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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE AT 9 o’clock that Sunday night, Dundee descended to the library. put in a call to the laboratory of Dr. Abel Jennings, city chemist and toxicologist, and received the report that wood alcohol Impurities had been found in the specimen of perfumed earth from the summerhouse flooring. “Wen, there’s your case, Dundee,” Dr. Jennings concluded cheerfully. “And all I have to do is to prove It,” Dundee retorted. “Thanks to certain interference, that will be an almost impossible task.” He lost no time, however, in setting to work. “Wiekett, I’m going to bother you again,” he said to the butler whom he found at work in his pantry. “You’d like some dinner, I expect, str,” the butler suggested. “Not now. LBter, if you’ll be so kind, I’d like you to bring a plate of sandwiches and a large thermos bottle of strong black coffee to me in the tower room. I'm going to be working there seyeral hours. "It is the only place I know of where I can be sure of absolute privacy ... By the way, there’s a key to the door at the bottom of the stairs, isn't there?” “Yes, sir,” Wiekett assured him, removing the key from a large ring. “The key to the room itself is in the door.” “Thanks. Wiekett. Maybe two locked doors will keep Gigi out . . . Now, Wiekett. I’ve been told that it Ls your job to fill the lighter fountains and that commercial wood alcohol is used.” “Yes, sir,” Wiekett agreed, with faint surprise, but apparently no fear. “Where do you keep your supply of wood alcohol? Has any one access to it except yourself?” “No one but myself, sir,” Wiekett answered promptly. “I keep it locked away in my pantry here and the keys never are out of my possession. sir.” “Good! Mr. Berkeley told you to use wood alcohol instead of benzine, I suppose?” “Yes, sir. Either fluid works in the lighters, but Mr. Berkeley asked me to use wood alcohol, because of the black, sooty smoke and the odor of benzine.” “Right. Wiekett! When did you last fill up the fountains?” “Friday morning, sir. None of them was completely empty, but I filled every fountain in the house, sir. There are six. all told: one in the drawing room, one in the library’, one in Mrs. Berkeley’s sit-ting-room, one in the guest room which Mr. Crosby has now, one in Mr. Berkeley’s room and one in Mr. Dick’s.” a tt tt DUNDEE considered for a moment. then made a sudden decision. “Wiekett, would it be possible for you to collect all these fountains without being observed?” “The family is in the drawingroom now, sir,” Wiekett demurred. - “That fountain is not important. But please get all the others, bring them here and measure the amount of wood alcohol remaining in every one of them. As soon as you have finished, report the results to me In the tower room.” "Very well, sir.” “Just a minute, Wiekett.” Dundee detained him. “Please send Ppggy Harper and Della. Blinn to me here. You need not come in with them, however.” When the two maids, looking very tired and frightened, entered the butler's pantry, the detective hastened to reassure them. “I’ll keep you only a minute, girls, and I’m not going to accuse either of you of murdering Doris Matthew’s. But I want to ask you a question and I want you both to think hard before answering it: While cleaning bathrooms and hand-basins yesterday and today, either downstairs or upstairs, has either of you noticed the odor of perfume about a drain pipe?” The girls looked at. each other blankly, then shook their heads decidedly In the negative. “Would you have noticed such an Odor if perfume had been poured down a drain pipe?” Dundee persisted. “I'm sure I would sir. since there’s been so much talk about perfume, or. account of poor Doris being hit on the head with a bottle of it,” Della answered. “But I didn’t smell any perfume at all. yesterday or today. That is. in the bathrooms. All the clothes closets smell of perfume, because Miss Gigi sprinkled it on everybody before Doris was hit with the bottle. But I haven’t smelled any at all anywhere else.” “Mrs. Berkeley uses violet bath Balts, hut she hasn't even used any of them since Doris was killed.” “I don’t clean upstairs—just this ; floor, but I didn’t smell any per- i fume in the lavatory dowrn here,” Peggy assured him. “Then will you take particular notice tomorrow morning—both of you—and report to me if there is such an odor from a drain pipe?” Dundee asked, with his friendliest smile, reinforced by a $5 bill for each of the girls. “And don’t mention to any one—not even District Attorney Sherwood or Captain

