Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 266, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 March 1930 — Page 10

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS, lady s maid, li murdered F'ridav night in a Mimmerhouse on the Berkeley estate by a blow with a heavy perfume flash, and the body, rockwrighted and tied with CLORINDA BERKELEYS scarf. Is dumped into the lake, where It Is found Saturday morning by DETECTIVE BONNIE DUNDEE, house guest, who summons CAPTATN STRAWN. MEMBERS OF HOUSEHOLD (all under suspicion*: MR. and MRS. GEORGE BERKELEY, who have quarreled over Clorindas engagement to SEYMOUR CROSBY, close friend of the social secretary. MRS. LAMBERT: OIGI BERKELEY, who sprinkled all persons in drawing room F'ridav night with perfume from flask presented by Crosby to Mrs. Berkeley and iater 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 Dirk and Doris: WICKETT. butler, formerly In employ of both Mrs. fjimbert and Crosby. Mrs. Berkeley rontends she did not see or speak to Doris aftpr 7:15. but is forced to admit she railed Doris over house phone about 11:15 from the library and told her to await her mistress in the bedroom; says Doris was not there. Confronted with the rouged print of Doris’ mouth on the bathroom dressingtable mirror, Mrs. Berkeley admits she slapped the maid while dressing for dinner for having said she used “too much perfume;” denies scene took place in bathroom; swears Doris was not there when she *Mrs. Berkeley) came up to bed about 11:40. but collapses when told her daughter Clorinda's scarf was found tied about the murdered girl's legs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER NINETEEN IT was Bonnie Dundee who mixed a dose of aromatic spirits of ammonia and George Berkeley who, ttaggering a little under her weight, carried the fainting woman to her unmade bed. “Looks like a confession coming on, don’t it?” Captain Strawn whispered as Dundee was burn'ing past him to the bed. But when Mrs. Berkeley opened her eyes and was jerked back to realization bv the sight of Captain Strawn bending expectantly over her, she did nothing more illuminating than to scream, then close her eyes again, rolling her head distractedly on the mussed pillows. They left her in her husband's charge shortly, but in the hail Strawn beckoned to a detective doing patrol duty and stationed him in the little foyer between sitting room and bedroom, with instructions to listen at the not quite closed door leading Into the bedroom. As Dundee and Strawn were walking down the broad stairs the latter whispered exultantly: “Pretty good case again her, eh? Wickett took the flask of perfume Crosby had given her to her room between 10 and 12. "She says herself she told him to take it up, and I'd bet my shield he did. Perfume gone. Girl in struggle in the bathroom. And the old Tartar admits she slapped the girl around 7 o'clock. “Tried to lie about ordering the girl to go to her room and wait till she came up. Thought her husband would back her up. and nobody else would know. “But George Berkeley's a white man, and no fool, either. Wouldn't let her get away with it, would he?” and Strawn chuckled. They had almost reached the last step, and Dundee halted before answering in a low voice: “There's something—a lot.—that hasn't come out yet. Chief. Did you catch that about the other bottle of perfume? I’d give a good deal to know the truth about Doris’ ’impudence’—exactly what she said to make Mrs. Berkeley slap her. “As it is now. I can't see Mrs. Berkeley chasing the girl out of the house, brandishing the flask of Fleur d'Amour, till she caught up with hei in the summer house, and then cracking the poor thing on the head with it, no matter how impudent Doris has been or how serious their quarrel was. if she was there when Mrs. Berkeley went up for the the night.” a a a “T TUNCH!’’ Strawn snorted. “You il don't doubt for a minute that she was there, do you? You proved that yourself, with the mouth-print on the mirror. The struggle, too. “And you saw what a spitfire the old dame is! Got fists like sledge hammers. My chest’ll be sore for a week. No telling what a woman like that will do when she loses her temper. “Not only was she sore at the girl for ‘saving’ her. but she had it in for her plenty about Dick.” -Yes, I know,” Dundee frowned. •But Well, what next? Clorinda?” •

