was exactly as usual,” she assured him eagerly. “Mrs. Berkeley, I’ll ask you again: Was Doris Mathews in this room or in any of your three rooms when you came up to bed?” “No! How dare you doubt my word!” she cried furiously. 'And did you not see her or speak to her again after she left you to help your daughter dress?” “No, I didn't!” “Abbie, this is no time for—evasion or—lapses of memory,” her husband cut in. “Please tell these gentlemen the truth!” (To Be Continued!

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—By Martin

After several days the schooner fell in with H. M. Sloop of War "Shorewater.” Through its wireless Lord Greystoke learned that which filled his and his wife’s heart with joy and thanksgiving—his little son was safe at his town house. It developed that Rokoff had hidden the child in a low den where nameless Infants were harbored, but a woman informant had enabled Lord Greystoke s solicitors to ransom him.

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