Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 196, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 December 1930 — Page 11

DEC, 25, 1930

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BEGIN HERE TODAY SELIM is murdered at bridge fr-id >I,ORA & ml r t YDIA CARR, tne fit th* CIOSCt it t/n* time of the murder readme a S2rd Wh L c s sh fhinksTs f"m her lfus--1 yhfrfr. 1* from DEXTER Pr obab lY Nita's lover and &*vnSoii?. r-.'*ckmall; and on RALPH afi? ON P* * n sged to Nita ,1,7, * J* .practically cleaned, and lbl , Sprague. Ralph also fJ >^ II J2 oce , nt ‘ At ’ hc inquest stress Is S>i b X. th ? n P that * N,w Yoric F’ jn?*R S lob. DUNDEE learns from ■i, if. t* f there Is a secret hiding place L r Li“J house, where, he thlnlcs. are vito iL th, v K Y n an<l silencer with which Mta was shot. ■ J tl &'} Tet . ar taken of the dress .Mta is to be cremated. Lydia ays * h f. doesn't know whom Nlta feared. Si* .heU Sprague contrlvcj ;■ * a £, Nita s bed which rings In Lydia s room, and of which ether* may know, hy .5. s v ys she knew Sprague returned to the house after the murder to rcinove his things. At the Selim house. Dundee find* a ™a r d on a pivot. In the guests' closet, which opens on to a shelf between the walls. Any one of six people at the bridge party could have hidden the gun 'here, and removed It when getting the.r who?*’ Any one s!x Peop.o*— but NOW GO ON* WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE < Continued.) A little dashed, Dundee returned to the bedroom. The big lamp was where he had first seen it—about a foot beyond the window nearest the porch, and at the head of the chaise longue which was set between the two west windows, where, according to Lydia, the lamp always stood. The too-long cord lay slackly along the floor near the west wall, and extended to the double outlet on the baseboard behind the bookcase. . t . A slack cord! Down on his hands and knees Dundee went, to peer under the low bottom shelf of the bookcase. . . . Yes! The pronged plug of the lamp cord had been jerked almost out of the baseboard outlet! It was easy to visualize what had happened; The murderer, after firing the shot, involuntarily had taken a step or even several steps backward, until his foot had caught in the loop of electric cord, causing the big lamp to be thrown violently against the wall near which it stood. . But who? Any one of half a dozen people! But—Who? CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO I WAVING ticketed the big bronze * -*• lamp, which he had brought with him from the Selim house, and locked it away in the room devoted to “exhibits for the state,” Bonnie Dundee hurried into Penny’s office, primed with the news of his discovery of the secret hiding place and eager to lay his new theory before the district attorney. “Bill's gone,” Penny interrupted her swift typing to inform him. ‘To Chicago. He had only fifteen minutes to make the 3 o’clock train, after he received a wire saying his mother is not expected to live. “He tried to reach you at the Selim house, but one of Captain Gtrawn’s men said you had left.” “I stopped on my way in to get a bite to eat,” Dundee explained mechanically. “I'd dashed off without any lunch, you know'.” “Did you find the gun and silencer?” Penny asked. “No. Whoever used it Saturday afternoon walked out of the house with it, in plain view of the police, and still has it. .. Very convenient too, in case another murder seems to be expedient—or amusing. “Don't joke!” Penny shuddered. “But what in the world do you mean?” Briefly Dundee told her. “I see,” Penny agreed, her husky voice slow and weighted with horror. She sat in dazed thought for a minute. “That rather brings it home to my crowd—doesn't it? . . . To think that Dod ! “Probably every one at the party -except me—had heard all about Dad’s arrangement for hiding the securities he sent on to New York before hc ran away. . . . And no outsiders—nobody but us—had a legitimate excuse for entering that closet. ... Not even Dexter Sprague. It’s one of his affections not to wear a hat ” “Is it?” Dundee pounced. “You’re sure he wore no hat that afternoon? Did you notice him when he left after I had dismissed you all?” “Yes.” Penny acknowledged honestly. “I paid attention to him, because I was hating him so. I believed then that he was the murderer, and I was furious with you and Captain Strawn for not arresting him. He was the first to leave—just 1 walked straight out; wouldn’t even stop to talk with Janet Raymond, | w’ho was trying to get a word with

