Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 287, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 April 1930 — Page 28

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BEGIN HERE TODAY From the mommt DETECTIVBi DUNDEE lifts the body of DORIS MATTHEWS, murdered lady's maid, from the lake and lavs h*r In the summerhouse, he knows that the heavy perfume flask, the queer murder weapon, is the chief clue. He knows SEYMOUR CROSBY, engag'd to CLORINDA BERKELEY.has alven the flask to MRS. BERKELEY; that for some unaccountable reason 0101 BERKELEY. 15. was horrified at the gift and wasted as much of the perfume as possible by sprinkjinir it over every one In the drawing room Friday #% But ntf not until Mrs. Berkeley. DICK BERKELEY. Ciorlnda. EUGENE ARNOLD ♦ Doris's fiance*. Sevmour Crosbv. and flnallv. HARVEY JOHNSON. missing valet who had robbed the house, have all been suspected tn turn, does Dundee hit upon a startling new ang.e: that Mrs. Berkeley, and not Doris, was the Intended murder victim. . * For Dundee discovers Mrs. Berkeley Is : a perfume addict. There Is evidence that Crosby hoped for his mother-in-law's early death; abundant suspicion against Crosby in connection with the death of his wife. PHYLLIS fourteen months before, when Doris wa3 her trusted maid and friend. While police, satisfied that Is the murderer, are seeking their man, Dundee asks a chemical analysis of Olgl Berkeley's handkerchief scented with the murder perfume, to see if poison Intended to kill Mrs. Berkeley. If so. Dundee believes Mrs. Berkeley s Would-be-murderer was I? rc cd tokin Doris In self-protection Coming .out of police headquarters. DrtTtd! discovers Dick Berkeley, who has b "n driving him. Is missing from the car and has Mkft ft note for _* cTrtDT NOW GO ON WITH THE PTOEr CHAPTER FORTY Dick Berkeley had written In pencil upon the tom back of an old envelope: “Dundee," the note began, “your •trusty* has broken parole. For God’s sake don’t hunt me down and drag me back. I’ll turn up soon enough, but by then it won’t make much difference where I am. Sorry. Dick.” Dundee stared at the penciled •crawl until the words grew enormous. “Suicide?" he whispered. . . . Fifteen minutes later, In the blue twilight of the late September day, the weary and shaken young detective turned the roadster’s nose toward Hillcrest. Fortunately Dick had left the key in the ignition •witch. He had done all he could, Dundee argued with himself. It would have been foolish to conduct the search personally. The police department had the matter in hand, and could be relied upon to make ■ thorough job of It. And as Strawn had assured him •aliously, those who threaten to commit suicide seldom go through with it. Besides, the alarm had been given so quickly that the desperate boy had not more than fifteen minutes’ start on his small band of uniform- and p jrsuers. Yes, he had done all he could, but it was hard to meet Glgi’s eyes when that übiquitous child sprang upon the running board of the car as it passed between the open gates of Hillcrest. “Hello!” she greeted him blithely. “I’ve been lonesome. The reporters have just left, the last of ’em, I mean. They kept coming and coming, and Abbie gave ’em tea and let ’em take all the pictures they wanted. “She wouldn’t let me be Interviewed. Afraid I’d spill something, I shouldn’t. . . . Where’s Dick? I saw you and him drive off together.” “Dick deserted me,” he said, as lightly as possible. But Gigi was not deceived. She leaned over and stared into his eyes for a moment, then cried reproachfully: “Why didn’t you keep an eye on him, for heaven’s sake? If you hadn’t rushed off without saying goodby I’d have warned you not to let him out of your sight.” “Why?” he asked, startled. “Because all day he’s been bent on getting drunk again," Gigi retorted, as if surprised at his obtuseness. * * V DUNDEE drew a sharp breath. Stopping the car abruptly, he drew Dick’s note of apology from his pocket and passed it to the girL “It’s too dark to read. Hop into the car and I’ll turn the dashlight bn for you." To hold the scap of paper under the weak little bulb she had to crouch close against him, and involuntarily he put his arm about tier shoulders. “Just as I thought! The pig!” Gigi snorted contemptuously when her quick eyes had taken in the •crawled lines. “I suppose it is worse for him than for the rest of us. because he was In love with Doris, or thought he was, but—Oh, Why can’t he be a man!” “You think that’s what the note deans? —that he's merely sneaked off to get drunk?” Dundee asked, as casually as possible. “Os oourse! What did you think? .... O-o-o-oh! I see!” and to Dundee's amazement she laughed. •You thought that this was a sort of cryptlo confession and advance notice that Dick was going to commit suicide! If you kiew Dick as well as I do! “Nobody loves life bet ter than my beloved brother, and noboc’y has less physical courage. A month from now he’ll be crazy about another girl, and —Say, did you sic the police onto him?” she broke off to demand with sudden amazing truculence. “Yes,” Dundee admitted curtly. “Oh, dear! He'll probably be brought home dead drunk in the Black Maria, and what chance will

