Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 182, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 December 1930 — Page 11

DEC. 9, 1930.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY JUANITA SELIM 1* murdered et bridge. Tlie rrplaving ol the "death hand" show* that, the following had opportunity for murder CLIVE HAMMOND and POLtv BEALLE. together in ’he solariufn; FLORA MILES in Nita s closet, reading a note sent to Nita whleh she thinks is from her husband: LYDTA. the maid, who .:ays she was asleep and did not hear LOtS DUNLAP. *vho was in the dining Toom with TRACEY MILES, ring for her: JUDGE MARSHALL and JOHN DRAKE, who < me in separately and were noticed bv no one. DEXTER SPRAGUE, who savs he came from the bus and wen* dlreettv Into the dining-room with JANET RAYMOND Sprague explains the note to Nit*, and savs h- knew- Nita in New > ork. and that she wrote him suggesting ne try to get the contract for a Hamilton movie. Dundee tells the group that a gun with a silencer was used. To bis surprise he learns that Marshall had such a gun. tf-a* the whole group used It In target practice, and that Nita was the last to use It. The gun is now missing, and Dundee learns that eterv one of the guests had opportunity to steal It. CAROLYN DRAKE says . ,-* l , l * must have taken It. tole it Irom her and killed her Dun dee apparently ignores this theorv and asks Marshall where he knew Nita before she came to Hamilton NOW GO ON WITH THE STOKT CHAPTER EIGHTEEN “V ou arf> damned impertinent, 1 sir!” Judge Marshall shouted, the ends of his waxed mustache trembling with anger. •'Then I take it that you do not wish to divulge the circumstances of your friendship with Mrs. Selim?” Dundee asked deferentially. •‘Friendship!” the old man morted. ‘‘Your implications, sir, are dastardly! I met Mrs. Selim, or rather, Nita Leigh, as she was introduced to me, only once, several years ago when I was in New York. Naturally ” "Just a moment. Judge. You say .she was introduced to you as Nita Leigh. Then you knew her as an actress, I presume?” "I refuse to submit to such a cowardly attack, sir!” “Attack, Judge?” Dundee repeated with assumed astonishment. “I merely thought you might be able to shed a little light on the past of the woman who has been murdered here today, with a weapon you admit to having owned . , . However ” The elderly ex-judge stared at his tormentor for a moment as if murder was In his heart. He gasped t wice, then suddenly his whole manner changed “I apologize, Dundee. You must realize how— But that is beside the point. I met Nita Leigh at—er—-at social gathering, arranged by fome New- York friends of mine. - ‘‘She was young, attractive, more refined than—er—than the average young woman in musical comedy. Naturally, I told her if she was ever in Hamilton to look me up. And she did.” “And because she was ‘more refined than the average young woman in musical comedy’—than the average chorus girl, to put it simply,” Dundee took him up, “you cooperated with Mrs. Dunlap to introduce her to your most intimate friends—including your wife?” a tt a Hugo! Why didn't you tell U me?” Karen Marshall wailed. • You see, sir. what you are doing!” Judge Marshall stormed. “I am truly sorry if I have distressed you, Mrs. Marshall.” Dundee protested sincerely. “But—” He shrugged and turned again to the husband: "I understand you were Mrs. Selim’s landlord. . . . May I a; k how much rent she paid?” “The house rents for SIOO a month—furnished.” “And did Mrs. Selim pay her rent promptly?” Dundee persisted. “Since this is the 24th of May sir, Mrs. Selim's rent for June was not yet due.” Not before poor little Karen could Dundee force himself to ask what, inevitably, would have been his next question—one which could not have been evaded, as the ex-judge had evaded the other two questions: “Is it not true, Judg Marshall, that Nita Ligh Selim paid you no rent at all?” But there were other ways to find out , ~' “Look here, Dundee!" a brusque voice challenged, and the detective v hirld to face Polly Beale. It was like her, he thought with a slight grin, to address him as one man to another “Yes. Miss Beale?'• I'm no fool, and I don’t think any of mv friends here arc either though two or three of them have acted like it today,” the masculinelooking girl stated flatly. You’ve made it very plain that any one of us here, except the Sprague man. could have stolen Hugos gun and silencer. . . . Has the gun been found? - ’ “It has not. Miss Beale.”