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Strawn —that we’ve had this little talk.” “A slim chance, but one that I couldn’t afford to overlook.” he said to himself as he left the butler's pantry and turned toward the draw-ing-room. mum FIVE minutes later he accompanied George Berkeley to the library and closed the door. “Please forgive me, Mr. Berkeley, for calling you away from your bridge game,” he began, “but. there is a question I must ask you.” “I thought the district attorney had taken over the case,” George Berkeley retorted stiffily. “It is Mr. Sherwood's privilege to investigate any case for his own office, but he can not ssk the police to abandon their own lines of inquiry,” Dundee explained courteously. He paused, groping for words with which to frame a question, so that it would indicate the possession of knowledge which he did not possess at all. “Mr. Berkeley, when you went upstairs about 10:30 Friday night, to—say good-night to Gigi and possibly console her, did you see or encounter any one at all on the second floor?” The multimillionaire fell into the trap. “I saw no one on my way to my daughter’s room, but when I was leaving it I saw Wiekett emerging from my wife’s sitting room.” Dundee concealed his exultation. Not by the flicker of an eyelid must he betray to George Berkeley that not until this moment had he known of the visit to Gigi's room. The trap had been laid upon the flimsiest of foundations —merely a long-delayed recollection of the fact that when he—Dundee —had returned to the drawing-room Friday night after his telephone call to police headquarters, Berkeley was not in the room and did not return until just before Clorinda Berkeley announced her intention of going up to bed. “That was when Wiekett took the perfume flask to Mrs. Berkeley’s room,” he said casually. * “I believe so,” Mr. Berkeley answered coldly. “Though I did not know at the time what his errand was.” Dundee tried another shot in the dark. “When you went on into your wife’s rooms yourself, did you notice the perfume flask?” "I w’ent no farther than the sit-ting-room,” Berkeley answered. Again the trap had spring. “I was there only live or six minutes, possibly less time.” “What was your errand to your wife’s sitting-room, Mr. Berkeley?” Dundee asked quietly. His host’s stern, handsome face flushed darkly, but he answered: “I w’as using my wife’s telephone. I wanted to make a call ar.d her telephone was the nearest. I tried to reach my lawyer, but there was no answer.” tt a m FOR the third time, but very confidently now, Bonnie Dundee pretended knowledge he did not possess. “That call to your lawyer was a direct result of your few minutes’ talk with Gigi, was it not, Mr. Berkeley?” The millionaire shrugged and the flush on his face deepened. “I am not surprised that Gigi has tattled. She has a very loose tongue. “But I can assure you that I was not following her hysterical suggestion. I was not about to consult my lawyer in his professional capacity, but as a friend. He has a daughter of Gigi’s age. whom he has enrolled in a junior college in the east. “After my talk with Gigi, I suddenly made up my mind to send her to this college, instead of permitting her to remain at home this winter as her mother had planned. Mrs. Berkeley’s idea was that Gigi should be groomed for society by Mrs. Lambert. I wished to ask my lawyer's opinion of the college, for a girl of Gigi’s temperament.” “I see,” Dundee nodded. “I thank you very much, Mr. Berkeley . . . You saw no one when you left Mrs. Berkeley’s sitting room?” “No one at all. It is likely that Doris went to Mrs. Berkeley’s rooms soon after I left, to lay out my wife's things for the night, but I did not see her in the hall as I was returning to the drawingroom.” “One thing more, Mr. Berkeley. I understand that you had agreed to finance a beauty parlor venture for Doris.” "That is quite correct,” the millionaire agreed coldly. “In fact I began a letter to my lawyer Friday before dinner, but I was too upset over another matter to finish it. “When Doris told me of her engagement to Arnold, she also confided her ambition to open a beauty shop. I reminded her that capital would be required. I admired the girl for her very’ evident good qualities and particularly for her attitude toward my son.” “I determined to help her financially. on a strictly business basis, of course. I am a silent partner in a number of small ventures in Hamilton, all of them handled through my lawyer and I believe I

