Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 138, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 October 1931 — Page 11

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..MOW HERE TODAY 1, O'” MRS JUPITER, wife of th<* mllan *J rp a,| tf)mobllr manufacturer. eivr* n fnfra?emer.t dinner end dance for .* Sfcre,Brv - MARY HARKNESS. who I s *2 marrv DIRK RUYTHER. blueblodrd voune lawyer Marv receive* a telenhone call from S- r .-* c , aopKrac * brother. EDDIE, savin? 5® *P trouble and muit sec her. The **,*trlctlv guarded against "gnte?w r ®,. because Mrs Jupiter Is wearnS. tflc Jupiter rubles. „.W arranges for Eddie to be admitted secretly. When she Roes upstairs I?., meet him she find* Mrs Jupiter robbed and murdered In her room. •uvf ll? Oirk. she finds him with CORNELIA tabor, his childhood sweetheart. Dirk advises her to keep silent about E u nttl he can locate the box. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE IT was Dirk’s voice—tired, rather, but blessedly his. Mary went weak with joy. "I’ve got word of—the person we were speaking of,” he said. “I'll see you at 3 o'clock. Can you be ready to go with me then?” "Oh, Dirk, of course! Then it’s all right? Everything’s all right?” "I don’t know that,” he hedged, "I haven't talked with him. Eetter not say anything to anybody yet. Well. I’m going home and get some sleep now, and I’ll be around for you at a quarter of 3, sharp. See you then.” The relief Mary had felt at first gave place to anew and more oppressive fear. If he had had good news, or even the hope of it, he would have told her. He had meant to be comforting, but the effect of his words was just the opposite. She really was alarmed now. The telephone rang again. She picked it up wearily. It was another reporter. "Yes,” she told him automatically, "Inspector Kane will see you here at 11 o'clock. Mr. Jupiter will be present also. No, there will be no other interview. Mr. Jupiter is very tired and has been ordered to bed.” "But it’s half-past 10 now,” an outraged voice complained, “and I’m in Hackensack, N. J.!” "Well,” Mary permitetd herself the iare luxury of flippancy, “that’s what you get for it.” She hung up. What a way to talk—she must be getting lightheaded. The phone shrilled again even as she hung up. She walked away and let it ring. Three o’clock. If she could just keep her own counsel until then. Somehow she could not bear to face Mr. Jupiter with the knowledge of what she was holding back. “So far there has been nothing—nothing!” There was something—not much, perhaps, but something. She would feel better when the strain of waiting was over, when Mr. Jupiter knew. She was almost fatalistic about it now. . She knew that sooner or later, someone would interrogate Bessie, if they had not already done so, and that in all probability Bessie would tell frankly about the side door she had left unlocked at Mary’s ’•cquest. She ought to speak to Bessie. But something held her back. Pride, of a sort. She could lie herself, but she could not ask Bessie to lie. Intrigue with a house maid would be humiliating at best. Perhaps Inspector Kane wafc so busy he would forget about Bessie. But as she passed the library door she saw Kane there with Mr. Ju- j piter and the lawyer, talking with a I fourth man who had his back to the door. She recognized with a start that it was Tom, the chauffeur.

TOM was shaking his head with 1 great positiveness. “I'd take my oath on it,” he said, “that it was the same car. Three times it came in and went 'round the circle, in the space of half an hour.” “You'd know it again if you saw it?” “I would. A black body with aluminum trimmings and aluminum hood. Mr. Juyiter called our attention to it, that's why I notice it. A guy was driving it, but I didn’t see his face.” “Nobody in it that I could see.” The detective made a rapid note. “Lorimor. Special body.” The chauffeur nodded. “All right, Tom. You can go.” As an afterthought he called after him, “That maid around, the one that was with you?” Tom disclaimed all knowledge of Bessie with mi indifferent shrug. “Probably sleeping. You want to see her?”

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The faint, accent he placed on the word "her” indicated that in his oplinon this would be a pure waste of time. t "Never mind,” Kane said. “I'll see her presently. You talk to her last night? She say anything to you?” “Dumb as an oyster” Tom shrugged. “She don’t know the time of day.” "All right,” said Kane absently. I'll get around to her after while. Now where are those reporters? Let's get them out of the way.” The group of newspaper men waiting in the dining room, where sleepy-eyed servants had laid a buffet supper at Mr. Jupiter’s order, were ushered into the library next. Mary would have slipped away, but Inspector Kane, spying her as he greeted the men on their entrance, summoned her with a nod. "Come in, will you, please, Miss Harkness. We need a rose among all these thorns." Kane jumped into the middle of his discourse. Evidently he had gone over mast of it with them individually before. "So, as I said before to you boys, I'm convinced the crook who did this was an amateur and a bungler. I haven't changed my mind.” “Bungler!” someone snorted, sarcastically. Kane raised his voice. “Bungler. I said. And why? Because he'll have to take the rap for murder, that’s why. Any jewel thief who knew the A B C of the business could have got those jewels and never left a mark on the old lady.” Remembering the presence of Mr. Jupiter, he lowered his voice somewhat as if to soften what he had to say. "But how did he get in?” somebody asked. ana KANE waved him down. “He got in, didn’t he? We'll get around to that Two Pinkerton men looked over the guests as they came in and there wasn’t a "mug’ in the lot. But they left at midnight. "Nobody was admitted at either door without a ticket. But plenty of windows were open and the French doors in the balllroom were open. If a man could get into the grounds, he could get into the house. "But let’s get on. As I say, Mrs. Jupiter’s feet hurt and she went upstairs to her room on the third floor to give ’em a little rest. That tallies because she had on houseslippers when she was found. “Her maid was downstairs looking after the women guests. The thief either was in a closet, or in the next room, or else he came in after she did. He steps out, throws a gun on her, and tells her to hand over the jewels. But the old lady was game. She wouldn’t give them up.

