Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 270, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 March 1930 — Page 11

MARCH 22, 1930.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS, lady's maid. Is murticrrd Friday insht aftrr 11 30 in a suir.mrrho ; ;o on the Berkeley estate. by a Mow with a heavy perfume flask, pre-M-nted to MRS. GEORGE BERKELEY by [OUR Cl OSBY. The body, rockwriuhted and tied with CLORINDA BERKELKVIfI scarf, is taken from the lake Saturday morning by DE7EOTIVE DUN--11 FT who summons CAPTAIN STRAWN. UNDER SUSPICION: Mr. and Mrs. Goorse Berkeley, who have quarreled 1: te Friday night over Clorinda’s eni: as- ,(ut to Cr e-i.v, close triend of the ..r,,.l secretary, MRS. LAMBERT: C.IOI BERKELEY, who unaccountably sprinkled every one Friday evening with perfnme from murder flak: DICK BERKELEY. who, after having spent the night, as he says in the tower room, vainly awaiting Pnr:;. turns up while his mother is accusin'.: EUGENE ARNOLD, chauffeur, encag* and to Doris, of having murdered both Doris and Dick out of Jealousy. Mt. Berkeley, after many lies, admits she slapped Doris about 7 o’clock Friday evening: that she later instructed Doris to wait up for h r. but nsists the rna'd was not there when she went up to bed at Half). Rouged print, of Doris’ mouth on bathroom mirror proves girl was in Mrs. Berkeley's rooms late Friday and that a struggle took place. Clorinda Berkeley, confront'd with overwhelming evidence, admits she stole out of the house about 11: that she entered summerhouse after crime was committed, which accounts for perfume on her slipper soles and blood on r evening cepe. STRAWN accuses her of having witnessed her mother’s murder of Doris in a quarrel about Dick. Gigi interruts detective with a shrill peal of laughter. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Continued.) “You walked about the grounds, looking for him, or for him and Doris together, wondering why neither appeared. You finally saw Doris go to the summerhouse to meet Arnold, and soon saw Dick running to join her. “He had seen her from the tower window, you know. You crept up to the summer house, listened, heard Dick propose marriage to the girl, heard her accept, him. went in and quarreled passionately with them both. “While the quarrel was going on, your mother came looking for you, heard voices in the summer house, flung herself in upon you all. perfume flask in hand, and insulted the girl. "The girl answered Insolently, your mother—who had slapped this srirl earlier in the evening for insolence. remember—retaliated by banging her on the head with the perfume bottle ’’ Gigi interrupted the recital with a loua. shrill peal of laughter. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ••npHINK it's funny, do you? JL Captain Strawn asked savagely. as Glei doubled up with hysterical laughter. “Well, you won't think it's so funny when I put your mother, your, brother and your sister under arrest for murder!” “Are you going to leave me out?” she mocked him. nd laughed again, but her hysteria had been successfully conquered by Strawn's shocking threwt. "Oh. don't be so silly!” she added passionately, her little brown fists clenched. "Women don’t go around murdering maids because they are insolent! And I'll tell you something rise. too: Doris was never really insolent in her life, and she was in love with Eugene Arnold with all her heart! “She’d have snapped her fingers at Dick, if he'd asked her to marry him. Doris wasn't the kind of girl to marry one man for money when she was in love with another, and even if she was. she would have known that dad sr.d mother would cut Dick off without a penny if he married her! Now where's your fine theory?” • Right where it was, young woman!” Strawn growled, but Dundee kenw that his confidence was shaken. "However, I've got one little job to do before I’ve finished. . . . Wait here, all of you!" And he strode out of Clorinda's room, without a backward glance even for Dundee. But that young man w s iuit- sure where he was going and why, and equally sure that he would return to report failure. I’m very sorry, indeed. Miss Berkeley,” he began hesitatingly, his face going red with embarrassment. “that I must appear a most ungrateful and obnoxious guest. Please believe me when I say—” "Oh, don’t bother. It’s quite all right.” Clorinda interrupted coldly, as she sank into a boudoir chair and closed her eyes. “But you do keep dreadful company, Bonnie Dundee!” Gigi accused .him. "I've always shivered ecstatically over the third degree

