Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 285, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 April 1930 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TCZ DORIS MATTHEWS, ladv f. -"ld. 1* murdered in a summerhouse i > the Berkeley estate. by blow Irom havy perJume flask. given MKB. BERKELEY by BEYMONK CROSBY, engaged to CLORINDA BERKELEY, whose scarf binds -he rock-weighted body when It Is taken ;rom the lane by DETECTIVE DUNDEE. *ho tumraons CAPTAIN BTRAWN. Suspicion first fails on Mrs. Berkeley, from whose rooms the murder flask had .en taken; then on DICK BERKELEY, afatuated with Dorn; next on ENQENE ARNOLD, her fiance .then on olorlnd*. who Is cleared by JOHN MAXWELL. former suitor, to wnom she again becomes engaged. _ h An unhnished letter of Doris to her sister In London shifts suspicion to Seymour Crosoy. linking the mala s muroer with the suicide of PHYLLIS CROSBY, Doris'* former mistress, fourteen months Stra’wn. ready to Bl J est , Cros sl , a^l n v aiders the case solved when harvey JOHNSON, valet, is discovered missing alter a robberv of the house. He sets a net for Johnson, leaving Dundee in quizzes MRS LAMBERT, social secretary, on the death of Phyllis Crosby and Dons' murder, but learns nothing new. CiEORGE BERKELEY Is next suspected. GiGI BERKELEY, who unaccountably sprinkled everyone Friday evening with perfume from the murder ask overhears Dundee theorizing and ndicules all his suspicions _ IJlssatlsfled himself. Dundee finally £lts upon an idea which revolutionizes The case. Proving his new theory, he tt/a asks 15-vear-old Glut: 'How long hv* your mother been a pcriume adtUCt NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT GIGI ga-sped, shrank away from Dundee, her topaz eyes widening to enormous size. Then suddenly she got control of herself; terror changed to blank Innocence on her childish face. "A—what?” she asked. “Don’t pretend innocence, Gigi!” Dundee commanded sternly, but his eyes were filled with pity for her. “I have more than enough evidence that your mother is addicted to drinking perfume for the alcohol it contains. Now, will you please tell me how long she has had the habit?” She crumpled suddenly and sank upon the beautiful old four-poster bed. “I—l don’t know, exactly,” she shivered. “Oh, why can't you let us all alone? We haven’t done anything to you ” "Dons Matthews has been murdered, Gigi,” Dundee reminded her. “But Abbie’s drinking perfume hasn’t got anything to do with that!” Gigi protested, with too passionate vehemence. “I’m—afraid —it has, Gigi,” the detective retorted slowly. “Doris knew, didn’t she?” “I don’t know,” Gigi sobbed. “Oh, yes, I suppose she did, but if you’re thinking Abbie would kill Doris, just because she knew—Doris wasn’t the only one who knew ” “Who else, Gigi?” “ Dh, shut up!” Gigi cried wildly. “The whole family, and the other servants?” Dundee persisted. ‘I—I suppose so,” she sobbed. “We —we didn’t talk about it ” “Doris did,” Dundee corrected her. “For your sake, Doris begged your mother only last night not to drink the stuff any more; refused, in fact to open anew bottle for her. And your mother slapped her for her Impertinence!” “Was that why Abbie slapped her?” Gigi stopped crying and stared fearfully at the detective. “How do you know it was for my sake that Doris ?” “Because Doris said so in a letter she was writing last night to her sister,” he explained gently. “Has—it been very bad, honey?” ana “* \ WFUL!” Gigi began to sob xY again. “Abbie and I had got along together pretty well before—before she went abroad for that year with Clorinda, but as soon as she "got back I could tell something was wrong. “She acted so peculiar! She was either awfully sentimental about me, or—or horribly cruel. Then—l found out. I—found her that way one morning when I went in to kiss her before she’d got up, and I—l smelled perfume on her breath and I—l i-mew what was wrong with her. “I—well, I guess I wasn’t very tactful. I'm terribly frank, and I —I told her she was making a fool of herself. She—she’s had it in for me ever since and I guess I can’t keep it out of my eyes when I look at her—what I think of her for—for ” “I understand. Gigi. Have you talked with any one about this?” “Only Mrs. Lambert,” Gigi confessed miserably. “I can tell her anything, because because she loves me and I simply adore her. She said Abbie must have got the habit in Paris. “It seems that a lot of people do it, and—and maybe Abbie thought it was the smart thing to do. You see, Abbie’s father drank—a regular old town’s-drunkard, and—and I guess Abbie and—and Dick both inherited the craving from him. “When Abbie quit high school she went to work in Dad’s office, and he felt sorry for her because she'd had such a hard life, and—well, he married her.” “Did your father suspect?” Dundee hesitated. “I guess he always was afraid of her. and for Dick, too,” Gigi admitted tragically. “Not until I was a great big girl would Dad allow any wines or liquors to be served at dinner, unless it was a terribly formal one, and then he'd try to keep Abbie from having more than just a taste.

