Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 October 1937 — Page 42

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: Mrs. Wheeler, the lady in Apartment 4-B, above Cilly’s, runs away. Suddenly it occurs to Cilly that she. may have shielded the murderer; she _may have thrown the Utah papers in the incinerator shaft.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ONTRARY to Cilly’s expectations, the funeral services for Amy Kerr were well attended. She had asked that they be held in the smallest parlor, and now the room was almost crowded. Harry Hutchins was there, of course, and Harvey Ames. With Mr. Ames was his partner, Mr. Wakefield, and four others whom Cilly recognized as employees in the realty office. Obviously they held Amy in high regard, despite her short association with them.

Sergt. Dolan was not present, but across the room she saw Detective Martin, his flaming red hair standing out conspicuously against the somber background. His face was expressionless, but his keen eyes were- alert for any surprising detail. Cilly knew they would be quick to detect the slightest evidence of false grief or unnatural curiosity. She knew too that later on she would be asked to account for every person present.

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MMEDIATELY following the 5 service Cilly noticed that the steps of the funeral home were lined with photographers. For the first time she realized that the newspapers were playing the case. The murder of a young girl was always meat to the public interest. Thus far the reporters had secured very little information, either from Cilly or the police. There was, after all, little to tell of Amy, and there were no photographs. Tomorrow's papers would probably strike a new theme.. “Is the Murderer Among These Who Mourn Amy Kerr?” they might inquire, with innumerable question marks. There would be these pictures of the small group leaving the funeral parlors, with appropriate arrows to indicate Miss Priscilla Pierce, who shared the apartment with the victim. ... Mr. Harvey Ames, employer of Miss Kerr. . . . Mr. Harry Hutchins— but no, Harry had lingered inside. Probably he had foreseen this. Harry preferred his photograph taken at the smarter places, linked with the notables, Miss Gloria Harmon in particular. - ” ” ”

T was not much more than an hour later when Cilly returned from the cemetery. As she turned into the entrance of the Bayview, she heard, through the open window, the ringing of her own telephone. She hastened her steps. It was Sergt. Dolan. : “Say, Miss Pierce,” he said abruptly. “I'd like you to come down to headquarters as soon as you can. Something I'd like to talk to you about.” “T’ll leave immediately,” Cilly assured him. She hung up, a little fearful. She went into the bedroom {to freshen her makeup. She combed her hair and set her tiny little black hat at a more rakish angle. It strengthened her self-assurance. Half an hour later, she sat opposite Sergt. Dolan in a small private office down at police headquarters. ” ” ” i NY news of your boy friend?” 4X Dolan asker her, almost before she was seated. He flung the ® question at her ebruptly, startling her for the moment. Her self-assurance weakened perceptibly. “No, of course not,” she said, “not since—” She stopped, realizing that she was about to say: “Not since his postcard yesterday.” It was just one such slip that Dolan hoped for. “Not since when?” he asked, Insiantly alert. “Not since Sunday, of course. But 1 did discover something very important.” . “Let’s hear about it.”

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RIEFLY, but in detail, Cilly told him how she came to find the Bluefields newspapers in the incinerator: She showed him the sections she had reclaimed. She told him of her visit that morning to Mr. Johnson, and of his peculiar literary tastes. “Another thing,” she said, “Detective Martin apparently forgot to consider Mr. Johnson yesterday when he was collecting "alibis for all the tenants. - He might = very well have been up there on the roof—he goes up every night to lock the door—and he was the only one who came out of the front door after Amy was killed.” “Did you see him come down the stairs?” “No, I didn’t. I assumed that he came up from his rooms in the basement. I was looking at Amy—not at the front door. I only know that he was the only one who came out

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“ OW long after the girl fell did H you reach her side?” “Not 30 seconds later.” “And how long were To there beJohnson came out?” foi shook her head. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I wish I could tell you that it was several minutes—I wish I were sure that he had time to come from the roof. But I'm not. It might have been one minute, or it might have been five. I was too stunned to take notice of details.” ‘Sergt. Dolan shrugged his wide oulders. : Shen doesn’t look to me,” he said slowly, “as if you have much of a case on Johnson. .After all, if a man chooses to read up on insanity in his spare time, that doesn’t make him a murderer. It doesn’t even make him insane. Anyway, from your own story of the newspapers, you're ready to believe that someone upstairs is implicated.” J, 2» . "=. %7ES, I do,” Cilly admitted.

