Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 273, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 March 1930 — Page 12

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BEGIN MERE TODAY DORIS MATTHEWS. lady's maid, ts m>irdcr<’d Fridav nisrht In a summerhouse on the Berkeley estate, by blow from heavy perfume Cask. given MRS. GEORGE BERKELEY bv SEYMOUR CROSBY, engaged to CLORINDA BERKELEY. The bodv. rockweighted and tied with Clorlnda’s sears. Is taken from the lake Saturday morning bv DETECTIVE DUNDEE. who summons CAPTAIN 6TRAWN. „ . , . Involved are. Mrs. Berkeley, bv the rouged print o? Doris's mouth found on bathroom mirror, proving the maid had been there late and th > :■ stv" .. gle had taken plane: DICK BERKELEY, infatuated with Doris, and missingfrom his room all night’ GEORGE BERKELEY. opposed to Clorinda's engagement to Crosbv. introduced hv MRS. LAMBERT. social secretary; WICKET T. butler who placed perfume flask in Mrs. Berkeley's bathroom:— . . Clorlnda Berkeley, who admits having been In summerhouse about midnight after crime was committed, which she sav* accounts for perfume on her slipper soles and blood on evening cape OIGI BERKELEY', who sprinkled everyone Friday evening with perfume from murder flask, and who says she saw Doris crying and talking with Crosby * f FUGENE ARNOLD. Doris's fiance, who as vs he left note for Doris breaking lpBointment In summerhouse and who supplies alibi: says he .-.aw men leaving grounds at midnight: and JOHN MAX WEI L. former suitor of Clorlnda. believed to have been with her Friday night. _ NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (Continued.') "At 9 o’clock, sir, after I'd set mv bread to rise for breakfast rolls. I was in bed by half-past, and asleep In two shakes of a lamb's tail." "Did you hear anything, or see anything at all out of the ordinary last night?" "Oh, no. sir! I slept like a log, sir, as the old savin' is ” "Know anything about this murder?" “You coulda knocked me down with a feather, and I weigh 210 pounds!” Mrs. Ryan protested. a a a * a LL right, then! Back to the kitchen for you too. . . Now. Della, you're the girl who found Arnold's note to Doris and kept it, ain't you?" “I didn't mean no harm, sir! Honest, I didn't!" the bread-faced, homely girl blubbered. “I meant to give it to her. but she wasn't in her room, so I Just took it to my room—me and Peggy room together, sir—and we got to giggling about it, and wondering what kind of love letter—’’ "It was you that opened it. not me!” pretty, black-eyed, blackhair Peggy Harper cut in sharply. "Me—l wouldn't dream of opening anybody e’se's love letters—" “Well, you read it. too. didn’t you?" Della sobbed. "I—l tore the envelope a little bit. opening it with a hairpin, and then I was scared to take it to her. though me and Peggv heard her go to her room—- " Wait a minute? What, time was all this? First, what time was it when you took the letter to her room and found she wasn't there?" “It was nearly 11 when T went downstairs to find me an apple, so it musta been just about 11 o'clock when I couldn't find her in her room. I don't know exactly, ’cause I didn’t look at no clock or nothing.” “And how long before you heard her going into her room?” “I dunno! ’Bout five or ten minutes, I reckon." Della replied sulkily. "Then we heard her telephone ring, kinda faint-like, ’cause the door was closed, and right after that we heard her door open attain and we guecsed she went downstairs, but we didn’t look out, so we didn’t see nothin’.” “Did you hear her return again?” Strawn asked. “No, but we wouldn’t nohow, ’cause me and Peggy was already in bed and pretty near asleep when her phone rang. And we didn't hear nothin’ else all night, did we Peggv?” “Not a sound!” Peggy corroborated eagerly. "Gee! It sure is too bad—a nice. pretty girl like Doris “All right, girls. Get along with your work now. but don’t leave the house without my permission. . Well?” and Strawn turned to Dundee, after the two girls had scurried out of the sitting room. "Doris’ room next, eh? I’m getting pretty anxious to have a squint at that letter she was writing to her sister in England.” “So am I.” Dundee agreed, as they ascended the back stairs. "Anybody try to get into the girl's room. Wiikins?” Captain Strawn asked the detective on duty in the third floor hall. “No. sir. All quiet up here.

