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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued.) Von went to the roof Immdlately, by the stairs, jurt as you said, because evert then you were planning an alibi in case it became necessary to kill your wife. You met your wife, she charged you with having married her for her money, with having been unfaithful to her: or with some more serious crime, the exposure of which would have ruined you socially. “A crime, possibly, of which only Phyllis Crosby knew and for which she could have had you arrested!” a a a THAT’S a foul lie, too!” Crosby groaned. “Yean? . . . Well, you became violently angry with her, and in your rage you lifted her and hurled her over the railing. And you were caught in the act by Doris Matthews!” ‘You deserve to be killed. Captain Strawn.’’ Crosby told him, in a dead, toneless voice. "Yeah?” Strawn grinned, and lit his pipe again, striking the match upon the sole of his big shoe. “The unexpected appearance of the maid with your wife's wrap—you didn’t know’, of course, that Mrs. Lambert had sent her, after speaking with you—threw you into a blue funk. "Perhaps you did try to leap after your wife, and the girl restrained you. God knows what you said to her. I don't say you offered her hush money then. I rather think you appealed to her love for her mistress, urging her to believe that Phyllis Crosby would rather be listed as a suicide than that her husband should hang for her murder. ‘ At any rate, it is my firm conviction that you and Doris Matthews concocted your alibi between you. then and there. She had rung twice lor the elevator. “You made her agree to say that she had rung only once, so that jour own story of having just come to the roof could be partially substantiated. “Well. Crosby, it all worked out as you planned. The girl stood by you at the inquest and j’ou were exonerated. Phyllis Crosby was listed as a suicide while temporarily deranged. “But Doris Matthews had a conscience. and she loved her dead mistress very dearly. She confided to her sister, as this letter very clearly indicates, and Kathryn Matthews advised Doris, for her own sake, not to try to reopen the case, lest Doris be convicted of perjurj’. "As Doris writes Kathryn: “The case is closed forever, and maybe I did then what she would have wished me to do.’ “But she hated j’ou. Crosby! Doris wanted to make you suffer as Phyllis Crosby had suffered. And as she says here, ‘there are other ways.’ One way was to expose you to the Berkeleys as a fortune hunter, and. m strict confidence, as a wife-killer.’’ "No. I tell jou! No!” Crosby denied passionately. "You came here yesterday, not knowing that Doris Matthews was now Mrs. Berkeley's maid—” “That's not true!” Crosby interrupted. “Mrs. Lambert had written me that she had hired Doris for the job.” It was Dundee who spoke now, with curious reluctance: "Pardon me. Captain Strawn. . . . Mr. Crosby, it. is my duty to remind you that when Mrs. Berkeley mentioned Doris last night, you appeared surprised. even startled. "You said, ‘Surely you don’t mean little Doris Matthews?’ and Mrs. Lambert then told you she was quite sure she had written you of Doris being here.” “But Mrs. Lambert just thought she had written you,” Strawn interrupted. “The truth is, you were in a panic. You knew you would have to see Doris Matthews immediately, and insure her continued silence by bribery or by murdering her!” CHAPTER TWENTY NINE “T’M sorry, Dundee.” Seymour l Crosby turned to the younger detective, ignoring Captain Strawn 's charge for the moment “I told you an untruth, the first I have uttered since this questioning began. "I did not receive a letter from Mrs. Lambert, mentioning the fact that Doris had come here to be

