Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 286, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 April 1930 — Page 16

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BEGIN HEBK TODAT DORIS MATTHEWS, lady’s maid. 1 murdered In a summerhouse on the Berkeley estate, by blow Iron) heavy perfume flask. Riven MRS. BERKELEY bv SEYMOUR CROSBY, enraged to CLORINDA BERKELEY. whose scarf binds th rock-weighted body when It Is taken from the lake Saturday morning by DETECTIVE DUNDEE, who summons CAPTAIN STRAWN Suspicion fall* successively on Mrs. Berkeley; DIOQ BERKELEY. Infatuated with Doris; ECOENE ARNOLD, her enarve: Clorlnda. who Is cleared by JOHH MAXWELL, former suitor, to whom she again becomes engaged; and ' finally, because of an unfinished letter of Doris to her sister In London, shifts to Seymour Crosby, linking the maid s murder wirh the suicide of PHYLLIS CROSBY. Doris' former mistress, fourte" months before. . ... Straw.n. about to arrest Crosby, shifts to HARVEY JOHNSON, valet, discovered lni ;ing after a robbery of the house. While the police seek Johnson. Dundee. *ur* that the case 1* not solved, continues his work. . , MRS. LAMBERT, social secretary. Is ou;?zed on the death of her friend, Fhvllis Crosbv. and Doris' murrfrr. b’U Dundee learns nothing new GEORGE BERKELEY Is next Suspected, but Dundee. still dis.-ausfled. makes startling new deductions, proving that Mrs. Berkeley is a perfum" addict, that several Iti.ev.' the truth. Including Crosbv. From GIGI BERKELEY. 15. who unaccountably sprlngled everyone Friday evening with perfume from the murder flnsk. he learns that Crosbv had written Mrs Lambert a letter containing the ■words: "perfectly Impossible mother, but perhaps she will not long be a handle mind leaps to the conclusion that Crosbv poisoned the perfume given Bfr Berkeley, to rid himself of an obnoxious mothcr-ln-law and tiiat Doris death was ar. outcome of the Intended murder that did not come off a* planned. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE IT was 5 o’clock that Saturday afternoon when Bonnie Dundee eei out from Hillcrest to pay three ca ils in the city of Hamilton. Dick Berkeley, looking pale and ill, was a r ig as the detective’s chauffeur. Dick had wandered forlornly into Dundee’s room just as his guest was gs ting into his topcoat. • Going out, Dundee? . . . You’re lucky! I wish to God I could get avuy from this dump, even for an hr ; r I feel like a prisoner.” • Then I’ll make a trusty of you ar.d order you to drive me into the cit ” Dundee grinned. - hey ret out in the boy’s roadster, with Dick pathetically grateful for the privilege, but strangely silent. Finally, however. Dundee asked him a question which galvan 5 zed his slumped body. “Dick, can you think of any reason why your father should have been willing to install Doris Matthews in a beauty shop of her own?” -Dad?” Dick Echoed incredulously “Don't be an ass, Dundee!” “Doris was a very beautiful and appealing girl.” the detective reminded him. “Your father is in his prime and at what the novelists call ‘the dangerous age.’ Almost every man of that age feels the urge for one more romantic fling.” “Let me tell you this! If Dad could have made such a fool of himself. Doris would have laughed in his face—or slapped it! She was the straightest ’’ He choked, then went on doggedly; "Besides, she ''as In love with Arnold.” “Then do you think your father so feared an'entanglement between you and Doris that, he planned to bribe her to discourage your attention?;?’’ -Bribe lidr!” Dick snorted contemptuously. “She didn’t need to be bribed to discourage my attentions. What the devil put such an Idea into your head anyway?” -Oh. nothing much.” Dundee announced evasively. “Just something she wrote to her sister. Kathryn, in England. She said she knew where she could get as much as or more than she needed to open a shop. He did not add that he had documentary proof that Georg- Ferkeley xva- the “angel” that Doris had referred to. a a it “OHF. didn't mean Dad.” Dick re--13 torted emphatically. “I suppose she meant she could borrow the monev on a business basis . . . “Now look here. Dundee! You'll save time and trouble for yourself If you'll take my word for it that Doris Matthews was straight as a string and good clear through to the marrow of her bones. “Any cock-eyed theory’ of yours that makes her out otherwise is the bunk!” “So Mrs. Lambert and Wickett have told me, to say nothing of Seymour Crosby.” Dundee told him cheerfully. ’’And Gigi is ready to scratch my eyes out if I dare question Doris's integrity. And yet Doris was murdered. Dick, by someone to whom her life was a ace!'Dick stared at the young detective. then slowly his weak face hardened into lines of character. “You’ve put your linger on it, Dundee,” he said strangely. “Doris was killed because she knew something which would have ruined the person who murdered her. Doris couldn't be bribed, she had to die!” . “.Johnson?” Dundee suggested. “Lord, I don't know!” Dick slumped again into a miserable huddle beneath the steering wheel. “If, Johnson isn’t the murderer, his bumbling into the case as a firstclars suspect is the luckiest thing thai ever happened to the fiend that is guilty . . . Well, here’s the city ha’l. Want me to wait for you?” “Please. I shan’t be gone long.” Dundee answered, as he swung his long legs over the door he did not trouble to open. His destination was an office on