grillings in detective stories—but I never shall again! Ugh!” and she shuddered. “I’m glad you're not as angry with me as you should be,” he told her humbly. “After all, murder has been committed,” she justified her own tolerance. “And you’re my friend.” Baa SHE gave him her hand with a new shyness, which he found very sweet and very touching. They were still standing, with hands clasped, when Captain Strawn came striding back into the room, his face a thundercloud. With that hot little hand in his, Dundee could not restrain the impulse to decrease her anxiety. “Did you find any perfume on Mrs. Berkeley’s skirt or on the soles of her shoes, chief?” “No!” he admitted, his scowl deepening. “But I did make her acknowledge that she'd gone to Miss Clorinda's room and found it empty. “Says she thought her daughter was taking a stroll with Crosby, and didn’t worry. But that’s the third lie we’ve caught her in,” he added savagely. "The third? Then look no further!” Gigi cut in flippantly. "Abbie has an iron rule never to tell more than three fibs in one day! She’s funny that way—does everything by the rule of three.” “Well, let's see what's your limit, young woman!” Strawn addressed her sternly. “When did you last see Doris Matthews? “The spotlight at last!” Gigi seemed delighted. “Now let me think! . . . Ummm. What time would you say it was when I was talking to you in the third floor hall, Mr. Dundee?” "Five minutes to 11.” Dundee answered promptly, then turned to Strawn to explain: "It was when I was going up to my room, after the Smits had left. Gigi was in the third floor hall, waiting for a friendly word from someone before trotting off to bed. She had ” "Let her tell it,” Strawn commanded shortly. "Delighted! You see it was this way,” Gigi began eagerly. "I had gone to bed—let's see; it was about 10:30 when I went upstairs—but I couldn’t sleep, and I thought I'd have a little powwow with Dick. "I knew he’d gone up. because he’d stopped at my door while I was undressing to call 'Good night. Honey!’ He knew I was feeling pretty low, because mother had slapped me ” "Friday seems to be her day for slapping, doesn't it?” Strawn cut in. “Oh, I deserved it! I'm an awful trial to Abbie. and I had been a little beast, wasting her perfume like that,” Gigi said cheerfully. “Anyway, when I couldn’t sleep, I slipped upstairs, in my pajamas, to see Dick, and I found he wasn't there, though there was smoke in the room and I knew he'd just left. Then Mr. Dundee came along, and we talked a little bit ” “Gigi, what was that ‘dreadful thing' you spoke about having done?” Dundee asked gently. "Oh! That? ... I shan't tell you!” and the Puckish little face ffamed red. So you confessed to doing something terrible, did you?" Strawn interrupted, smiling. Then the smile was wiped cut by anew sternness. "I think I can tell you what you did. young woman! You’d been to your mother's room and stolen that flask of perfume, to get even with her for having slapped you for wasting it.” a a a IGI stared at him with apparVJ ently genuine admiration. Haven't you got the most gorgeous imagination?” she marveled. “Say, Big Chief, you ought to write detective stories, instead of fiddling around with real murders, where you're so hobbled with facts! . . . "Meaning, wrong again! And I’m not going to tell you what I did do! Arrest me, if you like!” and she laughed as she held out her little brown wrists invitingly. "I asked you when you last saw Doris Matthews,” Strawn reminded her, scowling prodigiously. “And I'll tell you if you'll stop interrupting,” she promised sweetly. "After I said goodnight to Bonnie Dundee, I went down stairs to the

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second floor and almost bumped into Mr. Crosby and Doris. They were “Crosby!” Strawn shouted. “Sure!” A brand new suspect for you! Aren’t you grateful?” Gigi laughed. “They were talking right outside Mr. Crosby’s door, or rather, he was standing m the open door, and Doris was in the hall. Now, prepare to thrill! Doris was crying!” “Gigi, are you making this up, because you don't like Crosby, and want to clear your own family from suspicion?” Dundee asked quietly. “Os course I’m not! Ask Sqymour Crosby, if you don’t believe me!” she flamed. “He was putting something into her hand, closing her fingers over something, and with her other hand she was dabbing at tears in her eyes. And I heard him say, ‘l’m sorry it’s not more—’ and then he saw me and shut up quick. Doris said and then turned toward mother’s room, to lay out her things for the night. I suppose.” “Yes?” Strawn prodded, as she paused. "That's all there is,” she assured him. “I didn't hang ground the hall in my pajamas. I went right to my room, which is next to Mr. Crosby’s, and went to bed. And I was asleep, too, in about five minutes.” “Did you hear your sister leave this room, which must be directly across the hall from yours?” Strawn asked. “Mother taught us girls not to bang doors,” Gigi answered virtuously. “No, I didn’t hear anybody leave any rocm.” “Did you see Crosby go back into his room and close the door as you were returning to your room?” "Didn’t look back. Didn’t give a hoot what he did,” Gigi retorted. a a a '\rou don’t like Mr. Seymour ■* Crosby?” “I don’t know whether I like him or not. . . . He’s good-looking and has perfectly swell manners, but as soon as I saw him and Clo together I knew she wasn’t in love with him. so I didn't want her to marry him. “I’m a fool for romance, I am! And so is Clo, though you mightn’t suspect it,” she added, with a teasing grin at her sister. “Shut up, Gigi!” Clorinda admonished her sister fiercely, a telltale blush dyeing the creamy palor of her cheeks. Something clicked in Dundee's brain, making him recall, with startling clearness, two apparently unrelated incidents of the night before. / “Miss Berkeley, was it John Maxwell, your old sweetheart, to whom you were talking on the library telephone just before dinner last night?” he asked quietly, his blue eyes taking in every change of expression on the beautiful, proud face. (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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