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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Continued.) “He unpacked my bags when I arrived yesterday afternoon,” Crosby offered, “and helped me dress for dinner. There was nothing said about his waiting up for me, but I took it for granted that he would. “However, when I went upstairs about 11 last night he was not there, though my things had been laid out for the night. I have not seen him since.” “Is anything missing, Mr. Crosby?” Dundee asked. “I can't say, since I have not taken the slightest interest in my own belongings since—since I went down for the swim this morning,” Crosby answered. “Then we’d better have a look around,” Strawn decided abruptly, stuffing Doris’ letter and the earrings into his coat Docket. t: Xf xs THE three men lelt the dead girl's room, Strawn taking time, however, to lock the door and pocket the key, and descended to the second floor, which was being patrolled by a olain clothesman. Seymour Crosby’s room was a very large and very impressive chamber, with private bath and commodious dressing room. "Did you have anything of value, Crosby?” Strawn asked, as the Berkeleys’ guest plunged into the dressing room. “My money was in my wallet, along with the earrings,’ Crosby replied. “This morning I transferred the wallet from my dinner clothes to the lounge suit I am weai lg now . . . Good Lord! My smallest bag is missing!” he ejaculated. Within five minutes he was enumerating his losses, while Dundee listed them on the almost exhausted pad of paper which had served him as a notebook since the investigation began. “A pearl ring, which I had brought as a gift- for Miss Berkeley; a necklace of seed pearls, intended for Gigi; a silver cigaret lighter for Mrs. Lambert; a tooled leather billfold for Wickett, containing anew SSO gold certificate and—a miniature of my wife, Phyllis, painted on ivory by a famous Parisian miniature p inter.” Crosby's voice broke on the last words and Dundee believed that he willingly would have sacrificed far more than he had lost, if the miniature could have been returned. “Is that all, Crosby?” Strawn snapped. Then to Dundee: “Come along! We'll see if Mrs. Berkeley’s jewels have been stolen, too!” They left Seymour Crosby in his room, collapsed in a huge armchair,, but whether from relief or weariness it was hard to say. The detective who had been stationed in Mrs. Berkeley’s foyer tried to report as his chief charged in. but Strawn brushed him aside and flung open the bedroom door without knocking. “Well! I must say—!** • Mrs. E</rkeley, still reclining on her chaise longue, began indignantly. She was alone. “Sorry, lady!” Strawn cut her short impatiently. “Got a safe in your rooms?” “A safe?” For my jewels, you mean? . . . Certainly! It's hidden behind that Watteau painting. I thought, of that all by myself—” “Yeah? Well, can you open it?” Strawn demanded curtly. “Do it, then! ’ “Why? Ooh! Do you think?” Mrs. Berkeley bounded clumsily from the chaise longue and scurried to where the painting hung. “I told you this morning I bet Doris had stolen my jewels, too, and you didn't pay the slightest attention to me—Oh! Oh! Oh, my God! George! George!” she shrieked. CHAPTER THIRTY "T TELLOi Sergeant Turner? . . . II Captain Strawn speaking. Listen now and get this straight! The Berkeley house was robbed before th* murder last night . . . Yeah, looks like the same bird did both jobs “Now take this down. Valet, giving name of Harvey Johnson, hired Friday through Hamilton Domestic Employment Bureau for work at Berkeiers home, Hillcrest. Description: About 5 feet 10 inches tall; weight abou T 150; age. near 30; hair, light brown, rather thin, parted on