Haven’t seen a soul except a young man who said he was Dick Berkeley. He’s in his own room up front now.” ana DUNDEE opened the unlocked door and stepped aside, to let his chief precede him into the murdered girl’s room. It was very small, not much bigger than a closet, but Doris Matthews had succeeded in making it homelike, even pretty. There were a narrow wooden bed, a tiny rocking chair, a flimsy little book rack, a table and a cheap dresser, all freshly painted a soft green, undoubtedly decorated by her own hand, for an almost empty quart can of green enamel was tucked away on an upper shelf of the miniature clothes closet. "Guess she bought and made these curtains, too,” Strawn said gruffly, fingering the pale yellow-and-green flowered voile that fluttered at the narrow window. Only the carpet on the floor was out of keeping with the immaculate daintiness of the little cubicle. It was a worn square of gaudily flowered carpeting. In the closet they found four pretty but inexpensive silk dresses, a very English-looking, jaunty little tweed suit, and a lightweight fall coat On a shelf was a hat box, containing a saucy green beret and a close-fitting cloche of silky, darkblue felt. "Good taste in clothes.” Dundee said softly, almost as if he were speaking to the girl who never could flush with delight at another compliment; but his chief had turned to the table and was gathering up the closely written sheets of an unfinished letter. “This ought to tell us a lot about Doris Matthews,” Strawn said. “And —by George, it does!” The iron-gray head and the blavk one bent together over the last letter Doris Matthews would ever write. “Darling Kathy”—it began—“l have been too miserable, too busy and too happy to write you as often as I should. I’ve destroyed your last letter, as you asked me to. but I think I can remember most of the questions, end I’ll try to answer them. “First: Yes, I’ve been terribly homesick for England and for you, until—but that will come later. "Second: Wickett is well, and the same old darling. I don’t know how I could have lived the first two weeks here, if he hadn’t been here, too, to buck me up. He sends you his love, and offers you my job when—but that comes later, too! I’m saving it up for a grand climax. “Third: Mrs. Berkeley is as impossible and tyrannical as ever. Poor thing! I can’t blame her much because of what I wrote you last time, and because she simply isn’t a lady, and hasn’t the ghost of an idea how real gentlefolk treat their servants.” a a a STRAWN chuckled. “Wonder how Abbie’ is going to like that when the papers get hold of this letter?” They went on reading: “For instance, she slapped my face this evening when I was dressing her for dinner. I probably shouldn’t have said what I did. but I simply couldn’t hold my tongue any longer “Os course, it nad to do with what I wrote you about before, and I spoke for Gigi's sake. I’ve told you how adorable the child is, how crazy I am about her. “We are the best of friends, and Miss Clorinda is still kindness itself to me. She will make a very great lady some day. “And now for some real news for you. darling! Guess who arrived this afternoon? Mr. Crosby! I haven't seen him yet, but of course I shall. “I dread it, in a way, because — Oh, well, you know all about that! He is engaged to Clorinda Berkeley. It’s to be announced at a big party tomorrow night, and the old warhorse is simply on her head with excitement, “Thinks that, with Mrs. Lambert’s help, she’s going to conquer Hamilton society, then march triumphantly upon New York, Paris and London! “Mrs. Lambert is the same sweet, considerate ‘great lady’ she always was. If only she were the mistress! But about Mr. Crosby. 1 can’t see

—By Williams

how he can possibly marry again so soon. “It seems like only yesterday that that awful inquest—l, for one, never will forget Miss Phyllis, the loveliest, sweetest, kindest person that ever lived. “I never shall love any other mistress as I loved and adored her. If only-- But it’s too late now. My darling lady is in her grave, the ‘case’ is closed forever, and maybe I did then what she would have wished me to do. At any rate, I thought so then. But I should die happy if I could live to see the one who broke her heart and killed her—yes, actually killed her! —suffer as she suffered. I know the law is powerless in a case like this, but there are other ways!” The two detectives lifted their eyes from the underlined words and stared at each other, awe-stricken. “And they say ‘dead men tell no tales,’ ” Dundee said softly. “Well, let’s see if she gets down to brass tacks,” Strawn suggested impatiently. “There’s a couple more pages.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX AT first glance, Dundee was afraid that the remainder of Doris Matthews’ letter to her sister contained nothing of importance, insofar as the solving of her murder was concerned. Then he uttered a sharp exclamation, and began to reread the delicate script as slowly and painstakingly as Captain Strawn, whose grim lips formed the words without uttering them. “But I can’t wait any longer to tell you the biggest news of all,” Doris’ letter continued. “I am engaged to be married! Yes, I mean it this time, with all my heart! The man is Eugene Arnold, the Berkeley chauffeur. I think I mentioned him in my last letter. And oh, Kathy. I do love him so! He’s a red-headed, hot-tempered scalawag. but I could die of joy when he holds me in his arms. “He’s ambitious, too, even more so than I- He has saved up a lot of money to open what the Americans call a ‘filling station,’ where cars get their petrol, you know, and after we’re married I'm going to have a tiny beauty shop of my own. “I shall always be grateful to my dear Miss Phyllis for having had me taught the profession. It will take buckets of money, of course, but I know where I can get all or more than I need. Yes, you’ve probably guessed right, but you mustn’t get the wind up. There's no danger of my “Later. Remembered it was getting late and scuttled off to do my last-minute chores, and I’ve got to dash now to keep a date with my 'Gene, but Kathy, I must tell you I’ve seen and talked with Mr. Crosby! I don't dare write exactly what he said and what I said, even to you, but he gave me ” (To Be Continued)

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