Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 September 1937 — Page 25

CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE — Hegoine, young Woman attorney.

. AMY KERR — Cilly’s roommate and murderer’s victim. JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS — Amy's strange * visitor, SERGEANT DOLAN—Officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

Yesterday—Alone in her apartment, after midnight, Cilly becomes increasingIy alarmed when Amy fails to return . from the rooftop. She recalls it would , be terrifying up there in the darkness!

| CHAPTER TWO NILLY’'D been up there once herself—to get a coat she had had hanging out all day to air. You ran up the five flights of stairs—that was all right, for there were lights on every landing. But from there on it was No:Man’s-. Land. You went up the other halfflight to the roof, and pushed the heavy iron door out. As you stepped out onto the roof, that door swung shut behind you with a bang—a loud, terrifying bang against the lonely silence on the roof. Cilly was a courageous soul, but she had shuddered that first black moment. after the door slammed behind her. There was nothing ahead but dark emptiness. The clothesline was just a few steps beyond the doorway, but in the darkness it seeme¢ a mile_away. You picked your steps carefully, expecting any moment to trip over the raised platform under the lines; you held your hand out in front so that you wouldn’t walk blindly into radio aerials. At every step you

Then, quite unexpéctedly, she realized what had happened. She realized how utterly silly she had been. It was all so very simple. The big black door had slammed shut ‘while Amy was hanging up her dress. Sunday was Mr. Johnson’s day off, but he always returned. about midnight and made the regular rounds of the house. He had locked Amy out! All this time that she had been painting a devil in her imagination, Amy had been up on that terrifying roof alone—locked out!

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ILLY jumped out of bed, slipped on her shoes without her stockings, and took her coat out of the closet. She'd go right up and unlatch the door. Poor Amy. . . . Cilly stopped, clutching the coat in her hands. Her heart turned to ice in her breast.’ For the still night air was suddenly shattered by a wild, terrifying cry—the deathly, agonized cry of a human being. Shrill and high-pitched, it pierced the midnight quiet for an eternal second, then died down to a rasping, choking murmur. ‘A moment ofg si-

lence followed—a silence so intense that it could be felt in every nerve. Then there was a dull thud outside Cilly’s bedroom window—a

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forgot the six-foot drop to the ground, she forgot that she was clad only in pajamas and shoes. She jumped quickly; she knelt . beside that crushed, broken figure that had come hurtling from the roof. “Amy!” she cried. “Amy!” But Amy Kerr was beyond all hearing. Véguely, Cilly was conscious of windows being raised along the street, of heads craning out, inquiring the trouble. She looked down at this twisted, broken body that had only a few minutes ago been a love- | ly, lively girl. Amy still clutched the blue dress in one hand. The other hand, clenched in the terror of death, slowly relaxed; a slip of newspaper fluttered to the ground. Cilly picked it up, unthinking, and tucked it into her pajama pocket.

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F you met anyone on the roof, it would be poor old Mr. Johnson, the superintendent, dragged from his bed to check up on someone’s aerial. And Mr. Johnson was a harmless soul. But you didn’t think of Mr. Johnson as you stepped out toward the clothesline. You thought of Dracula, and at every step you expected to see him before you, his black cape spread out bat-like, ready $0 enfold you. You thought of Dracula, and quickened your steps so that you stumbled, and as you stumbled you felt the monster upon you. ... You remembered all the stories you ever heard about ghosts that rise in graveyards at midnight. You remembered them all in the 10 or 20 seconds it took to cross from the heavy iron door to the clothesline. And because those 10 seconds seemed like 10 long, dreary years, you hurried as fast as ever you could; you grabbed that dress or coat down from the line with small regard for flying clothespins; and. . you fairly flew back to.the big heavy - door, lest Mr. Johnson come up and lock it for the night, and leave you out in that intense blackness until morning, 8% = ”

HIRTY seconds it. took, at the most, to rush over to that .clothesline and back. You didn’t linger. Cilly hadn’t lingered, and Cilly was as brave as the ‘average. Even a little more brave than Amy. Amy would not come home alone evenings when Cilly had to work late. She didn’t like to be * alone in the apartment. She said . SO. t No, Amy wasn't the sort to linger in the terrifying blackness -of the roof at midnight—not if ~ she were alone. Then Amy wasn't alone. It was all poppycock about wanting to air her blue dress. Amy was going up on the roof to meet someone. Who? Harry Hutchins had left 10 minutes earlier than Jim. Amy could have walked down to the vestibule if she wanted to be alone with * him. And given Jim a few minutes to say goodnight to her, Cilly. But Amy had waved Harry out with a nonchalant air, and she had “waited around with Jim and Cilly. She didn’t even excuse herself and - pretend that she was going to bed. She just waited around until Jim left, and ‘then she immediately got .- the bright idea of taking her blue , “dress up on the roof. . If she had wanted to go up there so badly, she’d have said to Harry: “Come up on the roof for a minute with me, will you? I want to ‘air a dress.” That would be the natural thing to do, instead of - waiting ‘around for Jim to leave, and following him out. So Cilly was annoyed at Amy. Annoyed and not a little hurt. . They had gotten along so happily together. Up until tonight, Amy had never shown any trace of selfishness or pettiness. tilly had really loved her. Was Amy at last - showing her true colors?

