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CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued.) “And what is Doris doing all that time?” Dundee interrupted .skeptically. “Johnson's pot her by the wrist,” Strawn explained with satisfaction. “With his other hand he gets the big gate open. gets out the flask and crarks her on the head with it.” “But he has no third hand with which to cover her mouth so she can t scream." Dundee objected. “Hell! I wasn't there! I didn’t see it happen, but we know it did and as far as I'm concerned, I'm satisfied!” “Do you think he would go to as much trouble as he did to hide the body?" an n Hr knew Clorinda was O walking about the grounds and might decide any minute to take a rest in the summerhouse. If she found the body, she’d give the alarm before Johnson had time to make his getaway With the murder concealed, he could count on having till morning—" “With the robbery likely to be discovered any minute and the alarm given?” Dundee interrupted again. “Well. Johnson looted fire house and killed the girl! It's not up to me to go into his reasons for every step he took!” Strawn almost shouted in his anger. "Trouble with you is, this didn’t turn out to be a fancy murder mystery and you're disappointed. “Me—l take my crime neat and glad to have it without trimmings .... Where the devil is Maxwell, anyway? I've got to get down to headquarters—’’A knock at the door made him break off short, then about: “Come in!” "‘Peggy Harper, one of the maids, wants to speak to you. sir.” detective Payne announced and withdrew as the girl sidled into the library. “Well. Peggy, what's on your mind? ' Strawn asked impatiently. “It's just something I thought mayb*’ you ought to know.” Peggy blurted. “Last night, at dinner. I happened tc be looking at Doris when Wickett introduced Johnson all around and I noticed that she acted sort? like she recognized him.” “Well?” Strawn snapped. "After we'd finished dinner, there was just me and Doris in the sitting room for awhile and I said. Did wu know Mr, Johnson before. Doris?' anc she wrinkled up her forehead and said, ‘l've been trying to place him. I know I've either seen him or his picture somewhere before, but I simply can't remember where. . . . And then I said. "He sure is good looking, ain't he?' And that's all. sir. I thought maybe ” It was Dundee who asked the next question. "Did Johnson act as if he recognized Doris?” “I wasn't looking at him: I was looking at Doris, because of the funny expression on her face. But when I did look at him. he was saying something to Della and then when he was introduced to Doris, he didn't let on at all. if he did recognize her But he didn't hardly look at anybody else all during dinner.” “All right. Peggy. Thanks!” Strawn dismissed her. When he qr.d Dundee were alone again he rose, stretched and said: “Guess that clinches it. ch? The crook tumbles that the girl is wise to him, or he thinks she is. He's planned to stay on here till the big doings tonight and make a clean-up, but the girl is something he hasn’t counted on. So he does his Job and then has the bad luck to run upon Doris in the summerhouse. “Well. I’ll be getting on to headquarters. Hang around here till Maxwell comes, get what you can out of him and then come on in after lunch. Nothing more to do here.” “Have you forgotten I'm taking the week-end off?" Dundee grinned. “I’m staying on till Monday, if you don’t mind. . . . .And say. chief, I wish you would have one of the boys get my parrot from the Rhodes house and send him to me. * I'd rather like to have a session with my Watson.” CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE FOR one uncomfortable minute Dundee was afraid his chief grouid turn nasty. But Captain

