Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 269, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 March 1930 — Page 24

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BEGIN’ HERE TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS. lacy’s maid, is murdered Id.day iiuiht in a summerhouse on the Berkeley estate, bv a blow with a Ilf ' v perfume flask, presented to MRS. OLOROE BERKELEY by SEYMOUR CROSBY. The body, rockweighted and tied with CLORINDA BERKELEY'S scan, is taken from the lake Saturday morning by DETECTIVE DUNDEE. who summons CAPTAIN STRAWN. UNDER SUSPICION: Mr. and Mrs. George 8.-rkeiev. who have quarreled late Friday nujht, over Clorinda's enKagement to Crosby, close triend of the social sc :rctarv. MRS. LAMBERT: GIGI BERKELEY, who sprinkled everyone Friday evi line with perfume from murder flask: DICK BERKELEY, who. after having spent tlie n.giit as he says, in the tower room, vainly awaiting Doris, turns up while his mother is accusing EUGENE ARNOLD, chauffeur, enaged to Doris, of having murdered both Doris and Dick out of jealousy. Mrs. Berkeley, after many lies, admits she shipped Doris about 7 o clock Friday even! ig: that she later Instructed Doris to wait up for her. but insists the maid was not there when she went up to bed at 11 40. Rouged print of Doris’s mouth on bathroom mirror proves girl was there late in the evening and that a struggle took place. Cionnde B* rk i, v. after lies, admits talking with Dor before 11;,then stealing out ol house tor a walk. Insists she did net go near summerhouse, did not hour . niggle or screams; cannot account for her scarf being used to bind up body. S:v- she was alone on walk. Strnwn. searching her room for clues, is sniffing r gold evening slippers for odor of prrfume from murder flask broken in summer house. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (Continued.) “Why?" Clorinda gasped, snatchig her hand from Gigi's, to dab furiously at her eyes. "Oh, just for a look around," Strawn assured her amiably. “I’m coming, too!" Gigi cried passionately, springing to her feet and drawing Clorinda from the couch. And go she did. flying ahead of the others on the stairs. When they caught up with her she was standing in the opened door of her sister’s room, which was on the east side of the house, next to Mrs. Berkeley’s sitting room. She backed in, to make way for the two detectives and her sister. “Well?" Clorinda was almost calm again, and very haughty over the invasion of her beautiful, tastefully furnished bedroom. "Your shoes, first,” Strawn suggested amiably. "The ones you wore on your walk last night. Also the cape and dress.” Clorinda jerked open the door to an immense closet-dressing room, snatched up the things he wanted and flung them at the chief of the homicide squad. He caught one of the little gold slippers and held the sole of it to his nose, while his eyes watched the blood drain from Clorinda Berkeley's beautiful face. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO “VOU see. Miss Clorinda, one can’t X think of everything—every little tiling!" Captain Strawn sympathized after he had sniiled the sole of each small golden slipper. "You remembered to wipe off talltale traces of dew and earth from these little shoes of yours, but your nose was so accustomed by that time to the odor of Fleur d’Amour ——” “Maybe you'd better translate it and call it ’Flower of Love’—your French is so bad." Gigi interrupted with hard flippancy, her eyes blazing like an angry cat’s. —"that ycu didn’t smell it on the soles as you handled the shoes. But every criminal forgets something,” Strawn went on, as if the child had not interrupted. "I don’t know what you're talking about." Clorinda told him tunelessly. but her face was very pale. •These little shoes tell me a secret. Miss Clorinda. They tell me that you were in the summerhouse, that you stepped into the spilled perfume." "I’ve told you already that Gigi splashed the stuff all over us last night.” Clorinda countered wearily. "But she didn't sprinkle the floor! A pretty keen eyewitness has already described that scene to me, young lady!” “Our charming guest, no doubt!” Clorinda shrugged, and Dundee colored painfully. "Nevertheless. I was not in the summerhouse last night!” “Well, let's have a look at the dress and the cape.” Strawn said cheerfully. He lifted the longskirted evening dress of wine-red chiffon velvet and passed the front of it slowly through his hands, held close to his nqpe. sniffing so ludicrously that Gigi giggled hysterically. He found what he was looking for three times, but the spots were ail on the bodice. The skirt yielded