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him. I saw him start toward Sheridan road—walking. He has no car, you know.” a tt a “pv HD you observe the others?” Dundee demanded eagerly. “Do you know who went alone to the guest closet?” Penny shook her head. “Everybody was milling around in the hall and I paid no attention. Lois said she would drive me home, and then I went in to ask you to let me stay behind w*ith you ” “I remember. . . . Listen, Penny! I’m going to tell you something else that nobodv knows yet but Sanderson, Lydia r and me. “I don't have to ask ycu to tell any of your friends. You know well enough that anything you learn from either Sandgrson or me is strictly confidential” Penny nodded, her face very white and her brown eyes big with misery. “I have every reason to believe that Nita Selim was a blackmailer, that she came to Hamilton for the express purpose of bleeding some one on whom she had ‘the goods’ from some underworld sources or other. At any rate, Nita banked ten thousand mysterious dollars—ss,ooo on April 28 and $5,000 on May 5. I talked to Drake last night and I have Iris word for it that the money was in bills of varying denomination—none large—when Nita presented it for deposit. “Therefore, it seems clear to me thjt Nita got the money right here in Hamilton; otherwise it would have come to her In the form of checks or drafts or money orders. “And it seems equally clear to me that she pid not bring that large amount of cash from New York with her, or she would have deposited it in a lump sum in the bank immediately after her arrival.” “Yes,” Penny agreed. “But why are you telling me? ... Os course I'm interested ” “Because I want you to tell me the financial status of each of your friends,” Dundee said gently. “I know how hard it is for you ” “You could find out from others, so I might as w*ell tell you,” Penny interrupted, with a weary shrug. “Judge Marshall is well-to-do, and Karen’s father—her mother is dead —settled SIOO,OOO on her when she married. She has complete control of her own money. . . . Tfye Dunlaps are the richest people in Hamilton, and have been for two or three generations Lois was “first family,” but poor when she married Peter, but he’s been giving her an allowance of $20,000 a year for several years—not for running the house, but for her personal use. Clothes, charities, hobbies, like the Little Theater she brought Nita hfere to organize ” “I wouldn't say she spends a great deal of it on dress,” Dundee interrupted with a grin, as a vision of Lois Dunlap’s comfortably dowdy figure rose in his mind. tt a a “T OIS doesn't give a hang how she looks or what any one thinks of her—which probably is one reason she is the best-loved woman in our crowd,” Penny retorted loyally. “Tire Miles’ money is really Flora’s, and sire has the reputation of being one of the shrewdest business ‘men’ in town. When she married Tracey nearly eight years ago, he was just the salesnranager in her father’s business—the biggest dairy in the state. ‘Well, when Flora married Tracey, her father retired and let Tracey run the business for Flora, and he’s still managing it, but Flora is the real head. “Now, let’s see. . . . Oh, yes, the Drakes! . . . Johnny is vice-presi-dent of the Hamilton National bank, as you know, and owns* a big block of the -stock. Carolyn has no money except what Johnny gives her and I rather think he isn’t any too generous—” “They don’t get along very well together, do tlity?” “N-no!” Penny agreed reluctantly. “You see, Johnny Drake simply was not cut out for love and marriage. He's a born ascetic, would have been a monk two or three centuries ago, but he cares as much for Carolyn as he.could for any woman. “The Hammond boys have some inherited money, and Clive has made a big financial success of architecture. . . . Tliat leaves only Janet and Polly, doesn't it? . . . Polly’s an orphan and has barrels of money, and will have barrels more when her aunt, with whom she