“Now! How do I know the guy was an amateur? Because first off he grabs her rings and the diamond ti-ayra. “Diamonds are flashy, and any fool knows what they're worth. But rubies,” he broke off to ask, “any of you ever seen the Jupiter necklace?” There was shaking of heads. “Pictures of it,” one man admitted. “Well, then you know It doesn’t look like so much. You’d never think to loolc at it that $500,000 wouldn’t buy it. A cool half a million ! “That’s money, in any language. But just to look at, why, say, my wife's got a string of pearls 1 bought her for Christmas that knocks the spots off it for looks!” “Taking a little graft, Kane?” somebody snickered. Kane overlooked the laillery. tt tt tt NOW, the way I figure it, this guy don’t have any real idea ! of the value of that necklace or he I wouldn't have fooled with the other | stuff. Here’s what he did; he pocketed the diamonds, and made a pass at the necklace. “Now, any crook smart enough to know a ruby from an agate knows I that a valuable string of any kind din't depend on no catch that's gonna come apart with a jerk. A woman can't lose a necklace nowadays. They’ve all got patent ; catches. “This guy was new and he was scared, for when the old lady refused to hand over the necklace it rattled him. He tried to snatch it and she held it up in her hands, I tight. | “He cusses her and she runs to

the balcony and he lets her have it. Now, w’hy would he do that? % “He must have thought the upper floor was deserted or he wouldn’t have been there. And if somebody did hear her scream and came in, what difference would that make? “If he’d been a regular stickup that knew his job, he'd have stood them up against the wall and made a getaway just the same, cool as you please. “No, that guy had a nervous trigger finger. I might go so far as to say he was yellow, clear through. Maybe he monkeyed with the catch and couldn’t open it, as the old lady lay on the floor—we’ll know when we get the finger print man’s report. But the chances are he didn’t, for he didn't have time. "Miss Harkness thinks she didn’t scream, but she isn’t sure. She probably made a sound of some kind. Then it couldn't have been more than a minute before she came in and the man was gone. "When Miss Harkness came in and when shf went out, the lights were on, full and bright. She didn't make a search, naturally, and it’s a good thing she didn’t, for Miss Harkness,” he turned to the girl, “you can take my word for it the murderer was still in that room, all the time you were there!” nan HE watched the girl's white face with obvious relish of the impression he was creating. “The butler answered Mrs. Jupi- ! ter's bell that had just rung a min--1 ute before he met Miss Harkness iat the foot of the stairs. When the ! butler entered the room, it was i dark. He switched on the lights 1 himself.” “I don’t get you, Sergeant,” somebody commented. "Who rang the ' buzzer—Miss Harkness?” “No. He did. The thief did. The push-button that summons the ! servants is right next the light switch. “In trying to turn out the lights to cover his getaway he missed the light switch the first time and rang ! the buzzer by mistake. “We’ve got the story of a chap named Doulton that he went out through the grounds. Matter of fact, he ran into Doulton and nearly knocked ,him down. “He must havec limbed up and come in by the balcony. There’s footprints below. No evidence on the balcony rail or the wall to prove it, but that’s the most likely thing.” “Doulton get a look at him?” Kane looked disgusted. “I regret to say that Mr. Doulton was more than a trifle drunk.” “Any fingerprints?” “None so far. But I’ve got another witness that saw him probably. Saw him plain. Can identify him. But I’ll tell you boys frankly that I don’t think his life would be worth a nickel if I told you who he was.” One of the men—he was the veteran police reporter for the Star—asked slowly, “Saw him before or after the shooting?” Kane hesitated. “Before,” he admitted finally. There was some talk about the exact value of the jewels, a request to photograph the necklace. And in a remarkably short time,- the newspaper men had all left the house. Only the man from the Star hung back, while his photographer went upstairs to “shoot” the necklace. “You know, you sound to me, Inspector, as if you had already made up your mind who did this. Am I right, or wrong? he asked "And if I had,” barked Kane disconcerted, “would I spring it to you guys? What you’ll print anyhow may put him wise till I’ll never be able to lay a finger on him.” “Ah, the old alibi,” chided the Star man. He lowered his voice. “How about telephone calls into the house last night? Have you traced 'em?” (To Be Continued)

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