Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 294, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 April 1930 — Page 15

APRIL 19, 1930

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN THE Berkeley household had been notified on Sunday afternoon that the inquest into the death of Doris Matthews would be held Monday morning at 10 o’clock in the funeral chapel of the city morgue. When Dundee entered the dining room at 8:30 he found that he was the last to appear for breakD”-* and that every member of the pany was decorously dressed for the coming: solemn occasion. “Hello, sluggard!” Gigi greeted him Joyously, then broke into parodied song: “My Bonnie lies long past the hour, My Bonnie lies long in his bed!” “Gigi!” her mother reproved her. “Just when we were talking of a funeral, too!” She turned explanatorily to Dundee: “George and I have decided to have the funeral here, dear Mr. Dundee. "In the ‘little parlor’—not the servants’ sitting room. Doris was Church of England, wasn’t she, dear Mrs. Lambert? I’m sure our own Episcopalian minister would be delighted to conduct the services, both here and at the cemetery ” “Mrs. Berkeley, Mr. Crosby and I have talked it over and we’d like to take Doris to New York and bury her beside Phyllis. We feel it is what they both would want ” "Oh!” Mrs. Berkeley said uncertainly. Then, in a rather strange voice: “You—won’t be coming back, I suspect?” Mrs. Lambert smiled faintly and shook her silver-white head. “I don’t believe you will need me, now that ” “Os course it was largely because of Clorinda’s marriage to Mr. Crosby that I needed you,” Mrs. Berkeley interrupted eagerly, "and now that she Is going to marry John Maxwell instead ” "I’m glad you admit It at last, mother,” Clorinda cut In quietly. “Oh, I'm going to stop trying to manage other people,” Mrs. Berkeley laughed, flushing brightly. “Your father and I had a long talk last night, children, and your old Abbie is going to settle down and be a model small-town wife and mother.” a tt tt HUSBAND and wife exchanged the first frank, affectionate glance that Dundee had seen pass between them and the yong detective felt a sudden surge of something remotely akin to fondness for the woman he had disliked sc heartily. He looked swiftly toward Gigi. The child’s eyes were downcast and her lips were trembling, but whether from grief at Mrs. Lambert’s imminent departure, or from a painful joy over her mother’s tacitly promised reformation, he could not tell. But when he glanced at Mrs. Lambert he felt no doubt at all as to what had brought the tears to her blue-gray, shadowed eyes. For her eyes were upon Gigi. . . . At 9:45 Dick Berkeley knocked Impatiently upon Dundee’s door. "I’ll be down in five minutes. Dick.” the detective promised. “Wait for me in the car. Have the others gone?” “Everybody’s gone—’including the servants,” Dick told him. “And you’d better make it snappy or we’ll be late.” Carrying a suitcase, Dundee moved swiftly from bedrom to bedroom. collecting white canvas tennis shoes and golf shoes. In one bedroom he paused before a dressing table, picked up a black-and-gold bottle of perfume, removed the stoper and sniffed. There came over his face a ludicrous expression of disappointment. Then he read the label again —Nuit de Joie; he’d had a girl not so long ago who used that scent; he sniffed again, then smiled triumphantly. Very carefully he wrapped the bottle in his handkerchief and deposited it among the shoes. “What are you doing with that suitcase?” Dick demanded. “I thought you were staying here until this murder business was cleared up.” “I am.” Dundee asured him. “I’m just taking some stuff into town to have it—cleaned.” They drove almost In silence, but when Dundee asked the boy to stop at City Hall, Dick commented dryly: “I didn’t know there was a laundry or a cleaners’ shop here, though I suppose the politicians need one for their dirty linen.” Dundee was still smiling at Dick's brave attempt at a joke when he entered the laboratory of Dr. Abel Jennings, city chemist and toxicologist. "Another job for you. Doctor,” he announced, as he opened the suitcase. “You may find it a poser. I want to know if there are any wood alcohol impurities lurking beneeth the nice white polish on any of these shoes, but—particularly this pair.” “Then I’ll analyze the cloth of these shoes first,” Dr. Jennings promisd matter-of-factly. “What's the poser?” "I thought maybe the white shoe polish had queered our chances,” Dundee admitted. “Then one other little thing. Dofctor . . . Look! Can

