Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 158, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 November 1932 — Page 25

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begin here today The storv ooens with a prologue In which a murder Is committed by a homicidal maniac- cater he boards a train for Lone Island .thinking of the pleasant week-end he is to have there. The name of the murderer is not disclosed The scene shifts to the Long Island - home of LINDA and TOM AVERILL, married three years and mi-ch In love Linda announces that Inst-vid of three gucs's over the week-end thev sre to have live. The guests will be: COUSIN AMOS PEABODY, elderlv. distant reiathe of * Linda s who was In New York on business and Invited himself to visit the X Averills; CAPTAIN DS VOS. handsome Belgian representing a European perfume manufacturer with whom Avenil hopes to do business: MR. STATLANDER. mlddlewrstcrn manager of the firm Averill works for: MARVIN PRATT, former suitor of Linda's whom she has not seen for several vears: and LIAN BHAUGHNRSSEY, Irish writer on a lecture tour. Cousin Amos arrives first NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWO (Continued) “Linda, my dear, how are you?” The rather pleasantly pink-checked, middle-aged man who had waited correctly on the doorstep outside th unlocked screen door turned Ynd gestured to the chauffeur of a severely impressive limousine. The man brought into the entrance hall a handsome, if somewhat antiquated, .suitcase and one of those prim, two-handled soft bags which seem to have been invented to fit the descriptive name of “Boston bag.” A nod—no more—dismissed the chauffeur and in a moment the fine car slipped silently away from the broad colonial entrance of Wihte Haven. “Just leave your bags here,” urged Linda. “Tom will take them upstairs. He’s gone to the station, but he’ll be back in ten minutes or so.” “Nonsense!” Having bestowed a firm yet emotionless kiss upon Linda's cheek. Cousin Amos now hung a light overcoat over one arm and pinned It there by the crook handle of a neatly folded umbrella, picked up the Boston bag and was preparing to lift the heavier suitcase. “No. child—l need no assistance. You would find this portmanteau difficult, no doubt, but to my stronger arm it is nothing. I believe in keeping myself in fine physical vigor, you know, and though older than your husband in years, I flatter myself that few young men have my robustness. r If you will show me the way, I'll go unstairs to remove traces of the journey.” Linda went ahead, keeping up such conversation as was necessary and inwardly entertained by Cousin Amos’ unswerving trueness to form. He would “remove the traces of the journey.” even though the smooth hour’s run from town had been achieved in the beautiful enclosed car of a commuting banker acquaintance. “Quite an establishment you have here, my dear—quite an establishment!” a tt tt IN spite of his assurance of physical vigor. Cousin Amos had Jstopped at the top of the rounded f staircase, ostensibly to catch the / view through the long windows of a central upper hall. He was breathing a little quickly, but seemed to think that fluent conversation, properly spaced, would conceal the fact. “Now is that— I am sure it is—the Sound I see?” ‘•Yes.” Through Linda’s irreverent mind fitted the ancient chestnu of Long Island vintage. “On the sea!” “Ah!'’ Cousin Amos turned to look out the windows over the stairs, and beheld only blue sky and the tips of trees beyond the gate. ■’* “Oh, the other side of the island —it’s a—a .sort of saying.” Cousin Amos evidently thought her unsuitably flippant, for the slightest indication of a frown

