Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 185, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 December 1930 — Page 26

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Murder AI Pri Ice kj. ANNE AUSTIN "the black pigeon* ■) gfr 7 "TUE AVENGING '

BEGIN HERE TODAY TUAHITA SELIM 1* murd-fd at Yrldze. Replaying the ' death hand ' *as*a suspicion on nearly a'.l of her euesu and her maid DUNDEE, special imestlzator. Is left In the house with Lvdia. the maid. Bfter his examination of the Ruests. In Nita s desk he finds from her checkbook that .she paid no rent to her landlord, JUDGE MARSHALL that she deposited *IO.OOO since the came. Indicating blackmail, and that she paid LYDJA *4O a week After flndlnz her will, 1n an envelope sealed and then reopened, he asks the maid why she did not tell him tha* It . '‘ss Nita who burned her face so horribly Lvdia admits that Nita was trvlnz to ro...mtt suicide with carbolic acid, on Fb 9. over a man. and when Lvdia tried *o ston her. threw the acid in her face. Lvdia •■.wears she did not hold a grudge She tries to prove she loved Nita. who made every effort to make up for the accident, by showing Dundee present she gave Nita, One of these is a huge bronze lamp. The bulb Is broken, and Dundee thinks that the murderer bumned into It. fleeme toward 'he bark hall. Thev are interrupted b-’ the sound of a car and the ringing of the bell. NOW GO ON WITH THY STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE *ll ELLO. Dundee! Awfully glad li T caught you before you left,” n, blithe, familiar voice called as the detective opened the front door. 'ls poor Lydia still here?” “Come in, Mr. Miles,” Dundee invited, searching with a puzzled frown the round, blond face of Tracey Miles. “Yes, Lydia is still here. . . Why?” “Then I'm in luck, and I think Lydia is, too—poor old girl' . . . You see, Dundee .” Miles began to explain, as he took of! his new straw hat to mop his perspiring forehead, “the crowd all ganged up when our various cars reached Sheridan road, and by unanimous vote we elected to drive over to the Country Club for a meal in One of the small private dining rooms —to escape the questions of the morbidly curious, you know—” Yes, What about it?” Dundee interrupted impatiently. “Well, I admit we were all pretty hungry, in spite of-vvell, of course we were all fond of Nita, but—” Tracey Miles blundered on, his blithe voice taking on the hush suitable to a house in which death had so recently occurred “What about Lydia?” Dundee cut him short. “I’m getting to it, old boy,” Miles protested, with the injured air of an unappreciated small boy. “While we were waiting for our food, somebody sa,id, ‘Poor Lydia! What’s going to become of her?” And somebody else said that it was harder on her—Nita's death, I mean—than on anybody else, because Nita was all she had in the world, and then Lois—Lois is always practical, you know'—ran away to telephone police headquarters to see w r hat had been done with Lydia, and to see if it. would all right for Flora, and me to take her home with us—” “Just a. minute. Miles! Whom did Mrs. Dunlap talk to at headquarters?” a a " W HY. Captain Strawn, of ▼ ▼course. He told Lois that you were still out here, questioning Lydia. again and that it was all right with him. So as soon as I had finished eating, I drove over ” Is Mrs. Miles with you?” Dundee interrupted again. “Well, no,” Miles admitted uncomfortably. ' “You see, the girls felt a little squeamLsh about coming back, even on an errand of mercy—” Dundee grinned. He had no doubt that Flora Miles emphatically had refused the possibility of another gruelling interview. “Why do you and Mrs. Miles want to take Lydia home with you?” he asked • “To give her a home and job,” Miles answered promptly. “She knows us. we re used to her poor old scarred face, and the youngsters Tam and Betty, are not a bit afraid of her. “In fact. Betty pats that scarred cheek and says over and over, ‘Poo Lyddy! Poo Lyddy! Betty ‘oves .Lyddy!* and Tam—he’s T. A. Miles Jr., you know, and we call him Tam, •from the initials, because he hates being called Junior and two Traceys are a nuisance ” “I gather that you want to hire Lydia as a nurse for the children?” Dundee interrupted the fond father's verbose explanations. “Right, old man! You see, our nurse left us yesterday ” - “Wait here. Miles. I’ll speak to .Lydia. She's in Mrs. Selim's bedroom. . . . By. the way. Miles, since you and your wife are kind enough ’to want to take Lydia in and give her a home and a job, I think it only right to tell you it is highly improbable that Lydia Carr will take any job at all.” “You mean ?” Miles gasped.

