Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 271, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 March 1930 — Page 12

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS, lady’s maid. Is murdered Friday night in a summerhouse on the Berkeley estate, by a blow with a heavy perfume flask, given to MRS GEORGE BERKELEY by SEYMOUR CROSBY, engaged to CLORINDA BERKELEY. The body, rock-weighted and tied with Clorlnda's scarf, is taken from the lake Saturday morning by DETECTIVE DUNDEE, who summons CAPTAIN STRAW N UNDER SUSPICION: Mr. and Mrs. George Berkeley, who have quarreled over Clorlnda's engagement to Cr sov. dose friend of the social secretary, MRS. LAMBERT GlOl BEKKL.-t.li. who sprinkled everyone Friday evening with perfume from murder llask; DICK BERKELEY, who. after having spent the night, as he savs. In the tower room vainly awaiting Doris, turns up while his mother Is accusing EUGENE ARNOLD, chauffeur, encaged to Doris, of having murdrred both Doris and Dick out of jealousy. . ~ Mrs. Berkeley, caught In many lies. 1 involved bv a rouged print of Doris’ mouth on bathroom mirror, which proves the girl was in Mrs. Berkeley's rooms and that a struggle took place. Clorlnda Berkeley Is forced to admit having been in summerhouse about midnight after the crime was committed. wnich she savs accounts for the perfume on her slipper soles and blood on her evening cape. She denies witnessing crime or Knowing how her scarf, dropped In the hall, came to hr used to tie up the bodv. Olgi Berkeley startles detectives bv saving she saw Doris crying and talking with Crosby, who gave her something. Arnold demands chance to tell detectives something of Importance. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Continued.) “The extent of your prying Into our family affairs sems to have been unlimited.” Clorlnda answered contemptuously, but there was no doubt of the panic in her dark eyes. “The answer is—no!” “Was it to meet John Maxwell that you stole out of the house last night?” he went on. “No, and again—no!” she cried hoarsely. “I was alone, alone! How many times do I have to swear to that?” “Please forgive me,” Dundee pleaded, “but was it not your love lor John Maxwell which made you decide on your walk last night to side with your father against your mother in the matter of your engagement to Mr. Crosby?” "I-—” Clorinda drew a sharp breath of pain. “I refuse to answer! And I fail to see how the state of my feelings toward any man concerns the murder of Doris Matthews.” “Miss Berkeley, Doris was murdered, we believe, during the hour you were walking about the grounds of Hillcrest. If John Maxwell was with you and if your story is otherwise true, he could do a great deal to corroborate that story, to furnish you with an alibi,” he pointed out, very gently. “I need no alibi, Mr. Dundee, for a crime I did not commit—a crime for which 1 had no conceivable motive. And —correct me if I am wrong!” she added icily, “I believe a motive is still considered necessary for a conviction!” There was a loud knock on the door. Captain Strawn answered. “Excuse me, sir, but a reporter has been talking to the servants through a window, and Arnold, the chauffeur, is pretty wild. Says he has something to tell you. sir.” said Plainclothcsman Harper.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR “TT7HEW! I thought th<se reW porters would tear my uniform off me!" Captain Strawn grunted disgustedly, as he let himself into the library, where Dundee and Arnold, the chauffeur, were awaiting him. "Seemed to think I could pull a murderer out of my sleeve, like a magician's rabbit. I told ’em just enough to keep 'em from blackjacking me. and they’re hot-footing it for their city rooms now. "Well, what have you got on your chest, Arnold? You've been giving a lot of trouble, my boys tel! me.” The red-headed young chauffeur, who had been a huddled heap of misery, sprang from his chair and turned wild, tear-reddened eyes on the chief of the homicide squad. "Why didn’t you tell me my poor girl was dead —murdered?” he demanded hoarsely. "God knows I had a right to be* told first, not kept stewing in agony in that damned sitting room backstairs, wondering what had happened, believing terrible things against her!” ‘’Well, you know now!” Strawn jerked him up roughly. "What have you got to tell us?” "That I saw her murderer sneaking oat of these grounds last night!” Arnold shouted, his whole body quivering.

