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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX BONNIE DUNDEE! cheerfully had endured a good deal of kidding from his uncle, Police Commissioner O’Brien, and from his chief, Captain Strawn, because of his use of a parrot as a "Watson,” when he felt the need of an audience for his summing up of a case. "I’ve tried talking aloud to myself, but I feel foolish. Cap’n is an ideal audience, for while he sometimes laughs at me, he can’t waste ‘ my time by arguing or telling me I’m a fool,” he answered them. Now, after five hours of sleep, to clear his brain of all speculations and conclusions—worthless now, in the light of his new discoveries—he sat with the parrot’s cage before ■ him, his thick sheaf of typewritten notes ready for ref rence. He had been bilking steadily for ten minutes, telling the parrot just how and when Doris Matthews had died. And Cap’n had listened, head cocked inquiringly, beady eye bright with interest—or so Dundee Chose to believe. "Now', ‘my dear Watson,’ that is • the crime which you and I must try to solve,” he summed up. “But behind that crime lies another, Urtiich did not come off. "Our primary problem, therefore, Eto find the person who plotted rs. Berkeley's death by wood alcohol poisoning, but who was forced, by fear, to murder Doris Matthew’s instead. Is that clear?” “Perfume!” Cap’n croaked suddenly, proud of the new addition to his vocabulary. “Exactly!” Dundee grinned. “Some bne transferred more than two ounces of deadly w’ood alcohol from the lighter fountain in Mrs. Berkeley’s sitting room, to the flask of Fleur d’Amour which Seymour Crosby presented to his hostess Friday evening. And was caught in the act by Doris Matthew’s.” “Perfume!” Cap’n repeated and flapped his wings excitedly. “Exactly—again!” his master applauded. “Where is the perfume which Mrs. Berkeley’s would-be murderer removed from the flask to make way for the wood alcohol? "Gigi had wasted about an ounce of the Fleur d’Amour. Mrs. Berkeley knew just how much was left in the bottle, for she took the flask from Gigi herself. “Therefore, the would-be murderer had to remove about two and a half ounces of perfume before putting that amount of wood alcohol ' into the bottle. a a a *\TOW, it is not at aU likely that IN the surplus perfume was poured down the drain pipe of Mrs. Berkeley’s bathroom basin, for the very good reason that Mrs, Berkeley would have been almost sure to smell it when she came up to bed. Therefore it seems logical to suppose that the surplus perfume was poured into another bottle —and what more logical than a perfume bottle to hold perfume? “Mrs. Berkeley’s would-be murderer probably counted on several days elapsing before the victim drank the Fleur d’Amour. since she had another new bottle of perfume on hand, as the plotter could have seen by glancing at her dressingtable —or could have known already. “Now —why the choice of Fleur d’Amour instead of the new bottle of department store perfume? To incriminate Crosby, provided the would-be* murderer was not Crosby himself? Or because the Fleur d’Amour had come from abroad? You see, my dear Watson, if the wood alcohol causing Mrs. Berkeley’s death were traced to perfume she had drunk, it would be much safer for the poisoner if the perfume had come from France, rather Ithan from a local department store. “If my reasoning is correct so far. the would-be poisoner expected to have ample leisure in which to dispose of that incriminating surplus of Fleur d’Amour before Mrs. Berkeley’s death. “But consider the problem w’hich confronted the poisoner when he—or she—but let’s say ‘he’ for the sake of convenience—was caught in the act by Doris Matthews. "We know there was a struggle, that Doris was pushed so violently against the bathroom mirror that the smudged print of her rouged mouth was left—as one of our few clues to what took place. “Then what happens? Doris succeeds in wresting the flask of poisoned perfume from the wouldbe murderer, flees with it—not taking time to get her coat or the key to the back door. “Her goal is the summerhouse, where she believes she will find her fiance, Arnold, waiting for her. “But the poisoner knows Arnold is not there, that he is driving the Benjamin Smiths home. So he pursues Doris. “But he dees not leave behind him, in Mrs. Berkeley’s bathroom, the bottle containing the surplus Fleur d’Amour. And he does not take it with him when he follows Doris to the summerhouse. If he had, he would have cast It into the lake, along with the fragments- of the crystal flask. Those fragments have been fitted together. Captain Strawn tells me. and they form one complete crystal flask. No