: “Don’t you think . whoever

- threw away the papers knows a great deal about Amy’s death?” “Well, I'll admit it would seem so. € Utah, is a small place.

I'm willing to check more thoroughly on the tenants . . .” “If it’s not too late.” “What do you mean?” “You told me yesterday, Sergeant, that we were a]l to stand in readiness for a summons to police headquarters. Was that order for me alone, or was it given to every tenant?” “Martin gave every same instructions.” : “Nevertheless, Mrs. Wheeler in 4-B left hurriedly this afternoon with two large suitcases. I don’t think she'll be back for a while.” ” EJ ” Do jumped to his feet. “Why didn’t you get in touch with me right away, so that we could trace her?” - “I tried to reach you once today, and this happened just as I was leaving for the funeral services. However, I did try to trace her.” She repeated her conversation with the taxi driver. Dolan picked tp a phone from the desk. To someone at the other end he ordered: ‘‘Have Martin check up on a Mrs. Wheeler in Apartment 4-B at the Bayview. See if there's any indication that she skipped.” Replacing the phone, he turned to Cilly: “There's something peculiar in that,” he said. “I particularly gave orders that no tenant was to leave the vicinity without special

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permission. ... Well, we'll see about Mrs. Wheeler. Now what else did you have to tell me, Miss Pierce?” : hon»

’ OTHING else, Sergeant,” Cilly . N said calmly. “But I do believe those: three incidents have a tremendous Bearing on the case.”

“Perhaps youre right.” He sat still for a moment, strumming on the table with the tips of his fingers. His eyes were calculating as. they stared uncompromisingly at Cilly. Under. his steady gaze, she became restless. It was with tremendous control that she retained her composure. “Nevertheless,” said Sergt. Dolan finally, “let’s get back to this friend of yours—Kerrigan. How much haven’t you told me about him, Miss Pierce?” Cilly straightened. “I've told you all there is to tell,” she said with dignity. “Mr. Kerrigan and I are very good friends. I am sure you will find his character and his habits entirely above reproach. You're wasting valuable time trying to cast suspicion on him.” “Did Mr. Kerrigan ever tell you,” Sergt. Dolan asked, with maddening deliberation, “that out jn Bluefields, Utah, his father is serving 10 years in prison for theft?”

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

ANNIVERSARY—By Robert Cutchshaw

ANET couldn’t repress a smile of pride as, peering through the curtains, she watched Bill put a hand atop the fence, vault lightly over it ,and come striding up the front walk. She grimaced with mock resignation and moved over to the door, assuming a severe attitude with folded arms and stern frown. An instant later Bill burst in, grinning broadly. He swooped down on her and planted a kiss on her lips. “Hello, darling. Dinner ready?” He peered over her shoulder in the general direction of the kitchen and sniffed questioningly. ‘Yep, it is. Lamb chops, too, Ill bet. Or is that steak?” “Oh, Bill, when are you ever going to grow up? Jumping over the fence that way. You act more like a college kid than an old married man. Besides, you nearly landed in the marigolds. My pet bed, too.”

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“ UT-TUT, child, the marigold is a hardy plant. And I missed ’em, didn’t I? Anyway, I'm not an old married man, evei though it seems that way sometimes. See, I'll show you,” ‘and he caught her around the waist, lifted her easily until her face was level with his, and kissed her on the mouth. “I still get a thrill out of that,” he added, softly. For a second she clung to him, rumpling his hair gently; then her body stiffened. He drew back his head, questioningly. “Let me down, Bill.” She stood staring a moment, with round eyes, and raised her hand to her throat in a vague gesture of uneasiness. “Why, what's the matter, Jan? I didn’t hurt you?” “Why—no, I—" She turned, “I think the meat’s burning,” and rushed from the room.

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ILL realized that something was amiss, but he had been married long enough to know that any attempt to get an explanation at this time was useless. When Janet was good and ready, which would be when he least expected it, she would burst forth with a reason. In the meantime, he might as well forget it. Nevertheless, there was a puzzled frown on his forehead as he went up the stairs, two at a time, to wash for dinner. In the kitchen, Janet was standing by the window, her head drooped over against the bright cretonne curtains. A tight little fist, knotted until the knuckles showed white, was pressed against her mouth. Her mind was a racing tumult of emotions—jealously, doubt, suspicion.