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! “O- K!” The queer girl snapped her fingers. “I move that you or Captain Strawn search the men for the weapon, and that I search the women. . . . Wait!” she commanded harshly to a flurry of feminine protests. “I’ll ask you, Dundee, to search me first yourself. I believe the technical term is ‘frisking,’ isn’t it? | . . . Then ‘frisk’ me. . . . Here is my handbag. I wore no coat, except this —” and she pointed to the jacket of her tweed suit. As she strode toward the detective, Clive Hammond sprang after her with an oath and a sharp com- : mand. “Shut up, Clive! I’m not married | to you yet!” she retorted, but her eyes were gentlei; than her vice. His face burning with embarrassment, Dundee went through the traditional gestures of police “frisking”—running his hands rapidly down the girl's tall, sturdy body, slapping her pockets. And his fin- ; gers fumbled sadly as he opened I her tooled leather handbag. “Satisfied?” Polly Beale dcI manded, and at Dundee’s miserable j nod. the girl faced her friends: “Well, come along, girls!” “Lord! What a girl!” Dundee muttered to Strawn, as the young Aamzon herded Flora Miles, Penny Crain. Carolyn Drake, Lois Dunlap and Janet Raymond into the dining room. a a tt SILENTLY, and almost meekly, as if ashamed into submission by Polly Beale’s example, John Drake, Tracey Miles, Clive Hammond, Judge Marshall and Dexter Sprague permitted Caintain Strawn and Sergeant Turner to “frisk” them. “How about the guest closet and j the cars?” Dundee asked of Strawn in a low voice when the fruitless, i unpleasant task was finished, j “Gone over with a fine tooth I comb long ago.” Strawn assured j him gloomily. “And not a hiding | place in or outside the house that the boys haven’t poked into—includ- ; ing the meadow as far as any one i could throw from the bedroom win- | dows.” The women were filing back into the room, some pale, some fished, but all able to look each other in the eye again. With surprising jauntiness Polly Beale saluted Dundee. “Nothing more deadly on any of us than Flora’s triple-deck compact.” “I thank you with all my heart, Miss Beale,” Dundee said sincerely. 1 “And now I think you may all go i to your homes. ... Os course you ! understand,” he interrupted a i chorus of relieved ejaculations, I “that all of you will be wanted for i the inquest, which probably will be held Monday.” “And what’s more,” Captain Strawn cut In, to show his authority, “I want all of you to hold yourselves ready for further questioning at any time.” There was a for coats i and hats, a rush for cars as if the I house were on fire, or—Dundee reflected wryly—as if those he had tortuned were afraid he would change his mind. Rushing away with hatred of him in their hearts. Only Penny Crain held "back, maneuvering for a chance to speak j with him. “I don’t have to go with the rest, do I?” she begged in a husky whisper. “And why not?” Dundee grinned j at' her. “I’m ‘attached’ to the district at- ; torney’s office, too, aren't I?” “Right! And you've been a brick ; this evening. I don’t know what I should have done without you—” “Well, I can’t see that you’ve done much with me,” she gibed. “But i I'd like to stick around, if you’re j going to ido some real Sherlock- : ing ” “Can’t be done. Penny. I want i to stay here alone for awhile and | mull things over. But I’d like to have a long talk with you tomorrow’.” “Come to Sunday dinner. Mother loves murder mysteries,” she suggested. Then realization swept over her. Her brown eyes widened, filled with terror. “Stop thinking one of us did it! Stop, I tell you?” “Can you stop, Penny?” he asked gently. tt e tt BUT she fled from him, sobbing wildly for the first time that | long, horrible evening. Dundee, watching from the doorway of the lighted hall, saw the chauffeur open j the rear door of the Dunlap limousine, saw Penny catapult herself

1 into Lois Dunlaps outstretched arms. . . . “When did the Dunlap chauffeur call for his mistress?” he asked : Strawn, who stood beside him. “About ten minutes after you arj rived,” Strawn answered wearily, j “Said he'd dropped Mrs. Dunlap and the Selim woman at about 2:30 and had been ordered to return around 6:30. . . . Knows nothing, of course.” The chief of the homicide squad drew a deep breath. “Well, Bonnie, he has nothing on me. In spite of all the palaver I don’t know nothing either.” “You need some dinner, chief,” Dundee suggested. “And the boys must be getting hungry, too.” “Somebody’s got to guard” the house, I suppose,” Strawn gloomed. “Not that it will do any good. . . . And what about that maid—that Carr woman? Shall I lock her up on general prinicples?” “No. I want to have another talk with her, and if she bucks at spending the night here, I’ll take her to the Rhodes house, and turn her over to my old friend. Mother Rhodes. We haven't anything on her, you know.” “No, nor on anybody else, except that old fool, Marshall, and w r e can’t clap him into jail—yet,” Strawn agreed, his gray eyes winking. “Take your crew on in, chief.” Dundee urged. “I’ll stick till midnight or longer, if you don’t mind. You can arrange to have a couple of the boys relieve me about 12. . . . “And, by the w r ay, will you telephone me the minute you get hold of Ralph Hammond?” “Well, maybe not so quick as all that,” Strawn drawied. “I’ll take the first crack at that baby, my lad! Not so dumb, am I, Bonnieboy? Not so dumb! I can put two and two together as well as the next one—pretty near as well as the district attorney’s new ‘special investigator.’ ’’ (To Be Continued) KING WARNS AGAINST WILD RABBIT DISEASE Careful Handling of Game Is Urged by State Health Director. Dr. William F. King, state health director, today dispatched bulletins to local health authorities regarding reappearance in Indiana of tularemia, a disease contracted from wild rabbits. Four cases were reported from Dearborn county last week, Dr. King declared. The bulletin advocates careful handling of rabbits and use of rubber gloves W'hen there is cause to suspect the rabbit is diseased. Cooking kills the germs, and the disease is not contracted by eating. BEE KEEPERS TO MEET Leslie to Be Among Speakers at Convention of Apiarists. Governor Harry G. Leslie will be one of the principal speakers at the tw r enty-first annual Indiana Beekeepers’ Association convention in the house of representatives at the statehouse Thursday and Friday. Charles O. Yost, association secretary and chief of apiary inspection in the office of State Entomologist Frank N. Wallace, is in charge of the program. Wallace is one of the speakers and will point to the millions of dollars made annually through beekeeping in Indiana and the importance of maintaining the quality for which the state is noted.

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TARZAN AND THE LOST EMPIRE

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—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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