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the top floor of the city hall. He opened a door inscribed: Dr. Abel C. Jennings City Chemist and Toxicologist When he emerged ten minutes later he was whistling blithely, for he had secured not only the doctor's promise to analyze Glgi's perfumed handkerchief for traces of poison, but also his promise to keep the job a strict secret. And the doctor was to telephone results on Sunday morning, though it meant he must work half the night, at least. When he returned to the car parked at the curb he found Dick with his head bowed upon the steering wheel and for a moment he thought the boy was asleep. But at the sound of his name Dick’s head jerked up and Dundee saw that he had been crying. “To police headquarters now, Dick,” he said gently. They drove in silence, Dick gnawing at his trembling lips. “Want to come in with me, Dick?” Dundee asked, when the car drew up before the big, ugly building. "No!” the boy retorted with strange violence. Captain Strawn was in hti office on the first floor. Feet on his desk, uniform untidily open at the neck, the chief of the homicide squad was glaring at the telephone when Dundee entered. “Any news, chief?” Strawn growled. “Every nut in the state has phoned in that he’s seen Johnson. But we haven’t got Johnson, if that’s what you mean. As slick a getaway as I ever saw . . . . But what are you doing here? Why ain’t you playing bridge or golf or ping pong with your swell Iriends?” "I prefer to stay at Hillcrest, at least until Monday. Captain Strawn,” Dundee said, without anger, “and for reasons not at all connected with bridge or golf. But if you need me here, naturally I’m at your service.” The chief’s heavy face cleared. He even grinned shamefacedly. “Stay where you are, boy. The Johnson hunt is routine, and I don’t really need you. . . . Trying to run down the old Crosby case to your own satisfaction?” he added interestedly. “Something like that.” Dundee admitted evasively. “Thanks much, chief. And one more thing. If George Berkeley or any one else at Hillcrest telephones to ask if he’s at liberty to leave the ground and go where he pleases. I wish you’d tactfully intimate that the police would much prefer all members of the household, except the help which doesn’t live in, to remain on the estate, at least until Monday morr’nv.” “We’ve got no authority to do that. Dundee,” Strawn objected, frowning. “I can say that's what we'd prefer, but if Berkeley or any one else there want to take issue ’’ “Then will you arrange to have a plains-lothes man with a motorcycle or unmarked car stationed nee’* the crates on the main road, ready to follow anv one who does insist unen leaving? “I’m not including the cook’s assistant. Mrs. Andrews, of course, nor the two gardeners, all of whom live in Hamilton and will have to be permitted to return to their homes at night.” Captain Strawn’s narrowed gray eyes studied the young man for a long minute. Perhaps he was reminding himself of the Rhodes House murders, for whose startling solution was this imaginative and obstinate cub detective was largely responsible. Or he may only have been remembering that Bonnie Dundee was the adored nephew of the police commissioner. At any rate he nodded, at last. "O. K.. Dundee. I’ve got nearly ever\ r man available tied up on the Johnson hunt, but I'll try to arrange it.” “Thanks, chief. By the way, what is Dr. Price's verdict?” “Death by drowning.” Strawn replied. “She was unconscious when the body was rolled into the lake, but she w'ould not have died from the effect of the blow on the head. And his snap judgment was right: death took place between 11 and 12 o'clock last night." a a a DUNDEE'S third call was a visit to the office of the fingerprint expert, Carraway. “Yes,” that busy young man answered Dundee's first question. “The mouthprint on the mirror was made by the dead girl, all right. But—a funny thing: I didn't find any of her fingerprints on the porcelaintopped dressing table below the mirror. “Matter of fact, I didn’t find any fingerprints there except yours and Dick Berkeley’s and you’ve told me that you were playing nurse to the kid this morning when he got sick.” “Yes,” Dundee agreed. “Then the dressing-table and basin had been wiped clean?" “Absolutely clean.” Carraway shrugged. ‘By the way, litre's young Berkeley’s toothbrush I

