Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 166, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 November 1932 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Th Ntory opens with a prologue In which murder is eommltted by * homleldel maniac. Later he boards a train for Long 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 Utand home of LINDA and TOM AVERILL, married three years and mueh in lose. The Averin* have five guests tot the week-end: COUSIN AMOS PEABODY, elderly, distant relative of Linda's; CAPTAIN DE VOS, handsome Belgian representing a European perfume manufacturer with whom Averlil hopes to do business; MR. STATLANDER. middlewestern manager of the Arm Averlil w-orka for; MARVIN PRATT, former aultor of Linde*, and LIAN SHAUGHNESSEY, Irish writer on a lecture tour. Cousin Amos Immediately makes trouble. He uuarrels with Shaughnesrey because the Irishman holds liberal poittlviews, plays golf with Statlander and Infuriates him by criticising his game; dscusses prohbltlon with De Vos at the Country Club and declares De Vos is no gentleman." It Anally is agreed that Cousin Amos " to leave early the next morning. NOW GO O.N WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINE (Continued) “Who's missing?’’ Tom asked Linda as she flung her light wrap over the door of the little blue roadster. “Mr. Statlander’s here—l’ll take him,’’ she answered. “Marvin’s coming. He met someone he knew just as we were leaving. That leaves Mr. De Vbs and Mr. Shaughnessey—” “Here I am, Madame!” The Belgian's voice at her elbow. He threw away his cigaret and made her an elaborate bow. Tom looked at him, then motioned him to the rear seat of the ’larger car. “Think Shaughnessey tould have gone home?” “I don’t know,” Linda was frankly perplexed. “He went of! with Ella. Haven’t seen him all evening. ‘‘A few couples still are out on the pier. You might look—Oh, here come the Mondells. El, where’s our literary light?” In the glare of the headlights, her neighbor's face was frankly astonished. “Mr. Shaughnessey? I’m sure I don’t know! I haven't seen him for hours. I thought he went back to You, Linda.” CHAPTER TEN WHAT could have become of Shaughnessey? Linda frowned. “No, he hasn't been with us,” she said. “We thought you had him.” Ella Mondell turned uncertainly a nek it was at that moment that Tom, looking intently toward the thinning row of cars, shouted: “That must be he! Oh—Shaughnessey!’’ A high border of fir trees marked the edge of the club line. At the extreme end a dark figure barely could he seen. . The figure turned at the hail, paused a moment, waved a negligent hand and strolled tow-ard them. “Twas lost entirely I was! Sure, to me every car of the lot looks like another.” “You were going the wrong way for mast of them,” said Tom dryly. "Hop in—in front, Shaughnessey. We're all here now.” The Irishman muttered something which Linda did not catch. Evidently he was on the verge of being quarrelsome, loquacious, or plaintive, according to what circumstances suggested. At the wheel of her own little car she waited for the other to lead off. Without giving too apparent assistance, Tom was steadying Shaughnessey’s climb into place and, as that broad back was presented to her, Linda saw that it was amazingly dusty and covered with the fine brown needles which the fii trees so liberally shed.