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crossed the baby-smoothness of his unlined face. He stooped to the handle of the suitcase, which he had set down on the top step. “This way—i” Linda threw open the first door down a short hall. “You have a room where you can see the —er—the water.” Cousin Amos took possession. “Very pleasant, my dear. # very pleasant. I’ll open the windows if you don’t mind. Fresh air can hurt nobody—Linda—l always have all I can let into a room, winter or summer.” Linda was pulling up blinds left shut to keep in the cooler early morning air. “This room gets plenty of sun,” she said. “It’s been too hot today to open. tip. Oh. if you don’t m nd. Cousin Amos—,” (as he approached a casement window at the end of the room;, "I’d rather keep that closed. “It gives on the little balcony— It’s really a dcor, you see. The catch at the bottom doesn’t work just right and once it’s open it makes a horrid noise if there’s the slightest breeze and it’s almost impossible to shut it fast again.” Cousin Amos stopped, but his face reflected his disapproval. “You have plenty of air,” said Linda firmly. “The breeze off the water comes in these windows. You can leave your doer open at night if you wish—the door across the hall isn’t right opposite you.” o tt u “nnHERE will be other guests?” Cousin Amos made no promise about the casement window, but his pained look gave way to one of polite interest. “Four others—all men.” "Four! I trust it is convenient for me to—? But I see you and Thomas keep up a large establishment. He must be prospering—prospering mightily.” Linda kept her patience. "We have a good-sized house,” she laughed. “Tom’s uncle left it to him last winter and as his mother lives by herself in a little house down the road, we moved out from town to live here until we sell it. Then, too, Tom, is sales manager of a firm that has connections all over the world and has to entertain people all the time. Instead of sending some of them to hotels we have them here—the firm allows us so much a month. It’s pleasanter for out-of-town guests and it helps us swing the house.” “You—er—swing—” began Cousin Amos with his bland persistence, when the sound of gravel impetuously ground below a motor’s wheels brought a welcome interruption! “There’s Tom!” exclaimed Linda, stifling her relief politely. “And he has two of the guests with him. You’ll excuse me, Cousin Amos? When you are rested, join us downstairs. We’ll have tea on the lawn. Go out the front door, on this side the house—you drove up to what really is the back door. You’ll find us—” “I shall rejoin you later,” answered Cousin Amos, not disposed to hurry. “I do not drink stimulants, as you know—but a glass of cold water-r-it refreshes without taking the appetite.” He consulted the little French clock on the mantel. Jt pointed exactly to 5. “Dinner will not be until a quarter of 8,” announced Linda firmly. She saw horrified disapproval flash into the childlike eyes. The correct mealtime, for a Peabody, was never later than 6:30. “I’m having a few outside guests to dinner, Cousin Amos. We’ll dress after tea. Come down when you’re ready”—andl she flew down the steps, hastily patting her hair into order.

“T INDA!” Tom was calling up \~j and she answered almost at his elbow. “Here—sorry!” Introductions were over quickly but she needed no explairation as to which man was which. At her right, a tall, beautifully erect, slender, yet powerful figure suggested inescapably the European. She could not have analyzed the impression, but she would have known him anywhere for a Continental. Something a little more courtly in his simple greeting . . . his clothes so correct and yet subtly more sophisticated. Yet, as her eyes lifted to his, she met a look of frank friendliness which she would have thought distinctively American. On her left, a shorter, stockier figure . . . not really as short as he seemed by contrast with Tom’s loosely-knit six feet and some inches, and the‘other man’s rather unusual height. A squared-jawed, taciturn individual this, inexpressive and pokerfaced as DeVos was open and charming. “Mr. Statlander!” She smiled gleefully at her own accurate memory, but her air was one of competent hostess-ship. “Tom—will you take Mr. Statlander and Mr. De Vos upstairs?' We’ll have tea on the lawn as scon as it’s convenient for everybody. “Mr. Statlander is next to us, you know, and Mr. De Vos in the end room. Cousin Amos said he would be down soon.” By telepathic matrimonial wireless she flashed her husband the information that Cousin Amos had arrived, was installed and had already been a little difficult. And by return communication, as he started up the stairs, her husband signaled’ back that he would do his best to help her out, that she was looking adorable, and that so far all was well. CHAPTER THREE “T>UT I don’t know,” Linda con--D sided later, in the brief interlude between a somewhat stiff and formal tea and a dinner of fairly large proportions. "I certainly don’t know why, but I feel very qualmish about this week-end!” “Why? Everything seems going fine!” Engaged in some baffling quest which involved much rooting in neat wardrobe drawers, Averill dismissed her perplexity with easygoing masculine abstration. “You can’t expect all these strange johnnies to loosen up and be blood brothers at first meeting. Give ’em time!” “It isn’t exactly that.” Clad in the minimum of chiffon and lace beneath a negligee that was itself a mere breath of turquoise air, Linda pitied from the window seat her husband’s heated efforts to collect his evening regalia. “There’s a—a sort of thunder-storm feeling in the air.” “This heat has got you,” pronounced Thomas, straightening to look at her with proprietary anxiety. “Anything go wrong today? Rosie or Annie acting up.” “Don’t be silly.” And truth to tell, no one could have looked cooler or less worried than she. “The house is running perfectly and you know I wouldn’t let it get my goat if things did go wrong. But —it’s the people. I’ve a sort of feeling—! When Marvin telephoned, did he say he’d make dinner all right?” “He did.” While Linda had welcomed the Irish author, motored over after the neighborhood club meeting. Averill had answered a New York call from the only one of the invited four not yet on deck. “I told him to take Jake’s taxi up—he didn’t want to be met.” “Oh,” said Linda, relieved. "I just heard Jake's taxi—thought it was a car on the road.” A discreet knock interrupted her. Gathering the turquoise mist about her with the air of enveloping herself in a swathing fur wrap, she went to the door, murmured a moment and returned. "Latest report—Mr. Pratt has arrived, Rosie says—is installed in his boudoir and has been told that dinner will be served in half an hour.” She opened her closet door and cocked her head critically. “If Fleur Stoner weren't coming, I’d get another wear out of that pale green lace,” she mused. “But it’ll have to be the flowered chiffon. I hope we don’t dance after or it'll be a wreck!” “If my total costume consisted of two layers of chiffon and a lace handkerchief I could dance all night,” retorted her husband savagely. “When we live in a tropic