Strawn contented himself with saying: “Reminding me that, you're the police commisioner's nephew, and therefore a privileged character, eh? All right! Have a good time with your society friends.” “I shan't be entirely idle,” Dundee assured him cheerfully. “I'll ask Mrs. Lambert to lend me her typewriter, and transcribe this bunch of notes I’ve taken By the way, chief, since you're satisfied that Johnson solves everything, there won't be any need of airing the Berkeley family troubles in the newspapers, I suppose?” “No—and you can bet that takes a load off my mind,” Strawn grunted. “Lucky for me l syft-pedaled the whole thing when the reporters mobbed me a couple of hours ago! These multimillionaires and society swells— Well. I'm so grateful to Johnson for being the guy that croaked the girl instead of Clorinda or Dick Berkeley that I'd almost be willing to ask the grand jury to return a vote of thanks instead of an indictment. ... So long, boy! You know where to reach me if anything turns up though it won’t. I'm taking all the boys back with me. We’U need’ em all for tracking down that crook.” Five minutes after his chief’s departure Dundee, who was still frowning over his shorthand notes, was interrupted by a gay tattoo upon the library door. Ho chuckled, then called confidently: “Come in, Gigi!” She flung herself into the room and upon the arm of his chair, rumpling his crisp black hair ecstatically. “How did you know it was me? . . . Isn’t it swell? Isn't it a gr-rand and glorious feelin', j when you’ve been saying 'Eenie, I meenie, minie, moe' to find out ! which of your beloved family or i triends committed murder, to have it | turn out to be a common old bur- ; glar after all?" an p "DWELL!” Dundee agreed, and ' O retaliated by rumpling her own ! short, brown curls. “But how did j the 'eenie, meenie, mine, moe’ come j out?” “Wickett once and me twice!” she i daughed. “I just was going to give ! myself up when Johnson was electI ed. ... Os course. Abbie is having a I grand time throwing hysterics over | her ‘poils’ and moaning that Doris ; was a heroine after all. . . . And she I was, too. wasn't she added j wistfully. “I think she was,” Dundee re- | plied soberly. "I’m afraid the rest of your wfek- ; end is going to be awfully dull,” ! Gigi mourned. “How about tennis I after lunch? Oh. yes! I meant to j tell you first of all that Abbie absolutely insists on your staying. You’re I her dear Mr. Dundee’ again. She j thinks you're awfully clever and ! such a gentleman!" “1 want to stay, but I've got a ; couple o f hours' work to do after I lunch, honey-child/’ he answered regretfully. “Got to transcribe my notes, you know " “Better tear ’em up!” Gigi advised. and to his amazement she was in deadly earnest for the mo- ! ment. Before he could think of a reply, : however, another knock at the door ! interrupted. “Yes. Wickett?” “Mr. John Maxwell, sir.” “Show him in. Wickett. darling.” Gigi ordered. “And I'm going to stay, my bonnie lad!” she added emphatically to Dundee. “Oh. hello, Johnny Maxwell! Whoops! How you've grown!” The tall, broad-shouldered young man swung Gigi off her feet and kissed her soundly, to her evident j relish. t "Brat.” he apostrophized her. you're a wow! Cuter’n a Scotch : terrier!” “Go on! Say it! If you weren't . already wild over Clo, you’d give me a whirl! Lord. I'll be glad when that sister of mine gets married, so I can have a chance 'Souse It. please! This is Bonnie Dundee. Johnny— a detecatiff! And if the police hadn't already picked out their criminal, you’d be in for the neatest third-degree—" “Have you really caught the murderer. Mr. Dundee?” Maxwell asked eagerly, relief lighting up his goodlooking face. “They haven’t caught him, John-

—By Williams

ny, but, they know who he is,” Gigi answered before Dundee could speak. "Oh, things have been happening at jolly old Hillcrest, let me tell you! Abbie hires a valet, to swank before Mr. Crosby, and Johnson—that's the valet's name—turns out to be a burglar and a murderer.” "Good Lord!” John Maxwell ejaculated. "Os course I saw the extras ” "The point is. Mr. Maxwpll.” Dundee cut in quietly, "did you see this man Johnson on the grounds when you were here last night?” Maxwell made no attempt to deny the truth which Dundee had guessed at. No. I saw no one but Clorinda last night. T was afraid the poor girl might, be having a rocky time of it with the police, when I saw by the papers that she was being ‘quizzed’.” "Then why didn't you barger right over?” Gigi demanded indignantly. "Because I didn’t see a paper until about twenty minutes ago,” Maxwell answered. "After I left Clorinda last night, I took the interurban to Mercyville, to see my uncle——” a cf ~/T 'HE old boy who struck oil on l farm?” Gigi demanded excitedly. “The same." Maxwell grinned. “I put my pride in my pocke* and asked him if he'd lend rye enough money to set myself up in law practice, instead of taking a job as assistant district attorney at $3,000 a year. His answer was yes, obtained at 11:30 thus morning. When I stepped out of the downtown interurban station twenty minutes ago a cop told me I was wanted and showed me a paper with the news in it.” “And that’s that!” Gigi cried. "So you can marry Clo and live happy ever after! I’ll begin right now by giving the bride away. She has a rotten disposition before breakfast, is bearable by lunch, and an angel by dinnertime. She—- “ Shut up. Pest!" Dundee commanded. "Now, Mr. Maxwell, will you tell me exactly what happened last night, so far as you know?" "Certainty!” Maxwell agreed. “But I must go back a bit. I've been away for more than a year, and before I left. Clorinda and I had a —well, a tiff. “We had been engaged secretly, and while we didn’t actually break it off, the coolness continued in her letters until the letters themselves stopped, about six months ago. "She was abroad with her mother by that time, and I wasn’t much surprised, but pretty badly knocked out when I got to town yesterday and read what the society columns had to say about Seymour Crosby and the party that was scheduled for tonight. But I took a chance on calling her up just before 7 o’clock last night, and she agreed to meet me at the gates as soon as she could get away.” (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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