should not lose money if I put it into a beauty shop. “I might add that Doris had accepted the idea gratefully, on the condition that her fiance did not object to my being her silent partner.” Dundee heard him through without interruption. “I am sorry Doris did not live to benefit by your kindness, Mr. Berkeley.” “So am I ... If you’ll pardon me, I’ll get back to my bridge game,” Berkeley answered stiffily. Half an hour later Wiekett was admitted to the tower room. He came bearing a tray of sandwiches and coffee, as well as information which seemed to puzzle him exceedingly. “I have checked the contents of the fountains, sir,” he said, depositing his tray as far from the parrot’s cage as the length of the table allowed. “Here are the figures, sir. And I can’t understand them at all. “Mr. Berkeley’s fountain was full and less than an ounce of the wood alcohol had been removed from any of the others, except Mrs. Berkeley’s. “I can swear I filled It full on Friday, sir, but I found less than two ounces on it and it holds five.” “That’s our secret, Wiekett,” Dundee warned him. When the butler had left, the detective locked the door at the foot of the stairs, returned to the tower room and locked its door, then addressed his parrot: “I’m afraid you’re in for a long session, ‘my dear Watson’!” (To Be Continued) POULTRY BRONCHITIS GERM IS ISOLATED Deadly Disease Responsible Each Year For Huge Lots. Bv Science Service CHAMPAIGN, 111., April 17.—The germ of poultry bronchitis, a deadly disease which takes the lives of thousands of birds and costs the poultry fattening plants thousands of dollars each year, has been discovered by Dr. Robert Graham and his associates in the University of Illinois college of agriculture here. The deadly bronchitis is the most costly enemy of the thousands of poultry fattening plants of the corn belt which supply fattened fowls for the dinner tables of the east. As high as 500 birds have been lost from this disease in a single night, and one poultry feeding plant owner reported a loss of $15,000 last year. Yet the heavy fatalities alone do not include the total financial loss; to this must be added the reduced profits of a lower quality dressed fowl, because poultry plant owners have been forced to shorten the feeding period by half in order to avoid the high death rate. IRON MAKING IMPROVED New Method Devised to Replace Old Man-Powered Puddling. Bv Science Service WASHINGTON, April 17.—The man-powered puddling process of making wrought iron—the method used almost exclusively for the past hundred years of producing this tough, rust-resisting metal —now is giving way to the ingenuity of man and machine. Dr. James Aston, of the Carnegie Institute of Technology, Pittsburgh, has found a way to make wrought iron in large quantities with machinery and his method is being applied commercially in the manufacture of pipe, the United States bureau of standards announces. Institutes Abandoned Bv Timex Special ANDERSON, Ind., April 17. Monthly institutes for city school teachers will be discontinued next year and the term made nine days longer, the city board of school trustee has voted. Extension of the term will make up the loss in time and salaries teachers will experience by discontinuing the institutes. The board decided to make no changes in the salary schedule for next year after studying schedules of teachers in seventeen Indiana cities which showed the salaries paid here are about the same as in other cities of the same size. Father and Son Killed Bv Tim, Special ANDERSON, Ind.. April 17. Coroner Earl Sells is conducting an inquest into a tragedy which cost the lives of Floyd Keesling, 27, and his 2-year-old son, Von Samuel Keesling. The father was carrying the child in his arms when run down by an automobile driven by Herschell Ratcliff. Newcastle. The infant w T as killed outright. The father lived four days. Ratcliff blames glaring headlights of another automobile for his failure to see Keesling.

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