Mrs. Berkeley’s maid. I was surprised—startled, if you will—at the news. But the surprise was a pleasant one, tinged only with pain that I should have so vivid a reminder of my dead wife's last moments. ’’l had not seen or heard from Doris after the inquest, since my wife’s death meant the breaking up of our home.” “It is true. Captain Strawn.” Dundee conceded willingly, “that Mr. Crosby added, immediately after Mrs. Lambert’s news, that he would be delighted to see Doris.” “Hunh!” Strawn snorted, skeptically. “Well, the point is. Crosby, you lost no time ip. getting to Doris Matthews, and —” “Pardon me! The meeting was entirely accidental,” Crosby interrupted. “I happened to open the door of my room and saw Doris in the hall, walking toward the backstairs. I called to her, and she came to me, standing just outside mv door. We talked —” “‘Kathy, I’ve seen and talked with Mr. Crosby!’” Strawn began to quote solemnly. “I don't dare write exactly what he said and what I said, even to you, but he gave me ’ There, Crosby, you have the last words a murdered giri ever penned. I suppose you’ve had time to think up a nice, harmless explanation?” Seymour Crosby’s lean, handsome face flushed darkly, “My impulse is to refuse to answer, but I believe the truth will be less painful to — Miss Berkeley than the construction you are putting upon what Doris wrote. After we had exchanged the ordinary greetings and inquiries as to health, Doris said: “ ’lt brings it all back so, sir, meeting j’ou. It seems only yesterday ’ Then she burst into tears, and whispered: ‘Oh, sir, how can you marry again so soon, when you loved Miss Phyllis so much?’ ” “So that's what Doris said!” Strawn sneered. “Strange talk from a well-trained maid!” a tt a •••pvORIS was rather more than a U servant in our household,” Crosby said quietly. “She had been with Phyllis for years: the two girls had been real friends, as mistress and maid frequently are. And after our marriage, I became very fond of Doris myself.” “Well, now, that’s interesting!” Strawn exclaimed triumphantly. "A little too fond, perhaps? As fond of her as Dick Berkeley was?” “That's a vile thing to say, Strawn!” Crosby replied contemptuously. “It's absurd to have to deny such an insinuation, but I do—most emphatically!” “Well, get along with j-our fairy tale.” Strawn ordered curtly. “What did you say to Doris, then?” I—” Crosbly hesitated, the dark flush deepening.i “I told her I could not live in the past, that, to save my reason, I must try to build a new life ” “In other words, ‘Gentlemen must live.’ eh?” Strawn paraphrased contemptuously. “I am not a penniless fortunehunter. Captain Strawn!” Crosby retorted with dignity. “When I married Phyllis Benham I was a man of fair amount of means. “Part of my small fortune was lost in unwise speculation after my marriage, in an endeavor on my part to more than equal my wife’s income from her father. “But I still have an income of approximately SIO,OOO a year, sufficient for a single man to live on comfortably—abroad, at least. I was not marrying Clorinda Berkeley for her money.” “All right, all right! Go on! What else do you claim was said between you and Doris Matthews?” "Doris, still weeping, said she understood, and hoped I would be happy again, but she asked—as if jealous of Phyllis: ‘But you don't love Miss Clorinda as you did Miss Phyllis, do you?’ And I—please realize that these words are forced from me!—l replied: “'My heart is in Phyllis’ grave, Doris, but I am more fond of Miss Berkeley than of any one I have ever known—except Phyllis'.” He paused, then explained defiantly; “I admit that I used a melodramatic, trite expression, but I did so because the sentiment was real and the words would appeal to Doris. “And I believe Doris did not dare

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repeat them, lest somehow they come back to my future wife and cause her pain. She told me then that she, too, w-as fend of Clorinda and could understand. “That was all, except that I asked her to wait a moment while I took those earrings from my wallet, where I have carried them since my wife’s death.” “Carried them in your wallet, eh? Why?” Strawn prodded skeptically. "Because Phyllis was wearing them the night she—died and because they were the last gift I had made her. “I gave them to Doris as an engagement present and because I know’ that Phyllis would have liked for her to have them.” “And I say you gave them to her because Doris Matthews had made up her mind to expose you to the Berkeleys, partly because she w’as fond of Clorinda Berkeley and partly because she wanted to make you suffer for your wife’s murder!” Strawn told him sternly. “You made an appointment with her to meet her in the summerhouse, when the house was quiet for the night—” a a a is not true!” Crosby J. flashed. “I did not leave my room again last night and you can not possibly have any proof that I did so!” “Yeah?” Strawn grinned, as if nursing secret proof. But Dundee knew his chief had nothing more up his sleeve. During the lull the younger detective became aware that some forgotten fact was tapping at his memory. Suddenly he had it and his tilted chair crashed to the floor as he asked: “Mr. Crosby, was this conversation between you and Doris overheard by any one at all?” “Overheard?” Crosby puzzled. “Why, no, I don’t think so. We spoke in low tones or whispers and I was alone—” “Where was the valets Mrs. Berkeley had hired especially for you?” Dundee asked tensely. “Valet?” both Strawn and Crosby repeated blankly. Then Crosby's somber eyes flashed with sudden comprehension. “By Jove, Dundee! In all the excitement I had completely forgotten about Johnson! The fact is, he was not on duty when I returned to my room last night—and I have not seen him since!” “What’s all this?” Strawn sputtered. “Who the devil is Johnson?” Dundee explained: “Last night, when Mrs. Berkeley greeted Mr. Crosby, as he appeared in the draw ring room just before dinner, she hoped Mr. Crosby had not found Johnson ‘too ghastly’ a valet and remarked that he was the best she could do locally. She explained that Mr. Berkeley would not have a ‘man’ for himself ” “Well, where is this bird now?” Strawn interrupted disgustedly.

(To Be Continued)

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