"Sure! If she gives us what sounds like a straight story as to how that scarf got into the siun*ner house. I, for one. am pretty near ready to get out the bracelets for the old lady. “Guess I ought to have checked up on the shoes she was wearing last night, to see if there was any of that perfume on the soles, but I didn’t want to show my hand too soon. ."There'll be time for that later, when she’s out of the way. The shoes are safe, all right. She can’t dispose of them or souse them in benzoin without being caught at it.” They found the two girls, Mrs. Lambert and Crosby lingering at the breakfast table, though no one was eating. Lounging in the arched opening between drawing room and dining room was Detective Payne. “Oh. hullo, Bonnie Dundee!” Gigi sang out. “Mr. Crosby has been telling us the most gorgeous story about a hunting trip in Africa. He bagged a lion and two tigers—” Suddenly her voice broke, and with it her pretense at gayety. “Have — have you found out who—who killed poor little Doris?” she pleaded. “Not yet, Gigi,” Dundee answered gravely. “I'd like to have a little talk with you, Miss Clorinda,” Strawn cut in. “Come along to the library. The rest of you will please go to the room you call ‘the little parlor’ and wait till you're called.” Calmly and disdainfully, Clorinda murmured, “You’ll pardon me?” to Mrs. .Lambert, then walked across the dining room with the leisured self-possession of a queen or a mannikin. Gigi watched her wide-eyed, a little brown fist pressed against her mouth. Then before her sister had reached the detectives she was on her feet and dashing after her. “May I come with Clo?” she panted to Dundee, something much deeper than childish excitement and curiosity In her eyes. Something oddly like panicky fear. “Go to the little parlor as you were told, Gigi!” Clorinda commanded sharply, her fine black brows drawing together in a frown. “I don't want—or need—your interference.” “It will be all right for Gigi to come along, won't it. Chief?” Dundee asked, turning his head so that only the chief of the homicide squad could see the slow, significant dropping of his right eyelid. “But no shenanigans, young woman!” Strawn agreed severely, and Gigi linked arms with him, rubbing her bright head against his uniform sleeve before matching step with him as the four moved through the drawing room, a a a “XJOW. what's the kid butting In I for?’ Dundee wondered silently. “She's got something up her sleeve, knows something she's afraid Clorinda will spill.” In the big front hall they came upon Wickett about to ascend the marble staircase, with a silver tray laden with letters. “Just a minute. Wickett!” Captain Strawn halted him. “Mrs. Berkeley says that she gave you that flask of French perfume to take to her rooms last night. That right?” “Yes, sir. I was just returning from the library, after showing Mr. Dundee to the telephone there, when Mrs. Berkeley called to me and gave me the flask. I took It upstairs immediately, sir.” “And where did you put it?” “On Mrs. Berkeley's bathroom dressing-table, sir.” “Did you see any one in your mistress' rooms?” “No, sir. There was no one in the sitting room or in the bathroom, the only two rooms I had to enter to dispose as I did of the perfume. I did not look into the bedroom. sir.” “And what time was this?” “I can’t say exactly, sir, but I believe it was between 10 and 10:30. After dismissing the butler, Strawn strode into the library, Gigi's little legs stretching themselves ludicrously to keep in step. “Will you be seated?” Clorinda asked coldly. Then added sharply: “Don’t sprawl all over Captain—ah—Strawn. Gigi ” “Sitting on the arm of his chair

—By Williams

isn’t sprawling,” Gigi corrected her sister cheerfully. “I want to be where I can choke him if he asks questions he shouldn’t. Like this!” and she leaned over and encircled the austere detective's big neck with her little brown hands, then laid her flushed cheek against his and laughed wickedly. “You know, being only 15 does have its advantages. Think of all the gorgeous men I can hug before I’m 16 and grown-up, if I work fast,—” “Shut up, Pest!” Captain Strawn roared, but Dundee saw that he was vastly pleased, so pleased that he was not suspicious—as was his young subordinate—of the child's real motives. “Now, Miss Clorinda, I’ve got a good many questions to Lik you. and I advise you to answer them fully and truthfully, or—” a a a "TvONT you have to tell her. JL/ ‘And I warn you that anything you say may be used against you’?” Gigi interrupted, bouncing on the chair-arm with excitement. “Your sister is not under arrest—yet,” Captaii Strawn reminded her, “so I don’t have to warn her against incriminating herself.” ‘‘But Gigi has warned her, and—the haughty Miss Berkeley is on her guard!” Dundee told himself, sending a narrowed, newly respectful glance at the child, who returned it with wide-eyed innocence. “Miss Clorinda, when did you last see Doris Matthews,” Captain Strawn began, and Dundee, seated in a big chair with conveniently broad, flat arms, waited with pencil poised over his pad of notepaper to take down the answer. Clorinda Berkeley had seated herself on a dark-red leather couch, placed under the big double windows which looked out on the west lawn, so that her back was to the light. She seemed to be Insolently at ease, her beautiful long legs crossed, her hands clasped behind her dark head. But Dundee suspected her of clever forethought in so disposing of her hands that they could not betray her in moments of surprise or tense emotion. The lids were drooping over her magnificent black eyes as she drawled: “For about ten minutes just before 11 o'clock, I found her in my room when I went upstairs last night. She was laying out my night things and waited to—to help me undress.” But Strgwn was not yet ready to trap her in a lie. “How did she seem. Miss Clorinda? Unhappy? Worried about anything?” “Not at all! In fact, she was In an unusually happy mood. She confided to me that she was going out to meet her fiance. Arnold. The chauffeur, you know.” “You did not tell her that Arnold would not be waiting for her. that his services had been required by the Benjamin Smiths?” (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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—By Martin

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