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“Os course, when she went abroad, there wasn’t any one to watch her and ” “I see,” he said gently. He could imagine with what avidity Abbie Berkeley had adopted the perfume habit, knowing that a supply would always be at hand; that neither prohibition nor her watchful husband could prevent her getting all she wanted. “So that is why you wasted as much of Crosby’s gift as possible?” he went on. “Ye-es,” she answered, dropping her eyes. She was too transparent for Dundee to be deceived. “There’s something else, Gigi . . . Did Seymour Crosby know that his gift would be particularly pleasing to your mother?” “Yes!” she cried passionately. “Yes, he did! He wanted her to — to drink herself to death! That's why I hate him ” “Gigi, my dear!” he checked her. He drew his chair close to the bed and took both her icy little hands. “Tell me quietly what you mean, what basis you have for such a charge.” m • a ASHAMED red dyed her cheeks, but her eyes met his bravely. “I—you’ll think I’m a nasty little sneak, but I didn’t mean to pry— I was in Tish’s room about a week ago, while she was taking a bath to dress for dinner. “I was already dressed, and lots of times I go in to talk to her while she dresses. Well, I just happened to pick up a book on her bedside table and a—a letter fell out." "Addressed to Mrs. Lambert?” Dundee cut in sternly. “There wasn’t any envelope, and when I was picking it up I saw a few words that—that made me perfectly furious! So I read it all. It was from Mr. Crosby!” “What made you furious Gigi?” Dundee asked softly, scarcely daring to breathe. “Well, the letter was all about the visit he was going to make to Hillcrest, and— and about Clorinda. Oh, what he said about Clo was perfectly lovely; that wasn’t what made me sore. The words that first caught my eye were: ‘ —her perfectly impossible mother, but perhaps she will not long be a handicap. “What!” Dundee ejaculated.“Uh, huh!” Gigi sniffed, dabbing at her eyes. “So I read the whole letter, but first I read the rest of that paragraph. It said something like this: ‘One can but hope that her vice contracted so enthusiastically at so advanced an age, will not be slow in taking its toll. “ ‘Otherwise, a future which I had hoped would be a happy and peaceful one will present rather peculiar mother-in-law problems.’ ... Do you blame me for reading it?” she demanded piteously. “No, Gigi,” he answered, squeezing her hands tightly. But to himself he had to admit, in all fairness, that there was some excuse for Seymour Crosby. He treid to picture himself saddled with a mother-in-law like Abbie Berkeley, and involuntarily his hands loosened slightly their grip upon Gigi’s. . . . After all, though it was a caddish thing to do, Crosby had written the words in strictest confidence to an old and trusted friend. “So I simply couldn’t bear it when I saw him giving her perfume!” Gigi told him vehemently. “I wanted to throw it all into his face and tell him if he didn’t like Abbie he could go straight to ” “Did you tell Mrs. Lambert you had seen the letter?” Dundee asked. “No,” she admitted, flushing. “Tish would have been shocked at me. And it wasn’t her fault! And she didn’t feel that way at all! “She did everything she could to make Abbie stop. I heard Abbie simply tearing into her just the other day for begging her to promise not to drink any more of the stuff.” nun SO another mystery was cleared up. It was quite clear now what promise Mrs. Lambert had exacted from. Abbie Berkeley the night before. so soon after Seymour Crosby had presented his shameful gift! Suddenly a monstrous suspicion crashed through Dundee’s mind, a suspicion which, if founded upon fact, would explain a great deal, probably everything. “Gigi, tell me the truth: Was that the only reason you tried to spill all that perfume last night?” “What—do you mean?” she gasped, her eyes popping. “You were afraid that Seymour Crosby had grown impatient!” he answered with slow emphasis. “You suspected there was poison in that bottle, intended for your mother!” “No, no!” Gigi cried, shuddering. "I just thought he was helping her into a drunkard’s grave.” Suddenly she laughed shakily. “Don’t I sound like a temperance pamphlet? . . . You don’t really think ?” “I’m going to find out!” Dundee said grimly, as he rose. “But—the perfume has all been spilled!” she reminded him. “For a very good reason, prob-

