Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 September 1937 — Page 18

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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. SERGT. DOLAN—Officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: Harvey Ames, Amy's employer, is shockingly. distressed at the news of Amy’s death. His actions arouse Cilly’s suspicions.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

R. CROWELL was unusually solicitous when Cilly explained the tragic affair to him. “Don’t worry about the . office, Miss Pierce,” he ordered, gently. “I'm sorry about the Harvey case, because I particularly wanted you - to handle it. But this is a terrible situation. Don’t try to come in for the balance of the week. And if you feel in need of any legal backing, remember that we’ll stand behind you. Don’t let the police frighten you.” Leaving his office, Cilly felt stronger than she had in the past 12 hours. With the backing of a law firm as capable and as respected as Crowell & Burns, she lost some of that first dread she had of the circumstantial evidence which was closing around Jim. “Telephone, Miss Pierce,” the operator called, as Cilly passed the switchboard. “Who is it, Betty?” “Mr. Hutchins.” “All right. Put him on.”

N her o office, she took up the e. Harry's voice, loud and strident, came over the wire. “I've been trying to get you at home, Priscilla,” he said. “I'm just about broken up by the news. Can I help in any way—with the fu- - neral, perhaps?” “Thank you, Harry,” Cilly replied quietly. “There’s really nothing more to be done. Funeral services will be tomorrow at 2 . . . at the Greenwood Funeral Home in Flatbush.” “I'll be there, of course. In the meantime, there are some things I'd like to talk over with you. Will you have dinner with me tonight?” Cilly didn’t feel equal to dining with Harry Hutchins. “I'd rather not go out to dinner tonight,” she told him. “But I'll be home about 5, if you care to drop in for a few minutes.” “Fine. Ill be out shortly after 5.» ” 2 »

ILLY was home only a few min- |

utes when Harry Hutchins arrived. He had obviously stopped at the florist’s, for he carried an enor- - mous bouquet—a gay colorful array of flowers. “I just stopped to see about a wreath,” he said by way of explanation, “and I thought I might just as well bring these along to you. They’ll . cheer -up the place a bit.” Cilly thanked him. She appreciated his thoughtfulness, neverthcless she resented his flowers. No matter how fine Harry Hutchins tried to be, she thought, she would not like him. “Had a nice visit from the police this afternoon,” Harry offered. He settled himself in a comfortable chair and took out a cigaret.

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ATCHING him, Cilly was forced to admire him, in spite of herself. He was undeniably handsome, his features were even and perfect, as if they had been molded to some special order. His face lacked the rugged charm, the wrinkled friendliness of Jim’s, but it was attractive, nevertheless. . With exaggerated nonchalance he lit the cigaret and blew out the match. “You know that fellow Dolan’s all wet,” he said. A smile of faintly amused boredom hovered on his lips. “I told him so, too.” “Did you really?”

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E did not catch the irony in Cilly’s words. “I certainly did,” he admitted, self-approvingly. “Turn- - ing an affair like this into a deep, baffling mystery so they can get a few weeks’ newspaper publicity while they're trying to solve it . . . it’s ridiculous.” “Doesn’t it seem rather mysterious to you why anyone should want to murder Amy?” Harry waved his cigaret deprecatingly. “Amy wasn’t murdered. It was an _ obvious suicide. Amy was the perfect type--melancholy, despondent . . .” “That’s absurd!” Cilly- flared. “Amy Kerr was as happy and intelligent a girl as I ever knew!” Harry shrugged. “That's the impression she gave you, no doubt. But a man can always get to know a girl better than even her closest friend. Amy wasn’t happy, I know. Some love affair, perhaps. She often told me about some man ...”

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** MY wasn’t fool enough to kill herself over any man!” Cilly corrected him with decision. “I'm sorry, Priscilla. Heaven knows I don’t mean to speak lightly of Amy Kerr. She was too fine a girl . . . too splendid . . .” His voice trailed off, and he smiled with worldly tolerance before he spoke again. “Of course, you know, therc was nothing serious between us . . . absolutely nothing.” “1 understand your relationship perfectly,” Cilly said icily. “Of course Amy was not serious. She had other interests . . a great many other interests . . .” Harry leaned forward in his chair. “That’s exactly what I've been trying to say, Priscilla. There was —someone else. Someone who hurt her a great deal.”

ILLY did not want to believe him. She did not want to pay attention to any remarks from Harry Hutchins. Nevertheless, there had been something in Amy’s past. Something serious and threatening. She couldn't deny that. Perhaps Amy had confided in Harry Hutchins to a certain extent. . .. “I think it would be a good idea,” he was saying, “if you went over her personal things — her letters, or keepsakes, for example. Get rid of anything—well, anything out of the past. You know how the police ‘pounce upon such things, and what the newspapers do with them. Amy ‘was too fine to be made ridiculous after she’s gone.” ‘Suddenly Cilly understood Harry's

solicitous interest. It wasn’t Amy’s past that he was concerned about— he probably knew no more about that than Cilly did—it was his own future that troubled him.

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“ HE police have already done that,” she stated maliciously, deliberately overpainting the picture. Sergt. Dolan’s brief examination of Amy’s personal effects had not been very thorough. She wanted to annoy Harry Hutchins. Apparently she succéeded. He sat up attentively. “Have they found anything?” he asked with unfeigned concern. : Cilly only shrugged. Let him worry, she thought. He

probably wrote some warm letters to Amy before he met Gloria Harmon, and now he’s afraid theyll find their way into the newspapers, for the glamorous Gloria to read and misinterpret. That would be just too bad; his promising future might be threatened. Nevertheless, Cilly determined to go through Amy’s belongings more thoroughly that evening. If there was, as Harry Hutchins intimated, something in the past, the fact would not be cheap fodder for the tabloids—not if she could help it. The first thing she did, however, after Harry Hopkins left, was to throw his garish bouquet down the incinerator.