# x 2 4 HEN Bill had kissed her in the

hall, the first time, she had thought she noticed it. The second

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking ‘against the authoritative answers below: 1. May a note of condolence be written on a typewriter? 2. Should a business man whose wife is away dictate his letters to her? : 3. Is it good taste to begin a business letter with “Dear Friend”? 4. Shold one end a business letter in which a favor is asked with “Thanking you kindly”? 5. Should one close a letter to a newly made acquaintance with “Lovingly”?

What would you do if— A friend fails to answer your last letter— (A) Wait until he answers before feeling free to write again. (B) Write dnd down” for you? (C) Write him a newsy letter : and ask him some questions?

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1. It is much more personal if written by hand. 2. No! 3. No. . 4. No, say, “I should appreciate this very much.” . 5. No. “Sincerely yours” would be more appropriate under the circumstances.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(C). ~~ 2a

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time, she was positive. That perfume. The scent that Arline wore, elusive, alluring; unmistakable. She had always envied her that perfume, but somehow had refrained from ever asking its name. There was a certain superiority, an aloofness about Arline that made you feel such a question would be resented. There were other things about her that she had disliked, a certain familiarity she displayed around Bill, the way she looked in his eyes as he held a macth to her cigaret, the offhand manner in which she said, “Thanks, honey,” to him—a thousand and one other things that she overlooked because Bill never seemed to notice them. He had always been so devoted and loyal. There had never been the slightest reason to suspect.

” tJ 2 THER clouding doubts rushed in, little incidents she had noted and dismissed from her mind as unworthy suspicions when she knew she had such a true husband in Bill. There had been nights when he had phoned from the office, with a “Sorry, honey, but there’s work to be done tonight and I'll have to stay till late. Don't wait up for me.” She remembered a remark Laura had once made—“Does Arline live near you? I could swear I saw her driving Bill home in:her car, yesterday.” ; . 8 8 =

ILL had denied it, of - course. Said he came. home on the five-fifteen, as usual. And she had believed him, never given it a second thought. Oh, she could see it all so clearly, now. Mrs. Meyer, dropping in for a little chat on her way to the dressmaker’s, mentioning that she had seen Bill at noon, talking to Arline. A casual remark, tut Janet thought she remembered a queer look in her eyes at the time, a sort of pity. Probably they were all talking about her, Probably they all knew, and pitied her but hadn’t the heart to say anything. And now . . . Discovery would have to come on their wedding anniversary. Not that it mattered. What could marriage mean to her, now, after this? And Bill, apparently, had forgotten the day entirely. No mention of a present. Not even a card. 2 8 =»

ISTLESSLY she turned to the stove. Moving as if in a dream, she began taking up the. food, a task that had suddenly turned dull and hateful. Mechanically, she tested the coffee to see that it was done, turned the fire low in the oven to keep the roast warm, poked an exploring fork into the baked potatoes.

she turned. Someone was coming inside. She stepped into the hall. “Oh, it's you, Bill. I didn’t hear yofi go out. Where have you been?” He was grinning sheepishly. “Down to the drug store. I had to make a hurry-up trip. Didn't want you to miss me.” He's just remembered ow anniversary,. thought Janet. Now hell bring out a dollar box of chocolates. He came over close and thrust a packet into her hand. But it wasn't a box of chocolates. It was small and heavy.

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W JITH an attempt at gaiety, Jaret undid the wrappings and peeked into the little box. It held a tiny cut-glass bottle. “Perfume!” she cried. She sniffed it, suddeniy. Arline’s. The very same kind. But you—you didn’t get this at the drug store. I know because I've sniffed at every bottle there, dozens of times. Besides, you had it when you first came home. You fairly reeked of it.” “I still do,” he confessed. “You see, I asked Arline yesterday what she thought you'd like for an anniversary present, and she suggested a bottle of Paris Night. I brought it home in my ‘coat pocket, to surprise you. But when I jumped over the fence it hit the rail and cracked. That's why I went to the store—to put what was left in another bottle. I'm sorry, darling. My antics cost you a good ounce of verv precious perfume.” Tis sighed and snuggled close to m. “I don’t care she whispéred. “It brought me something much more precious than that.” ; THE END

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