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climate, why don’t we dress like sensible South Sea islanders?” \ “Don’t get a blood pressure, darling,” cooed his wife. “You’ve a busy evening before you. Somewhere, somehow, there’s dynamite in this here party! Tommy, I’m all tangled—pull it down gently—that’s a dear! I’ll put your studs in—” tt b EVEN the layer of chiffon seemed to add to the heat and suddenly Linda was not only hot but horribly distressed; so heavily conscious of the weight of air upon her and of some distant hovering as of unheard of thunder that she fell silent and her fingers moved mechanically. “I wish this week-end were over!” she said to herself, and then wondered if she had said it aloud. A glance at Tom reassured her.

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The old darling was giving that irrepressible lock at the exact center of the back of his head a final stiff brushing down and Whistling soundlessly in serene concentration. “I’m ready, angel, and I’m starting,” she said. “I want to slip down the back stairs, into the kitchen a moment. Kiss me, Tom!” He came back from his struggle to peck at her cheek with abstracted affection. ‘All right, Binks?” “Fine!” she answered and managed to put into her words a ring of conviction. But it did not dispel the lurking uneasiness within her. How explosive the elements she had mixed within the house, her prophetic soul lamentably had failed to inform her. Going down the front stairs only a moment later, Tom was first to meet the long-ufiseen former suitor

bending attentively over the lower shelf of a bookcase in the big central room. “You must be Mr. Pratt!” A startled face, with pronouncedly undershot jaw below an irongray pompadour, turned quickly at the words and the man seemed for a second to recoil against the shelves of books, one hand behind him. Inwardly Tom was thinking. “And you must be a darned quick mover —last to come and first downstairs!” He finished the sentence audibly with the warm smile which was among his best assets. r a m RECOVERING from his momentary surprise, the other gripped his hand so firmly that for all his strength Averill almost showed his discomfort.

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to come in. I didn’t know whether you permitted dogs in the house.” “That’s Bunty. Sure, let her in, please. She has the run of this house, all right.” a a tt too rapidly. Marvin Pratt unlatched the long screen door and pushed it slightly ajar. Instantly there was a scuffle of pawa and a black, rather porcine nose, appeared urgently in the crack. With another scramble and push the door was opened wide enough to admit the white, puffing little dog. which came up to Averill wagging apologetically, though with a sharp sidewise glance at the stranger standing by the screen door. (To Be Continued)

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