Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 211, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 January 1931 — Page 7

JAN. 12, 1931.

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN Suddenly, and with a cry that startled Penny, Dundee made anew name with the little wooden let-; ters. . . . Now he knew the answers to both “How?” and “Who?’ m m m “f FAIL to see any necessity tor 1 all this secrecy and hocuspocus,” District Attorney Sanderson protested irritably. “Why the devil don’t you come clean and give us the lowdown—if you have ltl—on this miserable business, Instead of high-handedly summoning Captain Strawn to my office, so that you can give orders to us both?” Before Dundee could answer, Captain Strawn came to his assistance. “I worked with this boy for pretty near a year, Bill, and never yet did he fall to make good when he said he had a pot on to boll. “If he says it will boil over this evening, provided we help him, boil over it will, or I don’t know Bonnie Dundee!” Sanderson scowled, but capitulated. “All right. What do you want?” “Thanks, chief! And thanks, captain!” Dundee cried, with heartfelt gratitude. “First, I u r ant to be excused from attending the adjourned inquests into the two murders, scheduled for 3 o’clock today.” "O. K.” Sanderson agreed shortly. “Second, after about an hour of routine stuff, I wish you’d ask for another adjournment until tomorrow, on the plea that important developments are expected today.” “O. K. again!” * “Third, I’d like you personally to request the appearance of every person connected in any way with each of the murders, in your office this afternoon at 4 o'clock—so the whole bunch will be kept together and have no chance to go to their homes or anywhere else until I am ready for them. “You can say that, owing to the Illness of your mother during the Investigations, you want to question everyone personally.” “Do you want all the servants brought here, too?” Sanderson asked. "None but Lydia Carr,” Dundee answered. “After about an hour’s inocuous questioning, please invite them to accompany you to the geltm house. For that”—and he grinned—“is where the pot Is scheduled to boil over. I’d like everybody to be there by 5:15.” “Where do I come In?” Captain Strewn demanded, almost Jealously. “Now that you are no longer looking for a New York gunman, I suppose you have plenty of plalndothesmen at your disposal?” Dundee asked, and instantljr was sorry he had reminded his former chief of the collapse of his cherished and satisfying theory. “Plenty,” Strawn answered, gruffly. “How many will you need?” h an “•pNOUGH to keep every person H/ on Mr. Sanderson's invitation list under strictest observation until—the pot bolls over,” Dundee replied. “When do you want them to get on the Job?” “As soon as they can do so, after you get back to your office.” “Are they to follow the whole gang clear out to the Selim house?” “Most decidedly! After the unwilling guests are safely within the house, your boys must guard the premises so that no one leaves without permission.” “That’s all as good as done,” Strawn assured him. “Now—about them Inquiries you asked me to make yesterday of the secretary of the American Legion.” He drew a scrap of paper from his breast pocket. “I find that John Drake, Peter Dunlap and Clive Hammond were all in service, in the —th division, w'hich was held up late in January, 1918, for nearly two weeks in Hoboken, before the war department could get transports to send ’em to France. “Miles, who enlisted the day war was declared, was wounded and shipped home late in 1917. He was discharged as unfit for further service —spinal operation from a New Jersey base hospital on Jan. 12. 1918. “Furthermore, Judge Marshall was in New York the whole winter of 1917-TB, attached to the Red Cross in some legal capacity. He donated his services and—” , “All that doesn’t matter now, Captain, but thanks Just the St xje,” Dundee interrupted. “Now if you will both excuse me, I’ve got a lot