ably; to destroy the evidence . . . But it is not so easy to be rid of traces of poison. The stuff is on our cloches and they an be analyzed ” “You shan’t spoil my new dress!” she interrupted vigorously. “If a sample is all you need, I can give you the handkerchief with which 1 wiped off my hands after I sprinkled you all . . . Wait!” She dashed into her bathroom and was back in a moment. “Got it out of my clothes hamper," she announced triumphantly. “It still smells,” and she thrust the little square of linen and lace against his nose. “Can they really tell from this whether the perfume was poisoned or not?” “That will be no trick at all for the city chemist,” Dundee assured her. “But—where does Doris come in?” she objected frowning. “I don’t know yet, but I can make a fair guess.” Dundee retorted. “You saw that letter of Crosby’s, Doris may have seen it, too.” “I know Doris wouldn’t have read it,” Gigi defended the dead girl loyally. “Besides, Della cleans Mrs. Lambert's room. “But what if Della read It and told Doris, knowing that Doris was acquainted with Crosby?” “But Doris didn’t know that Mr. Crosby had given Abbie the perfume,” she protested. “Who can say now what Doris knew or did not know?” He refused to sOy more to the child, for he knew how fatally loose her tongue was, but on his way to his room he reasoned to himself: “Wickett could have mentioned the gift to Doris. Doris could have known about Crosby’s letter. If our first suspicions of Crosby are correct, Doris could have known, from the past, that Seymour Crosby would not hesitate at murder. “All that being so, Doris Matthews may have lost her life to save the life of the mistress who had slapped her! . . . But why speculate until I know what the city chemist has to say?” (To Be Continued) SERVICE CLUB BEGINS DRIVE FOR R. 0. T. C. Volunteers to Obtain 105 Candidates From Marion County. Indianapolis Service .Club today began enrollment of youths for C. M. T. C. this summer. One hundred and five candidates will be taken from Marion county and the club has volunteered to enroll this number. Thirty-eight already have been obtained. The state quota is 1,200. Camps will be at Ft. Benjamin Harrison, June 20 to July 19 and Camp Knox, Kentucky, from July 2 to July 31. David H. Jennings is state civilian aid to the secretary of war, and M. M. Andrews is county C. M. T. C. chairman. Both are members of the Service Club. Committees announced Tuesday by Andrews are: Radio, Thomas A. Hendricks, Phil Lewis and Norman Metzger; movies, C. Alfred Campbell; clubs, Verne Trask; schools, Roy P. Wisehart, state superintendent of public Instruction, and Raymond Gilder; aviation, State Senator Joe Rand Beckett; clergy, Samuel Harrell; women's clubs, William E. Gavin; Boy Scouts, Dr. J. Carlton Daniel; employers. Mark Hamer and Leßoy Austin; displays, Irving M. Fauvre; advisory, Wayne M. Armstrong; general, Major Per Rnmee; finance, Dwight Peterson, and publicity, Stephen C. Noland. COD LIVER OIL IS FED TO GROWING CHICKENS Gives Fowls Healthy Bones Just as It Does Children. By Science Service ATLANTA, April 9.—lt now is the mode in best poultry-raising circles to administer cod liver oil to young chickens. It gives them healthy bones as it does to young children. Since chicks are no more anxious to take cod liver oil "straight” than children are, the oil is mixed with their feed. The question arose, how long would such feed keep its rick-ets-preventing power? Three research chemists, A. D. Holmes, Madeleine G. Pigott and D. F. Me nard of Stoneham, Mass., undertook to find out. Their findings were reported here today to the American Chemical Society. They stored oil-treated feed in bags, just as it would be stored in a regular feed house, and every couple of months drew some of the bags out and tried them on chickens kept on a deficient diet. The tests were kept up for a year, and no falling off in the rickets-pre-venting power of the feed was detected in that time.

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