swiped this morning to get his fingerprints from, as you suggested. "Better smuggle it back into his room before he accuses a maid of stealing it. Wonder if anybody ever stole a used toothbrush?” he ruminated, with a chuckle. But Dundee had more weighty matters to occupy his mind. As he slowly descended the broad, dirty stairs to the first floor of police ' headquarters he was turning Carraway's two bits of information this way and that for all they were worth. “Os course,” he told himself, “Doris, being the tidy and efficient little person she was, undoubtedly wiped off Mrs. Berkeley’s dressingtable and basin with a used towel when she had finished giving the ‘facial.’ “But—how could Doris fall against the mirror without touching the dressing-table? Whether she tripped and fell or was pushed, she must have tried instinctively to steady herself. “Her fingerprints must have been on that dressing-table? And not even the most efficient maid goes about wiping off fingerprints from an otherwise immaculate surface. “The question is—who wiped them off? Answer: the person who pushed Doris Matthews so that her rouged mouth left its print upon the mirror. Second question: "Why didn’t the same person remove the rouge spot from the mirror? . . . Answer: Because he or she was in a great hurry and did not notice the spot; or he or she was more concerned with removing his or her own fingerprints from that porcelain-topped table did not? Answer: Possible, or — of Doris’ presence there. “Why? Because Doris had a right to be there and the maid's attacker did not? Answer: possibly, or — quite probably!” He was so absorbed in his speculations that his physical movements were almost automatic. Otherwise, he mi\t have realized before he reached it that the roadster was empty. Dundee was about to turn away from the car to search nearby cigar and drug stores for his missing chauffeur when he caught sight of a scrap of affixed to the steering wheel by means of a postage stamp. His hand shook as he reached for the note. (To Ba Coniinuedl Your Car May Be Lacquered With Explosives. tty Science Service ATLANTA, April 10.—Is your automobile lacquered with guncotton or smokeless powder? So far as you know, the beautiful, shiny colored coat of your car may once have been a war-time explosive. Before the section on chemical education of the American Chemical Society here today. R. G. Woodbridge of the Du Pont Company told of the conversion of millions of pounds of sumlus powder left over after the war into finishes useful in the arts of peace. The nitrocellulose base of smokeless powder is so close chemically to the new cellulose lacquers that such a conversion is easy and practicable. Woodbridge also told his hearers that if the war had not ended when it did, the 1918 crop of short-staple cotton -would not have sufficed to supply the needs of America and the allies for explosives, and that wood-pulp would have had to be used to supplement it. During the war only the central powers, their cotton supply cut off by the blockade. were forced to use wood pulp in the making of smokeless powder. EXECUTIVE WILL SPEAK Fraternity to Hear Scripps-Howard Official at Dinner. James G. Lewis. Scripps-Howard national advertising executive, and national vice-president of Theta Chi fraternity, will speak at a Founders day dinner of the Indianapolis alumnae chapter of the fraternity tonight at the Columbia club. Claire N. Fis'hell. fraternity traveling secretary, also will speak. About forty members are expected to attend. It is the seventy-fourth anniversary of the fraternity. Emperor Slashes Guest List By I nit( tl I*rc*n TOKIO, Japan, April 10.—More than 4.000 Tokio debutantes will be barred from the cherry blossom garden party to be given by Emperor Hirohito. Invitations to daughters of officials of the lower court ranks were struck from the list. Attendance last year at the party reached nearly 9.000, and it was found necessary to curtail invitations.

THE SON OF TARZAN

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