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we Slave then to keep Dad from knowing all about it?’’ she wailed. “A couple of weeks ago Dad put his foot down hard. Told Dick if he bought so much as one drink of bootleg liquor again he'd disinherit him, and he didn’t mean maybe. Now ” “Dick was drunk last night, and so far I’ve heard nothing about Dick's being kicked out,” Dundee reminded her. “Dad blames himself for that. The liquor was served at his own table, because Abbie insisted on the dinner being ‘correct,’ ” she explained impatiently. “Why couldn't you have believed Dick when he said he'd turn up soon enough? “He could have sneaked in and I could have helped him to bed without any fuss. .. . Detectives with vivid imaginations are an awful nuisance,” she added mournfully. Dundee was to indignant to frame a scathing enough retort, but beneath his ardent desire to spank her was an even more ardent desire to kiss her, in gratitude for the great relief she had given him. For he believed she was right In her Interpretation of Dick’s melodramatic note. And she was. The summons to the library telephone came just as the young detective was about to enter the drawing room at the dinner hour. “Hello! Dundee? . . . Captain Strawn. . . . We’ve got that fine young friend of yours. . . . Yeah. Drunk. More than a little drunk. What had I better do with him? Book him on a charge of drunkenness, so we can keep an eye on him?" a a a DUNDEE chuckled with relief. “Do me a favor, Chief. Have one of the boys escort him to a Turkish bath, boil the booze out of him, and then send him home. “And I’d appreciate it if his escort left him at the gate, to toddle in alone. “I’ll try to keep his family from knowing what he’s been up to—just to preserve the peace, you know.” But the skillful half-lies with which Dundee quieted George Berkeley’s suspicions as to his son’s absence were told for Gigi’s sake, not for Dick Berkelc’s. As soon as possib after the serving of coffee in the drawing room Dundee made his escape. It lay heavy upon his conscience that he had not yet finished transcribing the thick * sheaf "of notes he had made during that long, grueling day. After typing steadily for an hour and a half he had finished his task, with the exception of making a summary of his discoveries leading up to the conclusion, clinched by Gigi’s reluctant admissions, that Mrs. George Berkeley was a perfume addict. Suddenly he sat back and stared at the last two condensed sentences he had typed: “Mrs. B. purchased seven bottles perfume September. Found five empty perfume bottles concealed in Mrs. B.’s clothes closet.” Seven. Five ... Where were those other two bottles? Where, also, were the bottles, once filled with expensive perfume, which Mrs. Berkeley had undoubtedly brought with her from Europe? “Maybe she drank it all before landing and chucked the bottles overboard,” Dundee decided. “Her breath must have reeked with it or her fellow-passenger, Crosby, would not have got wise to her habit. But —those other two bottles? “If she was afraid or ashamed to have chambermaid see the five I found ” He did not finsh the sentence, but drummed scowlingly on the desk. “Gigi knew. Others knew. Why not Dick? And Dick dared not buy bootleg liquor on pain of being disinherited!" He sprang to his feet, overturning the chair. He let it lie and dashed through the bathroom to Dick Berkeley’s bedroom. It took him less than five minutes to find what he was looking for. The boy was not so ingenious at concealing as was his mother. But when his search was finished it had yielded him not two. but four, empty perfume bottles. The tiny, gold-embossed label of Mrs. Berkeley’s favorite department store was pasted on the bottom of two of the expesive flasks, but the other two bore no mark to identify their retail dealer. Obviously cheaper stuff, these last two? Dick had gone shopping for himself! a a a IT was not a surprise or shock at liis discovery which made the young detective sink weakly into his own chair after he had added Dick’s four bottles to Mrs. Berkeley’s five and turned the key of the desk drawer. “It was natural eonugh that Dick, learning somehow —probably in the same way that Gigi had—of his mother's strange vice, should succumb to the temptation of adopting that vice. Curiosity at first, perhaps. At any rate, Dick Berkeley was now a perfume addict It was the startling r.ew vista which that discovery opened to the detecitve which made him dizzy. Dick Berkeley had stolen perfume from his mother at least twice. Last

