Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 October 1937 — Page 20

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CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE—heroine, woman attorney. “- AMY KERR—Cilly’s roommate, murderer’s victim, JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly’s fiance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy’s visitor.

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SERGT. DOLAN—officer assigned to’

solve the murder of Amy Kerr,

Yesterday: Cilly decides to do a bit of “scouting’’ from the St. Ann Apartments. On her way to the roof she , meets the Corbetts and decides she doesn’t want to stop long in their apartment,

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN “g~NVMON, baby! One more lil drink with papa!” Tom Corbett swayed as he huhg over Cilly. Would he never let her go? She'd been there half an hour, and one by one the lights across the street were going out. If she stayed much longer, there would be nothing to see from the roof. Across the room, Mrs. Corbett was beginning to nod in her chair. Her words, as she babbled on, were thick, and every few minutes they trailed off to a vague nothingness. “No, no more, really!” Cilly insisted. She still sipped the first drink he had made for her. : ” EJ ”

HE stood up abruptly. She'd made a mistake coming here, all right, but she didn’t have to stay. One didn’t compromise with drunks. Quickly she walked to the door. Quickly, but not quite fast enough. Sensing her action, Corbett was

there first, arms outstretched, blocking the way. “So! You wanna run out on me, eh?” He enfolded her in his enormous arms. ' “Oh, no you don’t.”

Cilly struggled to free herself.

“Mr. Corbett!” she shouted. Back in the living room, his wife opened half an eye. “Whazzat, deary?” she inquired sleepily. “Whaju say?” Mr. Corbett let Cilly go. “’Scuse me,” he pleaded. ‘“’Scuse me. But don’t try to go yet. It's early! Lemme fix that drink.” t J ” ”

HOROUGHLY annoyed now, Cilly went back to the living room. Here was a nice predicament, she thought. Whatever possessed her to ring the Corbetts’

doorbell? She might have wailed downstairs until someone from the apartment came along, and then explain that she’d forgotten her key. She sat down beside Mrs. Corbett. The woman was not going to sleep, not if she could help it. “Mrs. Corbett,” she said, “I wantea to ask you something about Sunday night. . . .” “Sun-nay night? Oh, my Gawd!” She straightened, shuddered. “Don’ remin’ me. Sunday night. Tom was out West. Tom’s always out West. Travelin’ man, that’s my Tom.” She giggled foolishly now. “Travelin’ man. Tom, tell her ’bout that time . . . that time out West . . tell her, Tom . . .that time you—-" ” 2 8

“OQHUT up. Keep your mouth still!” Tom, standing in the kitchen doorway, looked menacingly at his wife. Mrs. Corbett waved her arms in a pathetically dramatic expression of submission. “0, K.” she grinned fatuously, but with condescension, “if you won't tell her, I will. I'll tell about that time you were out West—way, way out West. In . . . in . . . where was it, darlin’? Where were you that time . » In three quick strides her husband was at her side. “Shut up, I told you!” he shouted. “Shut up! ¥ou talk too much. Why don’cha go to bed? Go to bed!” “No! I'm gonna tell , , .»

ILLY jumped to her feet. In another second, she could see, Corbett might strike his wife. She wanted to escape and now. “Mr. Corbett,” she said with determination, “I'm going home, and if you try to stop me, I'm going to screech until every policeman in Brooklyn gets here. And there have been ultogether too many policemen around here lately.” The man’s mouth dropped in sulky He slumped into a chair, waved his drink in the air.’ “Gwan home,” he said gruffly. “Who asked you over anyway? Gwan home. Who cares?”

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ILLY breathed a deep sigh of relief as she closed the Corbett door behind her. What people! And what a curious contradiction Mrs. Corbett was—a mild, nervous little woman one day; coarsely drunk the next. She wondered what the story was that the woman had tried to tell her—the story of Mr. Corbett’s experience out West—‘way, way out West.” And why was he so intensely set on not having it told? She unlatched the door to the roof and stepped out. Slowly she closed it behind her, careful lest it

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slam. She took a deep breath, before she stepped forward toward the edge. It was dark as pitch; there were no stars in the sRy, and no lights from ships in the bay. Just two nights before Amy had stepped forward like this, gay and confident; but it was eternal darkness into which Amy had stepped. Cilly trembled inwardly; her feet refused to move. She swallowed hard, then she forced herself forward, step by step. » ” s UDDENLY, as she stood beside the three-foot wall inclosing the roof, she wondered just what she expected to discover. Now that she was here, the whole trip seemed utter folly. , : Nevertheless, she brought forth the opera glasses and adjusted them to her vision. First, she focused them upon the empty apartment 5-B. This was where she really hoped to find something. A flash of light, perhaps, or the flicker of a candle . . . anything to indicate that someone might be using the apartment as a hideout. But there was nothing. The windows of both empty apartments—5-B and 3-B— loomed black and vacant. ; Down she looked into the; ving room of 2-B. Mr. and Mrs.“Smith sat at opposite ends of the divan, Mr. Smith reading a magazine, Mrs. Smith knitting. Next door, Mrs. Elliot’s apartment was dark. The light from a street lamp showed nothing unusual here. Mrs. Elliot was still = Connecticut, visiting her daugher. Above in 3-A, there were no lights. That was the. Carruthers’. apartment; they were in Bermuda.