“Wait—a—minute!” Strawn ordered sternly. “How do you know he was her murderer? If it was a he ” “It was a man. all right! Or a beast wearing trousers!” Arnold interrupted violently. “Keep your shirt on . . . Now. begin at the beginning and tell exactly what you know.” “I had a date to meet Doris at the summer house last night.” Arnold began jerkily. ‘‘We were engaged to be married. Wickett, the butler, had been trying to make things easy for us, and it was him that gave Doris permission to see me for awhile last night. “I was to watch for her from my room over the garage, because she didn’t know exactly when she'd be free ” atl * “\\ THEN was this date made?” W Dundee interrupted the chauffeur and his own rapid notes. “While we—all the servants, I mean —were eating our dinner in our own sitting room.” Arnold explained impatiently. “Our dinner is from six to half-past, an hour before the family dines.” “Then all the servants heard you make the date?” “Sure! They all knew we were engaged. We asked Wickett then and there, and he said it would be all right, but he cautioned Doris to put the chain on the back door lock when she came in.” “Did she have a key?” “Yes, because Wickett lent her his. Ordinarily, when any of the servants are out after Wickett has gone to bed. they have to ring the back door bell, which connects with his room. But he —he trusted Doris, and gave her his key.” Strawn and Dundee exchanged .glances. No key had been found on the girl's body or in the pocket of her apron. “All right. Get along with your story.” Strawn ordered. “Well, I'd been told that I would not be needed during the evening, but about 11:15 the phone in my room rang. It’s an extension of the house phone. It was Wickett, sayi ing that the Benjamin Smiths | wanted me to drive them home to Westview. ' “I was pretty sore—they're always mooching our car. to save gasoline—and when Wickett told me that he’d heard Dick Berkeley bully Doris into saying she’d meet him—well I was ready to throw up my job right then, but I thought I’d better stick around as long as Doris was here, to protect her.” And he dropped his head on his arm and sobbed. .“So Wickett told you. did he?” Strawn repeated thoughtfully. “Well, pull yourself together, boy. . . . What’s next?” “I took time to write Doris a note, when I couldn’t reach her on the house phone. I begged her, if she loved me, not to leave the house last night, Ygu see. I didn't think she would meet Dick Berkeley, but I did fear she might figure how long it would take me to make the trip to Westview, and try to see me when I got back. I didn’t want her to do that, sir. for fear that Berkeley puppy would be laying for her.”

"And you gave the note to Wickett. to give to Doris?” "Yes. When I brought the car around for him to announce. He said Doris had gene up to her room to write to her sister iij England. He said he'd give it to her, but she never got it! If she had Oh, my God!” "How do you know she didn’t get the note?” Strawn pounced. "Here it is.” Arnold answered, his voice dull and flat with gTief. "Della, the upstairs maid, had it all the time. "She gave it to me not more than ten minutes ago. right after the reporter asked us what we knew about "the lady's maid murder,” he Quoted bitterly. a a a STRAWN snatched at the note, but before he opened the envelope he asked: "How did Della get hold of it?” "She says she came down the back stairs at 11 last night to get a piece of fruit out of the ice box—they don’t feed us any too heavy in this dump—and as she passed through the back hall she saw my note addressed to Doris lying on the table. ,

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She took it up to Doris’ room, but Doris wasn’t in, and instead of leaving It there for her, Della kept the note—curiosity, I guess, to see what kind of love letter I write. I could strangle her!” he added violently, “One murder’s enough for today,” Strawn assured him cruelly. “Now we'll Ijave a look at this letter! . . , Hmm. Hmm. . . . Here. Dundee!” and he tossed the letter to his subordinate. a tt n 'T'HE younger detective read it quickly, for it was not long. “My lovely little darling,” it began. “Just a line to tell you I can’t keep our date tonight. Have to drive the Smiths home to Westview, damn ’em! Wickett has told me the latest about D. B. For God’s sake, and mine, sweetheart, keep out of the way., “Don’t leave the house tonight on the chance of seeing me when I return from Westview. Go straight to bed, darling, and dream of the red-headed boy who loves you so much he goes crazy sometimes. Gene.” “Get along with your story, Arnold,” Strawn commanded curtly. “You drove the Smiths to Westview. When did you get back?” “I didn’t drive them to Westview,” Arnold corrected him. When we were passing the Riverside Country Club Mrs. Smith recognized a car that was turning into the club, and hailed it. “The folks in the car urged her and Mr. Smith to join them for an hour's dancing, saying they'd drive them home afterward. So I let them out ” “The Riverside Country Club?” Strawn repeated, startled, his eyes suddenly narrowing to slits. “That's only about eight miles from here, isn't it? If I’d known this, young man, you'd have been on the carpet long ago!” “But I didn't come straight home, see?” Arnold retorted angrily. “I drove out the Hamilton pike to Sheridan road, parked the car and sat there for half an hour or more.” “Expect me to swallow that?” StraWn grinned. “Twiddling your thumbs and dreaming about getting married, eh?” “Dreaming about getting married, yes! But instead of twiddling my thumbs I was counting cars, and here's the proof!” The hot-tem-pered young man drew two soiled envelopes from a breast pocket of his uniform and passed them to the detective. “I made a mark for every' car that passed that corner, and if you'll count the fives, you'll see that the total is 146. I’ve been planning to lease the southeast corner of those two cross-roads, and put in a filling station with my savings. (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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