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his ruddy face turning pale. “I say, Dundee, it’s absurd to think for a minute that good old faithful Lydia had a thing to do with Nita's murder ” “I rather think you're right, about that, Miles,” Dundee interrupted. “Now will you excuse me?” He found Lydia where he had left her—in her dead mistress' bedroom. The tall, gaunt woman was crouching beside the chaise longue, her arms outstretched to encircle a little pile of gifts she claimed to have given Nita Selim to prove that she bore no grudge for the terrible injury her mistress had done her. At Dundee’s entrance she flung up her head. Taking his seat on the chaise longue, Dundee explained gently but briefly the offer which Tracey Miles had just made. “They want —me?” she gasped, brokenly, incredulously, and her fingers faltered to her horrible cheek. I didn’t think anybody but my poor girl would have me around——” “It is true they want you,” Dundee assured her. “But you don’t have to take a job now unless you wish. Lydia.” “What do you mean?” the maid demanded harshly, her good eye hardening with suspicion. a a a LYDIA “ the young detective began slowly, and almost praying that he was doing the right thing, “when I woke you up tonight to question you, I said that Nita herself had just told me that it was she who had burned your face. . . . And yon asked me if she had also given you a message—” “Yes, sir!” the maid interrupted with pitiful eagerness. “And you’ll tell me now? Yon don't still think I killed her, do you?” “No, I don’t think you killed your mistress, Lydia, but I think, if you would, you could help me find out who did,” Dundee assured her gravely. “No, wait!” and he drew from his pocket the envelope inscribed: “To Be Opened in Case of My Death—Juanita Leigh Selim.” “Do you recognize this handwriting, Lydia?” “It was wrote by her own hand,” the maid answered, her voice husky with tears. “Is that the message, sir?” “You never saw it before?” Dimdee asked sharply. “No, no! I didn’t know my poor girl was thinking about death,” Lydia moaned. “I thought she was happy here. She was tickled to pieces over being taken up by all them society people, and on the go day and night—” “Lydia, this is Mrs. Selim's last will and testament,” Dundee interrupted, withdrawing the sheets slowly and unfolding them. “It was written yesterday, and it begins: “‘Knowing that any of us may die any time, and that I, Juanita Leigh Selim, have good cause to fear that my own life hangs by a thread that may break any min- “ What did my poor girl mean?” Lydia Carr cried out vehemently, “She wasn’t sick, ever ” “I think, Lydia, that she feared exactly what happened today—murder! And I want you to tell me who it was she feared. For I believe you know!” The woman shrank from him. For a long minute she did not attempt to answer. “I—don’U—know,” she said dully. Then, with vehement emphasis: “I don’t know! If I did I’ll kill him with my own hands!” Dundee had no choice but to take her word. There was no use, either, in torturing this woman now with his earlier conviction: That Nita Selim had lived in terror of Lydia Carr’s smoldering hatred for the injury she had done her. BUB ”Y’OU said there was a message * for me,” Lydia reminded him. “This is the ‘message,’” Dundee said quietly, lifting the sheets again: “I am herewith setting down my last will and testament, in my own handwriting. “I do here and now solemnly will and bequeath to my faithful and beloved maid, Lydia Carr, all property, including all moneys, stocks and personal belongings of which I die possessed.’” “To—me?” Lydia whispered. “To me?” “To you, Lydia,” Dundee assured her gravely, watching her intently. ‘Then I can haw all her pretty clothes to keep always.” “And her money, to do as you like with, if the court accepts this

will for probate—as I think it will, regardless of the fact that it is very informal and was not witnessed.” didn’t have any money,” Lyda protested. “Nothing but what Mrs. Dunlap paid her in advance for the work she was going to do ” , “Lydia, your mistress died possessed of nearly $10,000! Ten thousand dollars! All of which she got right here in Hamilton! And I want you to tell me where she got it!” “But—l don't know! I don’t believe she had it!” Dundee shrugged. Either this woman wo”ld perjure her soul to protect her mistress’ name from scandal or she really knew nothing. “That is all of the will itself, Lydia,” he went on finally, “except her command that her body be cremated without funeral services of any kind, and that nobody be allowed to accompany the remains to the crematory except yourself and Mrs. Peter Dunlap, in case her death take : place in Hamilton—” “She did love Mrs. Dunlap,” Lydia sobbed. “Oh, my poor little girl—” “And there is also a note for you, which I took the liberty of reading, in which Mrs. Selim minutely describes the clothes in which she wishes to be cremated, as well as the fashion in which her hair is to be dressed—’’ “Let me see it!” Lydia lunged forward on her knees and snatched at the papers he held. “For God’s sake, let me see!” (To Be Continued) CORONER WINS SUIT FROM JUDGE LAHR Keever Is Victor in $95 Medical Service Case by Default. By default, Corqner Charles 11. Keever, Thursday was awarded a Judgment of $95 against Frank J. Lahr, juvenile court judge, for personal medical services rendered last year. Keever in his suit in municipal court of Thomas E. Garvin had asked for more than SIOO in fees and interest. Lahr made no appearance to contest the suit today. KEEP CONVICTS WITH NO MEANS OF SUPPORT Michigan Prison Inmates Must Be Assured of Jobs Before Release, By United Press LANSING, Mich., Dec. 12.—Inmates of Michigan prisons who are eligible for parole will have to be assured of employment before they are released, Richard W. Nebel, parole commissioner said today. There will be no flooding* of already crowded bread lines through wholesale release of prisoners who have no means of support or likelihood of obtaining work, Nebel said.

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