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; lives, dies and leaves her the for--1 tune sh 6 has always promised her.’ “And Janet Raymond?” “Janet's father is pretty rich— I owns a big wire fence factory, but ! Janet has only a reasonable allowance,” Penny answered. “As for me—l’m very rich; I get thirty-five whole dollars a week to support myself and mother on.” Dundee remained thoughtfully silent for a long minute. Then: “All you girls are alumnae of For-syte-on-tbe-Hudson. and Nita Selim came here immediately after she had directed a Forsyte play. . . . j Tell me. Penny—were any of the 1 Hamilton girls ever in disgrace , while in the Forsyte school?' Penny's face flamed. “I’m sorry ;to disappoint you, but sc far as I 1 know there was never anything of i the sort. Os course we all gradj uated different years, except Karen | and me, and I might not have heard I—But no!” she denied vehemently. | “There wasn't any scandal on a Hamilton girl ever! I’m sure of it!” But her. Very vehemence convinced Bonnie Dundee that she was not at all sure. . . . He looked at his watch. Four o'clock. ... By this time Nita Selim was nothing more than a little heap of gray ashes. . . . “I’m going out now, Penny, and I shan’t be, back today,” he told the girl who had returned to her typing. “I’ll telephone in about an hour to see if anything has come up. . . . By the way, how do I get to the Dunlap house?” tt a a i “XT’S in the Brentwood section. ! -*• You know—that cluster of hills [around Mirror Lake. Most of the ! crowd hike out there—the Drakes, i the Mileses, the Beales, the Mar- ; shalls. . . The Dunlap house stands on the highest hill of all. It's gray stone, a little like a French chateau. We used to live out there, too, in a Colonian house my mother’s father built, but my father persuaded mother to sell when he went into that Primrose Meadows venture. The Raymonds bought it. . . But why do you want to see Lois?” “Thanks much, Penny. I don’t know what I should do without you,” Dundee said, without answering her question, and reached for his hat. After ten minutes of driving, the last mile of which had circled a smooth silver coin of a lake, Dundee stopped his car* and let his eyes rove appreciatively. He had made this trip the night before to question Lydia', already installed as nurse for the Miles children, but it had been too dark for him to see much of this section consecrated to Hamilton’s socially elect. Georgian “cottage,” Spanish hacienda, Italian villa, Tudor mansion—that was the Miles home; Colonial mansion where Penny had once lived; gray stone chateau. . . Not one of them blatantly new or marked with the dollar sign. Dundee sighed a little enviously as he turned his car into the winding driveway that led up the highest loill to the Dunlap home. Lois Dunlap betrayed no surprise when the butler led Dundee to the flag-stoned upper terrace overlooking Mirror Lake, where she was having tea with her three children and their governess. “How do you do, Mr. Dundee? . . . This is Miss Burden. . . . My three offspring—Peter the third, Eleanor, and Bobby. . . Will you please take the children to the playroom now, Miss Burden? . . . Thank you! ... Tea, Mr. Dundee? Or shall I order you a highball?” “Nothing, thanks,” Dundee answered, grateful for her friendliness, but nonpulsed by it. Now for the first time he felt a sick distaste for the profession he had chosen. “It’s all over,” Lois Dunlap said in a low voice, as the butler retreated. “Lydia made her look very beautiful. ... I thought it would be rather horrible, having to see her, as the poor child requested in her note to Lydia, but I’m glad now I did. “She looked as sweet and young and innocent as she must have been when she first wore the royal blue velvet.’’ “I'm glad,” Dundee said sincerely. Then he leaned toward her across the tea table. “Mrs. Dunlap, will you please tell me just how you persuaded Mrs. Selim to come to Hamilton—so far from Broadway?” “Why, certainly!” Lois Dunlap answered, puzzled. “But it really did not take much persuasion after I showed her some group photographs we had made when we Forsyte girls put on ‘The Beggar’s Opera’ here last October—a benefit performance for the Forsyte alumnae scholarship fund.” With difficulty Dundee controlled his excitement. “May I see those photographs, please?” (To Be Continued)

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