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other bottle was found on the bottom of the lake. “Therefore he stopped long enough on his way out of the house in pursuit of Doris, to put the bottle away—most probably in his own room.” a a a DUNDEE paused for a long minute, frowning. Then he cried triumphantly: “Os course, ‘Watson!’ What an Idiot I’ve been! Shoes: No wonder we couldn’t smell Fleur d’Amour when we sniffed at the shoes we knew had been worn Friday night! “The poisoner was behind Doris. She fled first, and the poisoner had ample opportunity to observe how silent her flight was—in her rub-ber-soled, rubber-heeled shoes. Not even when she ran down the uncarpeted backstairs did she make any noise. “But in ordinary shoes the poisoner could not hope to be so noiseless. He stopped and changed to shoes as silent as the girl’s. It would have taken less than a minute and undoubtedly the poisoner knew, either from Doris herself or from deduction, what she meant to do. “Doris w’ould not find Arnold In the summerhouse, but she would wait, for a short time at least, expecting him to arrive any minute. Oh, yes, the poisoner had time to change his shoes —and he did!” He was silent again for so long that Cap’n turned rapidly about on his perch three times, then croaked “Good night! Good night!” “Good night? Why, I’ve just begun,” Dundee reproached the bird. “Let’s see now, where we stand. Noiseless shoes . . • Bedroom slippers, or—tennis shoes? “But I’ve stooped and snooped and sniffed in every clothes closet in the house and I’ve not caught a single whiff of Fleur d’Amour, except from Clorinda’s gold slippers. “Let’s follow the murderers back to the house from the summer house, after his ghastly work there had been done. It is almost certain that the perfume splashed upon his shoes when the bottle broke. “Os course it splashed upon his clothes, too, but that didn’t matter, since Gigi had helpfully anointed **ery one with perfume earlier in th* evening. But perfume on soft sheflp . . . Now, how could he remove it most successfully? ... By washing the shoes Not so good. Perfume is devilish persistent stuff.” Very earnestly he stared into the parrot’s beady eye, then suddenly he smote the table with triumphant fist, “Tennis shoes—white shoe polish!” he cried. “Easy and quick. Freshly polished tennis shoes would cause no comment . . . Well, that’s that, unless I’ve been barking up the wrong tree . . . Now, let’s see what we know about this would-be poisoner. “1. He knows that Mrs. Berkeley is a perfume addict. “2. He knows that Mrs. Berkeley has a lighter fountain filled with wood alcohol in her sitting room. “3. He has what seems to him good cause to wish Mrs. Berkeley dead. “4. He knew Arnold could not meet Doris in the summerhouse; therefore he must have been present when Mrs. Berkeley ordered the car. “5. He was someone to whose appeal for mercy Doris Matthews, a kind-hearted girl, must have turned a deaf ear. Otherwise her murder would not have been necessary.” man HE was silent again, passing all possible suspects in review, putting them, one by one, to the best of his fifth conclusion. Finally he spoke aloud again, very solemnly: “So far as we know. Cap’n, there were only two people in this house whom Doris could possibly have hated—judging from her letter to her sister and from all the evidence we have in hand. “Those two people were Mrs. Berkeley and Seymour Crosby—provided it was Seymour Crosby whom Doris knew or suspected to be responsible, directly or indirectly, for Phyllis Crosby’s death. Let us say she only suspected, until she saw him plotting the death of another woman. Her suspicion would have become a certainty then. She would have shown no mercy. If she had come upon any one else than her beloved ’Miss Phyllis’ killer, preparing to poison a woman she disliked, • >uld she not have been easy to n. ? e with protestations of repentance and promises not to repeat the attempt? ... I think so. Ido not indeed think so, if I am any judge at. all of Doris Matthews’ character!” Disconcertingly, the parrot chuckled throatily. “Oh, I shan’t go half-cocked, If that’s what you mean by your ribald laughter,” Dundee retorted. “I’m going to consider every single possibility. “But before I forgot! Doris’ murderer returned to his room and polished his tennis shoes, to cover up the perfume. But there was another problem confronting him: What to do with his bottle of Fleur d’Amour?”

He brooded for several minutes, while the parrot droped sleepily on his perch. What would he do? When at last the answer came he uttered so sharp a cry of triumph that the bird protested with one of the oaths he had learned from his mischievous old mistress, Mrs. Emma Hogarth. It was nearly 1 o’clock when Dundee concluded his long monologue to the parrot and covered the long-suffering bird’s cage. Weary but trimphant, he unlocked the tower room, descended the steep stairs to the third floor, unlocked that door and was about to step down into the hall when he found that the door was pushing against something soft but unyielding. “Gigi!” he whispered angrily. And then he saw that she was asleep, a woolly bathrobe wrapped about her gay silk pajamas, her curly brown head sunk upon her knees. He stooped and gathered her up into his arms. She grunted, sighed, then the topaz eyes flew wide. “I thought you’d never come out, Bonfte,” she murmured. Then anger routed sleep. “I’ve been waiting here to tell you what a cad I think you are! Tricking Daddy into admitting that he came to my room Friday night that I—l told him ” She hesitated, obviously not sure just how much Dundee knew. “That you told him you hated your mother and wanted him to divorce her?” Dundee finished the sentence for her, so confidently that she stumbled into the trap. “I didn't mean it,” Gigi whimpered. “I was just so awfully sore at Abbie because she slapped me ... I guess he told you what else I said?” “No, Gigi, but you’re going to tell me now 7 ,” Dundee said gently, holding her small body close against his heart. “And in exchange I’m going to tell you that you’re hot to worry any more—your father did not try to poison your mother, then kill poor Doris to keep her from telling.’’ (To Be Continued)

STUDENTS TYPE TO JAZZ TUNE Use Music at Boston U. to Acquire Rhythm. Bit United Press BOSTON, April 18.—Almost any day, if you stand within earshot of Boston university college of practical arts and letters, you may hear a strange staccato rhythm, a novel interpretation of a currently popular tune. Investigation will show that the Weird melody, as fascinating as the dot-dash-dot of a telegraph instrument, emanates from what probably is the country's only typewriter orchestra. Miss Elizabeth Carvell, Instructor, inaugurated the plan recently “to demonstrate the elasticity of the method of using rhythm in typing.” While a phonograph plays, for example, “Parade of the Wooden Soldiers,” or some other tune that lends itself to touch system interpretation. the fourteen “musicians” sit in orchestral formation and tap out an obligato. “It may not necessarily speed up the words per minute,” Miss Carvell explains, “but it gives a uniformity to the work which otherwise often is lacking.” MANY FAIL TO LIST DOGS FOR TAXATION Six Hundred Center Township Owners Are Facing Delinquency. Six hundred residents of Center township who have failed to list dogs for spring taxation have until April 30 to escape delinquency, Frank J. Brattain Center township assessor, announced today. At the same time, Brattain said deputy assessors making the annual survey of taxable property were called into session Wednesday for final instruction in an effort to collect all assessment blanks before May 15, final date. Trees Planted at Parks More than 140,000 seedling conifers, grown at the state tree nursery at the Clark county state forest, have been planted in state parks, it was announced today by Director Richard Lieber of the state conservation department.

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