(To Be Continued)

SIAMESE CAT—By

Daily Short Story

Margaret Paine Rea

“‘What Are You Doing Here?”

UCIA DARE stood by the window of the oid garage she had changed into a studio, looking out at the streaming rain. She was down to her last $5, and there was nothing in sight. Old Mrs. Benson had not liked the portrait of her favorite grandchild and none of her four still-life oils had sold at the No Jury exhibit. On the whole things looked very hopeless for Lucia Dare. With a sigh she turned away from the window and glanced at the picture on her easel. It was a faintly outlined sketch in thin oil colors of her Siamese cat beside a pot of primroses. Now she left it in disgust, and went out of the building to the house, not even troubling to lock the door. If she couldn’t sell anything, certainly nobody would steal them.

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ATER in Mrs. Hodges’ boarding house she tried in vain to find interest in the radio. But it was impossible to keep her mind off her problems, and she switched off the program. The front room, with its gloomy wall paper and starched lace curtains, was as cheerful as a tomb. She was glad when the door bell rang and Perry Barnes appeared. Perry was a reporter on the Star and his ideas of cheer were large and long. “Gee, kid, brace up. Something will break soon. It can’t last forever. You know darn well you've got what it takes. Those pictures you had in the No Jury show were tops.” . # 2 » “ OPS to what?” sighed Lucia wearily. “That doesn’t buy my soup and meat.” . “The paper had half a column tonight on the new exhibition of Abstractionist Art that’s to begin next week. Got anything to put in it, Lucia?” She smiled, “I'm modern, but not that modern.” “There’s another one, too, at the Carleton. You let me be your press agent, Lucia. I'll get you a sale. Some of that Abstractionist stuff is just lines and circles. I could paint it in my sleep.” “Well, I can’t—and I won't so that’s all there is to it. I haven’t anything fit for an exhibit right now.” 2 ”» 2 8

D° you mind if I look over your things?” “Not if you don’t expect me to go out to the studio with you,” she answered wearily. “O. K., Tbots. Tl go out there and look them over and take what I want.” “It’s not locked. I left the key in

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1, Should a bridge player pass with only a hasty glance at his cards? 2. May a bridge player apologize to his partner when he has made a play of poor Judgment? 3. Should a hostess provide ash trays for guests at a bridge party? 4. Should a man playing bridge at a table with women smoke a strong cigar? 5. Is it good manners for a wife to criticize her husband’s bridge playing when they are playing with friends?

What would you do if— You go to a party where the hostess has planned for her guests to play “intellectual” games and you fear for your score— - A. Say that you would rather not play and sit and watch the others? B. Play the game and if your answers are way off, laugh with the rest? C. Insist that three other guests play bridge with . you? . » 2 »

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the door—just go in. It’s nice of you to trouble, Perry. I guess I'm just soured on life tonight.” He patted her shoulder cheerily and trudged down the sidewalk to the studio-garage. in the back yard. With a shock he saw a tramp standing in the doorway, weaving back and forth on his feet, a little the worse for beer. “What are you doing here?” demanded Perry. “This is Miss Dare’s studio.” “’Sall right,” said the tramp largely. “Lady’s a friend of mine. Just stepped in to get out of the rain.” “It’s not raining now,” said Perry sharply. “Get going out of here.” ” " ” ‘O K., brother,” waving an arm aggrievedly. “No harm done. Sa fine little place in there. I used to paint barns myself. Don’t mind if I keep this 1i’l brush for a souvenir, do you?’ He flourished a brush sticky with paint, in Perry’s face, but that gentleman seized it firmly. “Maybe it’s one of her good ones,” he explained. He flipped him a quarter. “Here, get yourself a couple more, and sleep sweet. Now make tracks out of here.” He watched him down the alley before he retrieved the key from the door and went inside. After that there were two days when Lucia tramped from one agency to another with a portfolio bulging with drawings. But no result. She hadn’t even been out to the studio. Her portfolio had been in her room and it depressed her to think of going out there. “Miss Dare! - ‘Telephone!” Mrs. Hodges called up the stairs. Lucia ran downstairs. Perry.

It was

” 2 2 “Y UCIA!” he shouted into the receiver. “We've sold the picture on your easel for $500!” “What!” “Yep. I put it in the Abstractionist exhibit, and old Lingerfelter, the millionaire, bought it an hour ago.” “But Perry, it was only begun. You could hardly tell it was a cat.” “You're right about that. I never guessed it. That must be why he bought it. Anyway, you should worry. You got the money.” Lucia caught the streetcar and was there in 20 minutes. At the museum entrance she met Perry. “I can’t believe it’s true,” panted. “Where is it?” “This way—here we are.” ” 2 ” + UCIA gasped, looking at a canvas covered with circles and angles, out of which peered the bright blue eyes of her Siamese cat. “Did you do that, Perry Barnes?”

she demanded accusingly. “I never |

painted a thing like that in my life!” “Say, I'm no artist. It was on your easel that night when I went out to the studio. If you didn’t do it, who did?” Lucia stared at it in" bewilderment. “I don’t know. The cat is there underneath all those circles— it’s like a drunken nightmare.” Perry whistled shrilly. “Drunken nightmare!—with emphasis on the drunken.” That’s just about what it is. And to think it cost me only a quarter!” THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious. (Copyright. 1937. United Feature Syndicate)

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