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ILLY walked wearily over to the 4 bed and removed the spread. There was no sense sitting up all night to worry about it. If Jim really cared for her, he’d be back. And if he didn’t, well, it was certainly much better to find him out before she married him. . Much better. She wasn't a foolish ~ schoolgirl. She could face a disappointment sensibly. Quite sensiWas ever a woman in love

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. : Twelve-twenty, the tiny clock on, ¢ the vanity said.

Let Amy stay up there all night if she wanted to. Let Amy take Jim Kerrigan if she wanted to. . . . Cilly was going to sleep. - But of course she didn't. As ‘soon as her head touched the pillow, she knew that she wouldn’t get to sleep for hours. When you're unhappy, sléep doesn’t come immediately to slip you quietly into oblivion. You have to smooth out your thoughts first. You have to banish ugly suspicions, and bitterness, and jealousy. . 8 = £ gVILLY tried to do that. She honAA estly did try to realize that Amy was a dear, that she was honest and fair and altogether too ' kind-hearted to hurt anyone. Besides, Cilly told herself sternly: “You're a pretty poor sort to build qup such a case against Jim the very t time another girl looks at him.

“+And what am I supposed to do while you're gone?’ ”

HE way was as familiar to Ken as the back of his hand, but this particular afternoon he regarded it with new eyes, as though seeing it for the first time. Only it was probably just the other way around. He might be seeing it for the last time. The distasteful job of telling Jessie about it was still ahead and he was perturbed about the manner in which she would undoubtedly take it. He noticed for perhaps the hundredth time the long barren beach of sand stretching away to the east, almost deserted save for a group of boys beaching an old diving raft. Out on the blue water a solitary sail, a kind of symbol of his ambition, waved lazily back and forth in the unsteady wind. The whole scene was one of loneliness. And he was lonely. True, Jessie was no farther away from him than an arm’s reach, sitting on the pier, her feet dangling in the water, her eyes watching with only half interest the slow progress of the sailboat. But, much as he loved her, the task he had set himself isolated him from the old comradeship he had shared with her for two years and made him feel strangely alone.

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T was difficult, almost impossible, Ken reflected, to advance the idea of separation to a woman who has for so long shared your dreams and ambitions and helped to make you what you were. It seemed cowardly and just a bit traitorous. But it had to be done.

Her voice broke in on his thoughts with a gentle suddenness. “What's the matter, Ken dear? Something go wrong today?” “Why no,” he answered hastily. “Nothing has gone wrong.” He was not prepared just yet to bring the issue to a head. He didn’t feel quite equal to the task. He needed more time to think. She was speaking again. “Don’t try to hide anything from me, Ken, I can read you like a book. You've not been your old self lately. I can see as plainly as I see you that something’s bothering you,” = s 2 HEN suddenly he was seized with a mad desire to let the words tumble out, to get it over with, to have the worst happen so long as this terrible suspense would be broken. Jessie leaned over, touched his arm and said, “Tell me.” That was all. He couldn't refuse. “I'm going away.” aE The sailboat on the lake was coming closer now. A fresh breeze had sprung up from off-shore and the white canvas steadied itself bravely into the current. “The old reason?” said. “Oh, Jessie!”—the words were coming fast now—“I know you'll hate me for this. But I can’t help it. I must go. It means our future, don’t you see? If I want to get my novel started and finished, I've got to go away. I need ihe ‘experience. |

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too much like reproof. He knew what its effect would be. “Glad!” she cried. “Glad to see you gone for a whole year. And what am I supposed to do while you're gone, twiddle my thumbs?” “I know it will be hard,” he answered. “But the year won't be too long. And think of what it will

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mean,” she answered cruelly,” “Sup- | pose the book doesn’t sell. Your whole year will be lost. And here in the city you might at least have steady employment. You'll be sure

4 ERE in the city! What can I

ever do here in the city? A steady job, but what a job. Same old thing day in and day out. I feel like I'm being suffocated.”

“You didn’t think so when you asked me to marry you,” she said. Then suddenly she changed. She came closer to him, laid her head on his shoulder, and slipped her tiny white hand around his arm.

“Jim,” she sighed, “how can I ever live the year through without you?” : She was beautiful, he knew, and so very ‘lovable. She needed his love and protection. His arms gathered her close to him. He kissed her hair. It was soft and fragrant against his face. And in a sudden vision he saw himself losing all this, torn: for a whole year—perhaps forever—from this treasure he adored so madly. No, he couldn't go. He could never stand it, he knew. For awhile perhaps—but after long days and nights of loneliness, he would go mad. ” % ”

HE sailboat was drawing away from them now. It had come quite close, almost touching the bar of sand that spread out from beneath their. feet. . But now it was headed for the outlet at the western end of the lake, the outlet that led into the broad river and’ thence down to the sea. - He wondered idly if the boat was really going to the sea. Then, as a result of the strain he had been under, he laughed gently. No, not the sea. The sea was too far away. Jessie stirred in his arms. “What are you laughing at?” His loneliness had passed completely away from him now. He knew where he belonged. He was content. “Nothing,” he said, “I was just happy at having made my decision.” . . “And you'll stay?” eagerly. : “I'll stay.” ri 2 2 HEY were walking back from the beach to the car. The sun

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THE END

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