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CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE—heroine, woman attorney. AMY KERR—Cilly’s murderer’s victim. JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy’s visitor. i SERGEANT DOLAN—officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: Amy hurtles to her death on thes ground below, outside Cilly's window. Frantic, Priscilla rushes out, sees the crushea body, picks up a slip of newspaper gripbed in Amy's lifeiess “hand,

CHAPTER THREE

OW long she knelt there on the cold ground beside Amy’s body. Cilly did not know. She did not hear the innumerable. cries and questions of her neighbors; she did not see the crowd slowly gathering —the crowd of half-awakened men and women in all stages of midnight undress. It seemed as if the world had suddenly begun to spin in a crazy, fast-motion kaleidoscope, and she would soon awaken to sanity. Endless seconds passed into three short minutes, and a radio police car drove up to the door. Two officers - stepped out. Half a dozen people in the crowd spoke at -once, each eager to tell his own version of the accident. “She fell from the roof, officer. She felt herself going and screamed.” . .. She didn't She jumped. She screamed first and then jumped. I saw it.” . .. “No, she didn’t. She fell out of a window. I saw her.” The officers bent over the body. They looked at each other and nodded in solemn significance. The older of the two lifted Cilly to her feet. “Take this young lady inside, Halleran,” he instructed his partner, “and phone the medical examiner. Dolan, too. I'll get a report out here.” Dully, Cilly walked into the house with Officer Halleran. The door of her apartment was still unlocked— still waiting for Amy who would pever walk through it again. "an “ HE girl was a relative o

yours ” Halleran asked. “No. Just a friend. We shared

_ -the apartment together.”

Halleran hesitated. “I'm afraid,” he said quietly, “that she’s dead.” Cilly nodded. : “She couldn’t have fallen all that distance—and lived.” The officer looked about for a phone. “Mind if I use your phone?” he asked. “We'll have to get the medical examiner here before she can be moved.” Cilly indicated the phone on her desk. “Youll want to notify her rela“Do you know where to reach them?” Cilly remembered one. An Aunt Harriet, in New Hampshire. Amy had never mentioned anyone else.

x = 8 us HERE'S only her aunt,” Cilly told the officer. “Miss Harriet Kerr in Interlaken, N. HA. Amy hadn’t seen her in a long time. I suppose I could send a night

- letter?”

Halleran nodded. “Guess there's nothing she could do tonight. She'll probably wire you instructions for the funeral.” ; : Cilly wanted to phone Jim and tell him, but Jim lived in uptown Manhattan. It would take him an hour to get home. Perhaps she ought to tell Harry Hutchins, too, but she didn’t feel equal to talking te him. He'd make a great deal of noise with his sympathy and probbably not care a bit. Soon another officer arrived. Halleran introduced him. “Sergeant Dolan, Miss Pierce. He'll handle everything.” Halleran left them alone, # ” 2 ; ELL handle everything. He'll ask me a million questions, Cilly thought, and what will I tell him? She tried to organize her own thoughts about Amy’s death—but it was all so unreal. “The young lady was a relative of yours?” Sergeant Dolan asked. She'd alreddy answered that, but of course he didn’t know. “No. A friend. We've been working together in the Cannon Building for about six months. Two months ago, Miss Kerr decided to share my apartment with me. It seems now as if I know very little about her... .” “Do you know of any reason why she might have committed suicide?” Cilly started. “No! Oh, no, she didn’t commit suicide!” Immediately she regretted speaking so definitely. “Why do you say that?” Sergeant Dolan asked. “What else could it be?” Cilly dropped her eyes wearily. “Oh, I'm sure I don't know. But