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you tell me whether this perfume is a mixture of what the label claims it to be and Fleur d’Amour, the scent on that handkerchief I gave you to analyze?” tt u u “Tj'ACH perfume Is composed of XL/ its own essential oils,” the doctor answered. “If there’s any—what d’you call it?—Fleur d’Amour, I’ll be able to tell you.” “When?” “I’ll try to have both reports for you by 5 o’clock,” the doctor answered, then explained in some detail the need for so much time. Dunn returned to Dick's car, without his suitcase. “One more stop, please, Dick, and then for the inquest . . . Meredith’s department store.” It took only five minutes for the detective to purchase a bottle of Nuit de Joie, Identical in appearance with the one he had just left in Dr. Jennings’ office ar and three minutes more to give it into Detective Payne's hand, with explicit instructions. Before Dundee took his place among the witnesses to be called by the coroner, Payne was well on his way to Hillcrest. Coroner Price reproved the two inexcusably late arivals with a fierce frown, which seemed to have no effect upon Detective Dundee’s cheerfulness. The inquest dragged along until past noon, bringing forth no new evidence, for of his own recent discoveries Dundee said nothing. Dr. Price called upon him to tell of the discovery of the body in the lake and of its removal to the summer house, then dismissed him. At 1 o’clock District Attorney Sherwood requested an adjournment of the inquest until Thursday and the coroner readily agreed. “Well! Where do we go from here?” Captain Strawn grinned at his young subordinate, as they lingered in the cleared funeral chapel. “I’ll bet Sherwood would give his new silk topper not to have jumped into this Jonah of a case so cockily. “Did you see the papers this morning? Promised the dear voters he’d have the murderer behind bars within twenty-four hours.” “I’m afraid his prophecy will come true. Chief—though no one will be more surprised than District Attorney Sherwood himself!” “Hey! What's that? Been holding out on me, have you. young feller me lad?” Strawn blustered. “I have got a pot on to boil,” Dundee confessed. “I can’t tell you about it now, for I may be all wrong. But if I’m right—and I think I am—you are now invited to attend a very' private confession party at Hillcrest this afternoon at 6 o’clock. “And in the meantime, w r hat am I supposed to do?” Strawn demanded sarcastically. “I’m only the chief of the homicide squad. What are my orders?” a a a DUNDEE laughed. “I want you to telephone to Hillcrest this afternoon about 4 o’clock and request, very officially, the presence of every member of the family, and of Crosby, Mrs. Lambert and Wickett, in your office. “I’ll come along as a matter of course and to make sure there are no absentees. You can tell them anything you like, hammer away at them with as many questions as you can think up. “I’ll slip away at 5 and telephone you whether the pot’s boiling or not. if it is, I'd like for you to duck out at about 5:40. leaving word with Sergeant Turner to dismiss the crowd ten minutes after you’re gone. “By then you’ll be on your way to Hillcrest, with a ten minutes’ start of the Berkeleys. I’ll be waiting for you and then—with luck — the pot should boil over very promptly.” Probably if Dundee had not staged a confession in the Rhodes house murders in much the same secretive and dramatic fashion, Captain Strawn would not have lent his aid to the program outlined by his subordinate, without knowing what it was all about. As it was, the chief of the homicide squad followed instructions to the letter. At 5 o'clock Dundee left police headquarters for Dr. Jennings’ laboratory. At 5:10 he spoke four cryptic words to Captain Strawn: “TBie pot is boiling.”' In another five minutes he was in a police car, headed toward Hillcrest, his suitcase between his knees. But he was not jubilant. So far as he was concerned, the show was over. With all his heart he wished he could leave the theater before the curtain rose on the third act—that terrible, necessary third act in which a human being, as life-loving as himself, would be crushed before his eyes. But he had to go on with it. With his heart like lead he set his stage. From the center of a dressing table in a bedroom at Hillcrest he removed the black-gold bottle of perfume he had purchased that day and put the original bottle in its place. But that flask had anew label now. In place of the gold seal

bearing the name Nuit de Joie, there was a large plain white sticker. And on the glaring white surface were the words, lettered in black ink by Dundee himself: FLEUR D”AMOUR. On each side of the desecrated perfume bottle he placed the grayish white remains of a tennis oxford—shoes that had been so gleamingly immaculate when he had first seen them—on Saturday morning. Ten minutes later Captain Strawn and Detective Dundee were crouching side by side in a clothes closet, whose door was open just enough for the two men to observe the entrance of the room’s owner and any drama that might take place before that sinister dressing table. There were voices in the hall. Tired people coming up to dress for dinner. Faintly there came the sound of doors opening and closing. And at that the knob they were watching so intently turned quickly under an urgent hand. “Coming!” Strawn whispered hoarsely and his fingers closed hard upon Dundee’s shoulder. (To Be Concluded.) GARY SPEAKER STATE'S BEST Emerson High School Boy Wins at Bedford. I'.v Times Special BEDFORD, Ind., April 19. A gold medal and S4OO was won here Friday night by Sidney Hyman, student in Emerson high school, Gary, when he was adjudged winner in the state oratorical contest sponsored by the Indiana Bar Association. In an essay contest under the same auspices Magaret Massoth, Kokomo high school, won first honors and received a gold medal and S3OO. The contests, given annually by the bar asssociation, are bosed on discussion of Constitutions. James M. Ogden, attorney-egen-eral of Indiana and president of the bar association, presided. Other oratorical winners are: Kathleen Flinn, Wiley high school, Terre Haute, second, $125; George Van Dyke. Union City high school, third. $100: Max Blair, Central senior high school. South Bend, fourth, $75; Jane Howard, Boonville high school, fifth, SSO. and Durhl Conner. Columbus high school, sixth, $25. Other essay contest winners are: Frank Peterson, Montpelier high school, second $125; Virgil Juillcrat, Washington Center high school, Columbia City, third, $100; Lidia Marchetti, Bedford high school, fourth, $75; Virginia Lemon. Madison high school, fifth, SSO, and Katherine Messner, Madison township high school, Salamonia, sixth, $25. ROME HOMES BLESSED Holy Saturday Ceremony Carried Out With Great Pomp. Bu Vnitec Press ROME, April 19.—The lengthy ceremony used in the Catholic church on Holy Saturday morning was carried out with great pomp and solemnity today in St. Peter's, St. John Lateran and other principal churches of Rome. The city is full of tourists, the great majority being Americans. From midday on, hundreds of priests visited the houses and flats of the city to bless them, according to an old tradition.

Freed by Fur GARY, Ind., April 19.—An expensive fur coat is believed largely responsible for William Palmeteer’s freedom. Palmeteer was arraigned in city court on charges brought by his former wife Anna that he failed to support their child. He was to pay $7 a week, she claimed, but had made no payments for six months. Palmeteer said he had not had regular work since November, and that, by doing odd jobs, was earning barely enough to keep himself alive. Special Judge Samuel P. Moise looked at the woman’s expensive fur coat and then at the defendant’s worn clothes. “Do you want tills man to go to jail?” the judge asked the woman. “Yes, your honor,” she answered quickly. “Then the verdict is ‘not guilty,”’ the court announced.

THE SON OF TARZAN

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