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i Over toward their house, those balsams grew. The path from her back door to the club was thick with them. No cushions had eased that comfort-loving back, if he had chosen the pine grove as a retreat. She wondered more than ever what dainty chiffon or soft, summery crepe had shared his company —or what group of couples. Just then the sedan started with a jerk. Tom evidently was no more pleased than she with the behavior of their guests. ana T INDA had chosen Mr. Statlander as her companion partly to help make up for her unfortunate error at the dinner table the night before. His glum silences had proved difficult for her ever since he had arrived, but after the discovery of their mutual fondness for dancing perhaps he would be a little more responsive. As the little car stalled after the larger one, Statlander began to shoot at her an astonishing series of questions. “Your little boy did not come up today to see you, did he, Mrs. Averill?” “No. The old dog was a great pet of his and we didn’t want to tell him about her. It would have been hard, with guests in the house, and he not even staying home so we could lead up gently. “Mr. Averill telephoned his mother and asked her to keep Bingo there all day.” “From the presence of some toys In the closet of the room I occupy, I thought perhaps I had turned him out to make room for me.” “Oh, heavens, no! I’m sorry about the toys—Rosie shall move them in the morning. No, Bingo and Nanna sleep across the hall from you.” “That is the room I’ve heafd you speak of as the nursery? It faces the water?” “Yes. We’re not using it this week-end —the ceiling and walls were ruined by water*' from an overflowing tub upstairs. That’s why we had to put Mr. Shaughnessey in the garage." ‘Oh, then that is the room which opens on the small white porch over the central front of the house?” Linda wondered at such persistent interest in the architecture of White Haven. “Yes.” it u a “npHAT little balcony connects A also with a room on the other side? I’ve observed it from the front lawn.’’ “One of the guest rooms—yes.” “Where Mr. Peabody is?” “Yes.” “I presume the servants’ quarters are upstairs?” “Yes—over the center of the house.” • “You also have rooms in the garage—may I ask ” The interrogation abruptly was ended by their arrival at the White Haven gate. Linda swept the little car skillfully around the curve in the road and between the posts and drove up so closely behind the other car that she had to brake hard to stop in time. Again Tom walked to the garage with Shaughnessey. Linda, watching, was relieved to see that he entered and went upstairs. He hardly could put the man to bed, but at least he could see that he didn't set the place on fire or do other damage trying to find the lights. The rest of the party went up and dispersed silently, Pratt and De Vos tiptoeing cautiously by Cousin Amos’ closed door. “I told him he could leave it open

for the draft through, but the idea seemed to shock him,” Lida whispered as they reached t: e little hall. Just then she heard from within a raucous grating sound which confirmed her belief that Cousin Amos blandly had ignored her earlier request. “Perhaps it's Just as well—that door on the balcony makes the horridest noise and having this one shut muffles it, at least. You have everything you want? Well—goodnight. You can all sleep late tomorrow morning!” a tt a WHEN Tom finally succeeded in escaping Shaughnessey's garrulous friendliness and returned, tired and out of sorts, he found Linda sitting by the window toward the Sound. On the bed lay her corn-yellow velvet wrap, on the floor her wisp of a frock, and her high-heeled pump 6 had been kicked off beside it. She seemed to have lacked energy to proceed further with the business of undressing and when he came in simply rolled her eyes at him eloquently and made no further move. He sank Into a, chair by another window and for a* moment weary silence reigned. “Did you ever know such anight!” Linda gathered her energies to speak first. “Never-never in all my born days—was I so hot and cross and disgusted. Asa house party, this is the biggest washout I’ve ever had!” “You’re tired, Binks,” her husband observed dispassionately. “I think they all had a good time.” “They may have for all we know anything about it—l hardly laid eyes on one of them all evening.” “Well, didn’t you plan to turn them over to the female contingent?” “Yes, of course—and I wanted them to enjoy themselves. And you’re still the best dancer in the world, my Thomas.” “Thanks—same to you. Gosh, this heat is appalling! Not a bit cooler at night.” “Morning—getting lighter every minute. That means it’ll start in hot and get worse instead of better. Why does 4th of July always mean such ghastly weather? And on top of it, every darned one of those men had been drinking—” “Even your beloved Marvin?” “Now don’t you start anything!” Linda suddenly snapped from complete inertia to militana uprightness. “He was too queer all evening —implying he wasn’t welcome—nasty way of talking without coming right out with what was on his mind.” “Well, look, Binks—what was the matter with him before we started? When he came downstairs he looked black enough to kill. I sort of hated to drive off with the others and leave you.' Then everything seemed all right when we got there, so I forgot about it till now. Anybody step on his toes before we left?” “Hmp! Who specializes in toestepping around here?” “Don’t glare at me—he’s not my cousin!” “Oh, Tom, that’s cruel! I can’t help it. Why is Cousin Amos such a pest? I fished around a bit, but I couldn’t find out what it was he did or said. “Every time I led back to it, Marvin got sulkier. He was that way on and off all evening. I’d rather have all sorts of an explosion—made me feel queer and qualmish, just wondering. “You see, I know his temper of old. He holds in too much and when he does let go—well, I wouldn’t want to be in the way!” CHAPTER ELEVEN r I ■'OM AVERILL frowned. “Oh, "*• gosh, there we go again talking about the—what did you call them? —‘potential murderers’?” “I wish I never had to see any one of them again,” Linda said dejectedly. “Oh, come, Binks! It isn’t as bad as that. A few hours of sleep—” ‘‘A few hours? How you do exaggerate! It’s almost daylight and we’ve got to get Cousin Amos off early. Early, for him—that’s even worse!” “How soon? It’s after 5 now.” “In about an hour. He gets up about half-past 6 or 7 anyhow and he wants to take a 7-something train. That means 6 today.” Tom whistled silently. Then he began undressing. “Binks,” he said, “go to bed. I’ll see the old fellow off and tell him you’re all in.”