" there was no reason in the world for

Amy to—to do that.” Was there? After all, what did she know of Amy Kerr's life before a few months ago? Was there some shadow from the past that frightened her? Amy hadn't acted frightened or unhappy today, and surely not this evening. Sergeant Dolan sensed her uncertainty. 2 s 2 “Y’VE been all over the roof,” he said. “There’s no place in the front of the house where a person could accidentally fall over. In the rear, yes. - A person could easily trip In the darkness back there where the ledge is low. But the body would fall in front of the house, right under your window. Tell me about this evening—did anything. happen to - disturb the young lady? Was she in good spirits?” “She was never any happier, not since I have known her,” Cilly stated. She was happy to meet Jim, she thought, but she didn’t say it. “A friend of hers, Mr. Hutchins, and a friend of mine, ‘Mr. Kerrigan, spent the evening with us. We played bridge, and Amy seemed to have a very good time. The boys left at 11:30.” She did not add that Jim stayed about 15 minutes longer. “Amy went up on the roof to air a dress that had come from the cleaner’s smelling too much of benzine after they had gone.” ® #8 -8 : ERGT. DOLAN was making note

AJ in a little black book.

“What did you say the names of these young men were?” he asked. Cilly told him, giving the ad-

asked. “Did she have any financial problems: Was she employed?”

“She had a very nice position— secretary to Harvey Ames of Ames & Wakefield, real estate people. She liked her work very much.” There was a light knock on the door and a short, plump little man entered. “Hello, Doc,” Dolan said. Then to Cilly, “Dr. Bender, the medical examiner.” : ! Dr. Bender nodded: in a kindly manner to Cilly. “Unpleasant hour to run in on you, young lady,” he said apologetically, “and unpleasant business, too. However, I've taken care of everything.” “Make an examination, Doc?” “Too dark for much of that. Fall was enough to kill anyone, of course. We've moved the body, and there'll be a thorough examination tomorrow. What about this young lady tonight? You won't want to stay here?” “Yes, I think so,” Cilly said. “I'll be quite all right, and much more comfortable than anywhere else.” “Dare say you're right,” agreed the doctor. Dolan arose to. go. “Guess there's nothing more I can learn here tonight,” he said to Cilly. “We come up against. these suicides every day—and in most cases we never know why they have to be. Melancholia of a sort, I guess. Or insanity. Hard to tell. Well, goodnight, miss. Sure you'll be all right here alone?” “I'm sure, thank you both.”

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ILLY was glad when they both had gone, although they left her feeling miserably alone and terrified. Just two hours ago, and Amy was here too. The apartment still echoed her laughter. Her slippers were there under the bed, where she had left them early in the evening. Her bed was turned

down, waiting for her. But she'd never be back. She'd never be back to tell what had happened up there in the darkness. A terrible trembling seized Cilly. She began to cry. She reached into her pajama pocket for her handkerchief. She touched the piece of newspaper that had fallen from Amy's hand. : Curiously, she smoothed it out and “examined it. A Utah newspaper :clipping. Bluefields, Utah. What was ‘Amy doing with that? It was.part. of the “town gossip” column. Mr, and Mrs. John Blair announce the birth of a son. .. . . Miss Margaret -Seldon spending, the week in Denver. . . . Joe Barlow, hermit of Blue Peak, failed to appear in Bluefields for his semi-an-nual “storing up.’ A delegation from town discovered his shack in the mountains: unoccupied, and it is feared that Joe wandered too far during one of last winter's blizzards and froze to death. : : #2 5 8 ho MALL town news events. What did it mean to Amy? How could the birth of Blairs’ son, or Margaret Seldon’s vacation, or the disappearance of a hermit in Bluefields, Utah, concern Amy Kerr, of New York and New Hampshire, Cilly crumpled the clipping and dropped it into a vasé, turned toward the bedroom. Suddenly: she stopped. '. . . AN In the’ stillness of the apartment she heard the dumbwaiter going slowly down the shaft. It passed the level of her kitchen. She started, at first. Queer time of night fer people to be running the dumbwaiter. Or. was it time so soon for the milkman? But what did it matter? She was suddenly quite drowsy. She put out the light and went inside to bed.