nothing until the hem itself w r as passing under his nose. "Well, I guess that settles it!” he grunted with satisfaction. "The hem of this skirt has been in the summer house, Miss, if you haven’t! Now for the cape!” tttt a HIS nose was unrewarded, however, and he was about to toss the gold metal cloth garment aside when Dundee sprang forward. "I think you’ve overlooked something, Captain Strawn,” he said quietly, pointing to a thin, darkbrown, horizontal line halfway down the back of the cape. Strawn uttered a sharp exclamation. then scratched at the dark streak with a fingernail. "Blood!” he announced triumphantly, his gray eyes boring into the girl, who had retreated until she was leaning weakly against the foot of her bed. “Blood?” she whispered. “I swear I didn"t see any blood—l never dreamed ” "You thought you'd got rid of every trace of Doris Matthews’ blood, eh?” Strawn asked grimly. "Pretty hard thing to destroy—blood!” "Stop! You're going to make her faint!” Gigi commanded. “Clorinda didn't kill Doris! Why should she? You have to have a motive to kill people— Oh, darling! Don’t look so sick! Lean on Gigi!” “I’m all right,” Clorinda said dully, but one of her beautiful white hands gripped hey little sister’s shoulder to steady herself. “Gigi is right. I didn’t kill Doris ” "Then maybe you’ll tell us who did. since you were on the scene of the crime last night?” Strawn suggested. "Come now! Who was it? Your brother, Dick?” "I saw no one kill Doris,’ Clorinda answered, her voice trembling. “I did not even know she had been killed until Gigi told me this morning. . . . Oh, please give me time! I’ll tell you what little I do know. “I did go into the summer house last, night, because I passed near enough to it to get a terribly strong whiff of Fleur d’Amour. At first I thought it was just the perfume on my dress, but another gust of wind brought the smell with such sickening force that I decided to investigate. "I walked toward the summer house, since the smell seemed to come, from there. It was light enough for me to see ” “How?” Strawn interrupted. “The lights that encircled the lake, concealed among the rocks, were on, as usual,” Clornida explained firedlv, not realizing that she was telling the detectives something they already knew> “I entered the summer house and saw a big irregular wet spot on the floor, near the circular bench. “I stooped, to make sure, and found that a lot of perfume had been spilled there. I also saw that whoever had spilled it had tried to wash it up. for the surrounding floor had been swabbed with water, but that was almost dry. “I wondered who on earth could have done it, then I thought mother had discovered my absence ” "And had come looking for you with a flask of perfume in her, hand?” Strawn interrupted, with a twisted smile of incredulity. n tt tt MOTHER is so excitableClorinda went on wearily. “I thought it possible that she had gone to my room, carrying the perfume, perhaps for me to admire again Mr. Crosby’s thoughtfulness, and had discovered my absence and had rushed out of the house to look for me about the grounds. I could imagine her stumbling in the summerhouse and breaking the flask. It was h-r perfume. I had heard her tell Wickett to take it to her rooms. Naturally I could think of no other explanation as to how the perfume got there.” Dundee and Strawn exchanged a long, questioning glance. Was it possible that Clorinda was telling the truth, that she had hit upon an explanation of the most puzzling factor of the case? But another thought occurred to Dundee almost instantly. “Yet you went to your room. Miss Berkeley, without taking the trouble to go to your mother and reassure her?” “Yea,” she agreed, shrugging. *1

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don’t expect you to believe me, but I simply could not bear the thought of talking with mother. I knew there would be a row ” “Why?” “Because I should have had to tell her that I had made up my mind to break my engagement with Mr. Crosby.” “Why?” “My father objected violently. Isn’t that enough?” “But,” Dundee reasoned with her gently, “your engagement had withstood his objections for some weeks, I gather, and your mother, at least, v/as wholeheartedly in favor of the marriage.’’ “My father did not object to the marriage until yesterday, when it was too late to cancel Mr. Crosby’s invitation to visit us.” "And why did he change his mind so abruptly?” Dundee pressed her. "Until yesterday he knew nothing about Mr. Crosby except what mother and Mrs. Lambert had told him. But he had, as a matter of precaution, asked his lawyer to get as complete a report on my fiance as possible. It arrived yest&rday, and father immediately forbade the marriage.” “Do you know what was in that report, Miss Berkeley?” “I—did not see it,” she evaded. “Look here! We’re getting pretty far afield, it seems to me,” Strawn interrupted ruthlessly. “Do you realize, young lady, that you’ve practically accused your mother of murdering her maid?” n u n -npHAT’S not true!” Clorinda A flashes. "I have accused no one. I merely told you the truth, which included my own speculations when I found that the perfume had been spilled on the summerhouse floor.” “And pretty neat, too!” Strawn said, with mock admiration. “Now, Miss Clorinda, let’s get down to brass tacks! You either committed that murder or saw it done. "Let me do a little speculating! You knew, before you left your room, that the family limousine and chauffeur were taking your uncle and your aunt home to Westview, for you were standing at your window and saw the car driving out of the grounds. Right." “No. I did not see the car.” she answered wearily. "And I say you did. That you knew Arnold could not keep his appointment with his sweetheart, Doris Matthews. That she had told you your brother had forced her to premise to meet him last night,” Strawn went on relentlessly. “I say, further, that you knew, somehow, that Dick was not in his room. Probably you went up to find out, to beg him not to get into trouble with the girl. Right?” “No! Not one word of it is true!” “And I say it’s all true!” Strawn corrected her sternly. “I say you stole out of this house to find your brother. (To Be Continued)

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