left side; eyes brown or dark-gray; features regular, strictly American tjpe; considered handsome; fine, large white teeth; cleft chin . . . wait a minute . . . anything else, Dundee?” The younger detective, seated opposite hi', chief at George Berkeley’s desk in the library, consulted his notes before replying: “Was wearing dark blue serge suit, navy blue silk bow tie with white polka dots and white shirt with blue pin-stripe. May be wearing pair of crepe-soled tennis shoes, size 8, missing from Crosby's effects.” Strawn repeated the information to Sergeant Turner at police headquarters as Dundee gave it to him, then added: “Carried loot away in black pigskin bag of Gladstone shape. Bag was not initialed. Now here’s what he took, Turner. Ready? . . . Necklace of matched pearls—forty-nine of ’em —worth $35,000; diamond and platinum clasp. Necklace of seed pearls, worth about $100; pearl ring—large pink pearl, black enamel setting, worth $900; five other rings—” As Strawn’s heavy voice plowed on through the list of stolen articles, Dundee's attention wandered. A hundred thoughts flashed through his mind like minnows darting about a pool. And as he let his thoughts play he frowned, tapping his pencil thoughtfully upon the sheaf of notes he had made during the investigation which seemed to be practically over now. a st WHEN the long list was ended Dundee heard his chief bark into the receiver: "Hop to it, Turner! Draw up a ‘Wanted’ placard and rush it to the city printer. But first put every available man on the job to check railroad stations, hotels and every other likely place for a trace of the man. “Yeah, I’ll be down in about fifteen minutes, but I wanted to start the ball a-rolling . . . Sure, I'll have his description broadcast every hour till he's caught ... By the way, Turner, send somebody over to the employment bureau to get hold of his registration card. Best way to get his handwriting and fingerprints . . . O. K. Don't waste any time!” He was about to hang up when the officer at the other end of the wire detained him. “What’s that?” Strawn snapped. “Oh, Maxwell! On his way here now, you say? Well, I’ll give him ten minutes. He may have seen tins bird Johnson leaving the grounds.” He hung up, wiped the perspiration from his heavy faceand turned to Dundee. “They've rounded up John Maxwell. Guess he’ll clinch Clorinda Berkeley’s alibi, all right, even if she did want to keep his name out of it . . , Heigh-ho! Pretty swift work, I’d say. Body discovered at 7:15. Murderer's description in the noon editions of the newspapers.” “You feel sure the case is solved?” Dundee asked. “In the bag!” Strawn exulted "Why, lookee! Every single fact we had—outside of theold Crosby case, of course—clicks right into place! Even that pesky flask of perfume tnat we had such a devil of a time getting into the summer house. Here’s how I see it now: “This bird Johnson is a big-time crook, from the east probably, where it gets too hots for him. He reads in the Hamilton papers that there's going to be big doings at the Berkeley place and registers with the employment bureau as a valet. “Probably had a bunch of faked references and has used them before—plenty! Asa matter of fact, I think he followed the Berkeleys out here from New York, after reading in the papers there how Mrs. Berkeley tried to smuggle in that rope of pearls and got caught by the customs. “At any rate, the way he burgled that safe of the old damp’s shows he was no amateur. As ne t a job of safe-cracking as I ever saw. Didn’t leave a trace of a fingerprint. according to Carrawy, either on the safe or in Crosby's room.” “Conceding that he stole the flask of perfume." Dundee interrupted, “we can definitely place the time of the robbery between 10:30 and 10:45. For it was 10:30 or there-

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about when Wickett took the perfume up to Mrs. Berkeley’s bathroom and about 10:45 when Doris went to her mistress’ bedroom to lay out her things for the night.” “And another fact clicks into place!” Strawn cut in triumphant*ly. “Doris caught him in the bathroom and he pushed her against the mirror ” “Two objections to that conclusion, chief!” Dundee retorted. “In the first place, Doris was not wearing lipstick then. We have Clorinda Berkeley’s word for that and no reason to doubt it. In the second place, if Doris Matthews hdd caught a burglar at work in Mrs. Berkeley’s rooms, she’d have given the alarm. Nothing will make me believe that girl was a crook, or even a potential crook.” tt u “ A LL right, then!” Strawn conceded. “Granted that Johnson did his job between 10:30 and 10:45. He stole the perfume and with the rest of the stuff in the Gladstone bag, he sneaked out of the house, while Wickett was busy in ms pantry or in the drawing room and was about to beat it when he saw the chauffeur, Arnold, bring the car around. We’ve got Wickett’s word for it that Johnson seemed to be badly smitten by Doris’ beauty, while the servants were at their dinner last night.” “And that Doris turned a cold shoulder to him,” Dundee reminded his chief. “I believe you fell for the girl yourself,” Strawn gibed good-na-turedly. “Well, at any rate, Johnson, as well as the other servants, heard Doris and Arnold plan to meet at the summerhouse when the girl could get away. All right! He sees Arnold collect the Benjamin Smiths and drive off with them. It occurs to him that Doris may not know her sweetie can’t meet her. He likes the girl’s looks, wouldn't object to having a petting party—” “Maybe!” Dundee cut in, frowning. “But if I had been Johnson, my first thought would have been a getaway, not a petting party.” “But what if Johnson didn’t manage to sneak out of the house until just after or just before Clorinda did?” Strawn argued. “Either way he could beat it, if she was on her way to the estate gates to meet John Maxwell, as I’d bet she was. Johnson would have run for cover, to the summer house, most likely, and was still hiding there, waiting for Clorinda to return to the house, when Doris, not knowing Arnold couldn’t meet her, arrived and discovered him. “She suspected what he was up to—stumbled upon the Gladstone bag full of loot, probably; started to run for the house to give the alarm. Johnson remembers the heavy flask of perfume in his bag, opens it in a flash—” (To Be Continued)

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