(To Be Continued)

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# OW don’t do anything reckless, Marie,” her young employer warned as the efficient young secretary gave herself a lastminute once-over béfore leaving the office. “Remember, a dance at the Night Life Gardens is no lawn party. There are too many young men hanging . around there just looking for a chance to put one over. You've been in town here only a week and you haven't learned all the ropes by a long sight.” On the street car- Marie thought of what she would have liked to say to this over-efficient, puritanical employer of hers. Mr. Phibbs was good looking and all that, but was only too evidently not interested in Marie. Well, she’d show him, She didn’t have to rely on him for a good time. Hours later in the Night ' Life Garden she was suffering the first pangs of disappointment. No invitations yet to dance. She glanced at her watch. Only 10 minutes had gone by since she entered the big hall. It seemed like an hour. The watch must be right; it was new and had cost Dad more than he really could afford for her graduation present. Ten minutes! She might have known, she reflected bitterly, that the Garden would be full of prettier girls than she. What chance did she have?

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T was 9:55 now. Marie decided to give herself five minutes more to get a break. If nothing turned up by that time she'd go back to her room and admit she hadn't clicked. 9:59. Might as well go before the orchestra got through the number and the crowd got off the floor. Just as she turned toward the stairs, a voice at her ear said, “Shall we finish this?” Without looking at him, Marie instinctively turned about and walked to the edge of the dance floor. He followed her and they glided into the dance. As he noted that she followed him in expert fashion, he gave her an appreciative glance which took in her coiffure, her watch, her gown, and even her silver slippers. “Say, youre pretty smooth, kid.” ; “You're not so bad yourself,” she replied, attempting to speak lightly. As she spoke she looked up and saw that he was really handsome—just the type of fellow she’d thought of when she’d made up her mind to come to the city. His hair was curly and dark, and his mouth and his eyes both smiled at her. She was almost embarrassed by his frank appraisal but quickly decided that she really deserved it. Her slippers were new, her gown was smoothfitting, and the jeweled watch was the perfect ornament for the ensemble. She instantly liked him, And to think that she had been all set to go home!

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torted. “No, I'm a typist. Won a prize for typing in a high-school contest and I guess that stunned them into giving me the job. I had to get it, though. This watch and a ring and $10 is about all there is between me and starvation.” ” 2 = ELL, it seems to me we ought to do something about this. We can’t pass up an event like your first job without a bit of celebration. What do you say to a cheese on rye and some beer at Harry's? It's just across the street. Or did you come up here with a boy friend?” “No, I didn’t,” Marie answered a little breathlessly. “It sounds like a good idea.” She knew Mr. Phibbs would call her a ninny for picking up someone at the gardens. But Joe was different. She could tell he was a nice fellow. After all, how else was she going to meet anyone except by T going places like this? “Give me your coat check,” Joe was saying, “and we'll get out of here before the rush. Shall I carry your bag for you?” As Marie handed it to him she wondered how she had endured the poor manners of the gang back home.

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T was only 11:30 when they had finished their luncheon, too

early to end a celebration, as Joe said, so he paid the check and they

strolled down the street in search of a little life and music. They found it. From then on Marie was not sure just where they went. All the places looked alike. They laughed a lot, especially when Marie told Joe how Mr. Phibbs had warned her against “city guys” she might meet at the dance. When Joe finally admitted that maybe it was time to hit the trail for home, they agreed that the job had been completely celebrated. She had watched Joe go down the street after saying good-night and was turning to open her front door when a figure bounded up the steps. : ” ” ”

“ R. PHIBBS!” she exclaimed “what—-" “Look in your purse,” he commanded without preliminaries. “Why my watch—— she cried, “and my money—they're gone! Wait a minute, here's something.” She drew out a white card that hadn’t been in there before. Bending closer she read, “Don’t look for your money or the doo-dads, kid. I play for keeps.” Mr. Phibbs was gone. She could see his shadow. moving swiftly along the deserted street in hot pursuit of her evening escort. An hour later her employer was explaining. “I went to the Gardens, too,” he admitted. “You see, I know something of the city and when I saw that fellow taking such very good care of you I trailed you both. I hated to see—to see—" he broke off in confusion. A short . while afterward Mr. Phibbs was facing a new problem. How on earth could he maintain his executive dignity in the presence of > girl who had kissed him like a 3

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