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of work to do before 5 o’clock today!” Dundee had not exaggerated, i That Monday was one of the busiest} days he had ever spent in all the twenty-seven years of his life. He began rather strangely, by visiting j half a dozen of Hamilton's hard- j ware stores, exhibiting a peculiar instrument and making annoying inquiries as to when and to whom it had been sold. But at his sixth port of call success so completely rewarded his efforts that he was Jubilant when he bade the mystified proprietor good day, a signed statement reposing in his wallet. Two other calls—both in office buildings—took up only an hour of his time, and a taxicab delivered him at police headquarters Just as the factory whistles were sirening the news that it was 12 o'clock. He was lucky enough to find the fingerprint expert, Carraway, In his cubbyhole of an office, his desk almost crowded out by Immense filing cabinets. Five minutes later Dundee sat at that desk, photographs of Dexter Sprague's dead body, just as it had been discovered on the floor of the trophy room in the Miles home, and a labeled set of fingerprints spread out before him. “You’re sure there can have been no mistake?” he asked. “No chance that these fingerprint photographs were reversed when the prints were made?” “Not a chance—with my system!” Carraway retorted positively. “Fine!” Dundee cried. “May I take these photographs? . . . You have copies, I presume?” m it a a IT was 2:30 when Dundee, after a much-needed lunch, parked his car in the driveway of one of the most splendid houses overlooking Mirror Lake—a home whose master and mistress now were attending an inquest into two murders. . . . Half an hour later he climbed into his roadster again, his head spinning. “Did I say ingenious?” he marveled. . . . He drove directly to the Selim house, for he had much to do before the arrival of Sanderson’s compulsory guests at 5:15. His first visit there was to a small room in the basement—a dark cubbyhole next to the coalroom. He had locked It carefully after exploring it the day before, for he had taken no chance on leaving unguarded—as he had found it—treasure worth more to him than its weight in gold. And queer treasure it was that he extracted now—a coiled length of electric wire, which he and Ralph Hammond had measured the day before, with a triumphant excitement; a box of thumb tacks, many of them surprisingly bent at the point; an augur with a set of bits of varying sizes, a step-ladder, and a hammer. If Dexter Sprague had not overestimated the amount of electric wire needed for the job of installing an alarm bell between Nita’s bedroom and Lydia's. Dundee was about to close the tool chest when his eyes fell upon a piece of hardware he had not expected ever to find, although he had known of its existence for more than an hour. At 5:15 he was entirely ready for D. A. Sanderson, Captain Strawn, and their party of indignant and unwilling guests. “Oh, Mr. Dundee!" Carolyn Drake squealed. “You’re not going to make us play that awful ‘death hand’ again, are you?” They were all crowding about him—the men and women who had been Nita Selim's guests at her last bridge and cocktail party. . . . “Not only are the bridge tables exactly where they were at this time on the evening of May 24,” Dundee answered so significantly that all stopped chattering to listen, “but everything else in the house is precisely as it was then. “Fortunately, not even the electricity has been cut off! But to make sure I have forgotten nothing, I wish you would all follow me into Mrs. Selim's bedroom and look for yourselves.” Like sheep, they crowded Into the little foyer and on into the bedroom. There stood the big bronze lamp, set squarely in front of the window frame and in a direct line with the musical powder box on dead Nita’s dressing table. an a AT 5:25 Penny Crain, Karen Marshall, Carolyn Drake and

Flora Miles, who had been requisitioned by Dundee to play the part of the murdered woman, were seated at table No. 2. and behind Karen's chair stood Lois Dunlap. Clive Hammond and his new wife again were together in the solarium. But there Du.' ce’a restaging of the original scene in the tragic drama ended. Every one else, including Lydia Carr and Peter Dunlap, was huddled together in a far corner of the living room. “Now, Mr. Miles!” Dundee called. “Your cuel Never mind the comedy about ‘How’s Tricks’? Simply go into the dining room, with Mrs. Dunlap, to mix cocktails. “You'll find all the ingredients still on the sideboard, exactly as they were when Mrs. Selim sent you to mix drinks on May 24. “And Mrs. Miles, will you, pretending that you are Nita Selim, go to powder your face at Mrs. Selim's dressing table?” Her face white and drawn, Flora Miles stumbled from the room, just as her husband, dumb for once with rage, entered the dining room with Lois Dunlap. Dundee was about to follow the latter when an interruption occurred. Followed by a plainclothesman. a middle-aged man entered the living room- _ Tall, broed-shouldered, determined, he strode to the bridge table, his handsome head upflung, his brown eyes fixed upon the widened brown eves of Penny Crain! “Dad!” the girl breathed; then, Joyously: “Oh, Dad! You’ve come home!” J3ut Dundee halted the reconciliation with a stern word of command. “Please join the group in the comer, Mr. Crain!” Regardless of the ensuing hubbub, Dundee strode Into the dining room, where Tracey Miles stood at the sideboard, pouring whisky from an almost empty decanter into a small glass. “May I drink the Scotch Tracey has poured for me, Mr. Dundee?” Mrs. Dunlap asked shakily, leaning against the big round table. “Yes, but Silence, please!” he cried, as there came the first faint, tinkling notes of Juanita, from Nita’s musical powder box, penetrating the thin wall between the bedroom and dining room. “As I have said,” the detective spoke loudly and clearly above the tinkle of music, “everything is now exactly as it was when Nita Selim was murdered! Permit me to show you all how that murder was accomplished!” A chair at the bridge table was overturned. Louis Dunlap almost choked on her drink of Scotch. Women screamed. In a few seconds every person in the living room, including the district attorney and Strawn, was huddled In the wide opening into dining room, their eyes fixed in horror upon Bonnie Dundee. He spoke again, his voice very clear, but slow and weighted with a dreadful significance: “Mrs. Dunlap, step on the bell beneath the dining table!” Lois Dunlap dropped the empty whisky glass, her pleasant face going blank with amazement. “Step on that bell, Mrs. Dunlap—just as you did before!” (To Be Continued)

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