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“Thanks, but that wouldn’t do ! It’s my Job and I’ll send him away with a smile. I wouldn't sleep any- j how. Tom. I'd have him on my mind.” “Say—here’s an idea! Get out of those things and into your bathing suit. This room’s an oven and a cool dip’ll do you more good than lying down. “If you’ll fling on a few clothes and see that he gets breakfast, I'll run him to the station and you can go to bed then. I doubt if any one else shows his face before noon.” She already was scrambling into the pert little red Jersey suit that made her look so boyish and slim. “I'm with you. Tommy! It’s a grand idea. Think any of the others ?” “Leave ’em out. Two’s company this time and they’re all asleep by now, anyhow. Come on!”

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“Wait—l can’t find my cap! You go on—it’s here somewhere. I'll be right behind you!” The cap was found and Linda stopped to pick up the soft, crumpled, lacey dress which still lay where she had stepped out of it on the floor. As she smoothed it out and straightened Tom's* equally neglected evening clothes, she felt the still, oppressive heat of the silent house brooding over her. There always was something thrilling about seeing the sun come up (she thought with a grin that she’d never admit that to the tooinstructive Cousin Amos) but this morning the sensation of fresh wonder and delight was lacking. The room -.ctually had grown hotter since Tom left. She sighed. Even getting down to the water seemedTilmost too much of an effort—then she stopped.

FROM some where down the hail came a light creaking tread—the hushed sound of one who walks quietly for fear of disturbing others. It was followed by a slight click and then to her ears came distinctly the wrak-wrak-wrak of Cousm Amos’ defiantly opened casement giving on the little porch. She relaxed. Evidently her cousin already was Rbout. wakened by the light and the still, heavy heat. Also evidently he did not want to disturb any of them and Linda decided to pr;tend she had not heard. After all, it wasn't quite 6 yet—half an hour before he should showsigns of life. She would have her plunge and cool off before facing the next step. Yes, everything was quiet new. No one would hear her patter along in her little red rubber shoes. But in the hall, she relented.

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—she thought of HOME. She seemed to see her adoring father and her older brothers. There was her lovely mother, come as a bride from Russia and tfhese name, Olga, she herself had assumed when she became the Reds' famous spy.

Cousin Amos hadn’t had much pleasure from his stay and he had so enjoyed the water yesterday! Since no one else was coming, why, not at least ask him? At his room dcor she stopped in surprise—it was about a foot ajar. She remembered that he had not left It open during the night. Then she thought of the step she had heard In the hall. Curious he should go outside his room so early! He had his own lavatory and could have done without a tub for once in his life. If he had gone across the hall, she hoped ferveruiy he hadn't either met or disturbed Marvin or De Vos. both tired, sleepy, and hot and therefore edgy after the Country Club affair. They were safely in bed by now

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and. she heped, deaf to Cousin Amos * cautious, if inexplicably rambling in the hall. . But. she wondered, had he gone back to bed or was he acut&lly up and dressed so early? Hesitating whether to knock or not. she unintentionally pushed the door a little more widely open and could not help seeing the bed—empty, rumpled, the covers thrown back. Feeling very apologetic, she opened her lips to call him softly. Then, to her astonishment, she heard voices inside the room. Linda stood very still, puzzled. No, .they were not -exactly in the room The sudden wrak-wrak-wrak of that beastly door placed them—just over the sill out on the little porch. (To Be Contirued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Years of “growing up” had passed so happily. School studies, playtimes. Always her father and brothers were her closest companions; horses and hunting her keer.ert delight. Then, on that awful day had corned her first, great tragedy.

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