night Dick had seen his mother receive a gift of at least five ounces of perfume from Seymour Crosby. Half drunk at the time, had Dick tipsily made up his mind to appropriate the new supply before his mother could dispose of it herself? If she missed it, his mother would have good reason to suspect who the thief was and to shield him, as she must have shielded him for his two previous thefts “Well, here I am! And sober, after that damned Turkish bath,” a sulky voice from the bathroom door interrupted the detective’s cognitations. “I hope you’re satisfied!” “Your gratitude is overwhelming, Dick!” Dundee retorted dryly. “Guess I ought to thank you," the pale, haggard young man mumbled. “Captain Strawn said you were pulling the wool over Dad’s eyes. . . But I risked a whale of a lot to get that jag on, and I’ll be darned if I wanted to sweat it out in a Turkish bath.” “If you were in such a funk that you needed to get stewed, why didn’t you play safe and swig a flask of perfume?” Dundee asked coldly. “Too slow, and I can’t stand the thought of the stuff now,” Dick retorted. Then realization swept over his muddled brain. “Say! What the devil are you driving at anyway?” “No use, Dick!” Dundee's voice was like a whiplash. “And I don’t doubt that you can’t stand the thought of perfume—now!” Dick Berkeley did not answer. His pale-brown eyes stared blankly at Dundee for a minute, then his body sagged and slowly crumpled to the floor. There were several questions the detective longed to ask, when the boy, whom he had undressed and put to bed, came to his senses. But Dick Berkeley turned his face to the wall and pretended to be too exhausted, meptally and physically, to speak a word. And perhaps he was, Dundee decided, as he shrugged and turned away. When he himself was ready for bed half an hour later he laid his ea>: to the bathroom keyhole and listened intently. Yes, the boy was asleep and muttering brokenly. Noiselessly Dundee entered his friend’s room and tiptoed to the bed. “Sorry, Doris,” Dick Berkeley was murmuring. “Sorry, darling, didn’t mean ” There was nothing more, and Dundee crept to his own bed, so weary that he was asleep almost before he could jerk out the bedside light. He overslept unpardonably. and was the last to appear for breakfast, which he had just sat down to when Wickett came from the butler’s pantry to inform him: “A Dr. Jennings on the wire for you, sir.” (To Be Continued.) ONTARIO DRIVERS IN CRASH LOSE LICENSE Proposed Law Would Require Posting Bond to Cover Damages. By Scripps-Iloward, Newspaper Alliance. MONTREAL-. April 11.—Motorists from Canada and the United States who for years past have been breaking the traffic laws of the state or province in which they happened to be and have escaped penalties by getting across the line into their own country again will be out of luck if a proposal from Ontario becomes law. George S. Henry, minister of highways in the Ontario legislature, is the author of a law which requires that an Ontario motorist’s license automatically shall be suspended when he is involved in an accident, whether the accident occurs in Ontario, in one of the other provinces or in the United States, until he posts a bond with the registrar of motor licenses there to cover damage liability. This will look after the depredations of the Ontario driver. So far there has been no reciprocal legislation actually enacted but Henry announced that several states were working on the scheme, notably New Jersey and New York. Sunday School Funds Stolen B. v Times Special NOBLESVILLE, Ind., April 11.— Burglars entered homes of Walter Border, Norris Cottingham, Dr. Thomas Neale, Charles Jump. A. R. ‘Haas, Marion Phillips and William Tescher here, either by cutting wire screen on doors or breaking windows. They obtained small amounts of money, watches, silverware, diamonds and some clothing. At tne Border nome tney got about. S3O, which represented the Sunday school collection from the First Methodist Episcopal church, Border being treasurer of the school.

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