N 4-A, Cilly saw the Downeys, mother and daughter, getting ready for bed. Trusting souls, they did not draw the shades. They appeared to be arguing, but what mother and daughter do not argue? No murder clews in that homely scene. Cilly shifted the glasses to the apartment above the Hunters’. Here was another intimate bedroom scene, with the shades up. Did nobody pull down the bedroom shades any more? Perhaps it was only necessary for those like her, Cilly thought, who lived on the first floor. Honest people did not consider the fact that prying neighbors might peer into their lives through opera glasses. . There were twin beds in the Hunter boudoir. Mrs. Hunter turned down one, then she disappeared into the hallway. Mr. Hunter sat dreamily on the foot of his bed, running his fingers through his hair. Soon his wife returned, placed a thermos jug on the night table between the beds and kissed him goodnight. She climbed into her own bed.

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HEN Mr. Hunter rose, walked over to the hall and disappeared. Cilly stared in wonderment. Mr. Hunter, paralyzed from the waist down, was walking about his own bedroom! Eagerly she watched for him to return. In a moment he was back; walking erect and firm. He crossed the room to a bureau, picked up an alarm clock and wound it. Then once more, he walked over to the doorway and switched off the light. Cilly saw no more.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

FATHER'S DAY—By Louise Wielandy

HEN he had placed his daughter’s nervously cold hand into Jay’s, Henry stepped back to his place beside Laura. Words in the minister’s deep voice rolled over him, sounding echoes far back .in his memory. A phrase stood out— “to love and to cherish in sickness and in health—" He glanced at Laura. Had a lifetime been spent in quest of that promised bond? A murmur spread through the room as Eleanor turned for her husband’s kiss. Henry pushed forward, trying to find words, but succeeded only in patting Eleanor’s shoulder before he was jostled aside. He. stood a few moments watching the eager friends, then quietly moved away, hoping to find some spot in his spacious apartment where he might relax. Laura discovered him in the hall. “Really, Henry, just this one important day you might make an effort to be agreeable. Can't you keep up appearances for Eleanor’s sake?” ” ” # OCILELY he followed her, musing upon the shrewd wisdom of women. For how long had he been bent to Laura’s will, or her mother's, or her brother's, “for Eleanor’s sake?” They had all slyly turned the love he bore his lovely child to their own ends and he had let them, knowing they thought him a fool, but not caring. And now that tie was out, for he had put Eleanor’s hand into Jay’s, and there it was safe! Now he was free! Laura pushed him into place in the family line for the reception. Henry mumbled to a procession of faces he scarcely knew, for most of the guests were Laura's friends— there seemed never to have been time for his friends. When Eleanor went to the stairway to throw her bouquet everyone pushed forward, and Laura forgot to watch her husband. He went to his room where Jay was changing suits.

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“QOME reception,” Jay greeted him. “But I guess we can take it once in our lives, eh?” “The women like this sort of thing. All set?’ “Yes. Eleanor tell you where we're going?” Henry said “No” too quickly, as though the admission did not hurt. “Well, it’s no secret to you folks.

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I supose she told her mother. But I wrote the address for you.” Henry pocketed the card, pleased. Jay was all right. “Now, don’t take this wrong, Jay, but I want you kids to have a fine trip. ..."” : Jay was slow to take the proffered check. “But you've already given us so much. , .. I'll be awfully good to her, sir.” “Don’t be!” Henry said sharply. As the younger man stared in surprise, he went on. “Listen, Jay, I know you'll be good to her. But don’t be too good—don’t spoil her.” As if he and Laura had not already done a good job of that! He struggled for words, this lawyer who dealt with them so skilfully in masterful briefs. “Jay, marriage is pretty much give and take. Don't do all the giving. Eleanor loves you, she’ll want to give, too. her” He stopped, lowered his eyes swiftly, afraid of betrayal. Well, Jay was no fool. Perhaps he knew, anyway. ” ” ” ENRY made his way upstairs to Eleanor’s room. She came to him and he held her loveliness briefly, then, “Look out for my hat,” she cried, pushing him off. “All ready?” he asked, feeling, foolish before the interested bridesmaids. “Just about. leave, now ——" She loked away, with a quick glance around the room--her room with the expensive furnishings that she had changed yearly, to her whim. Well, it was worth it, Henry told himself. Making the old car do, not joining the club, taking fewer fishing trips—all the things he had given up for her sake were worth it. She had been happy, had loved her home. He read that now in her farewell

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gered on her spaniel, being petted by one of the girls. “Dad, take care of Rusty for me.” ® ” JB AURA pushed by Henry to take * her “baby” in her arms. He saw that the two of them were about to cry. He felt useless and uncomfortable, so he withdrew and stood alone downstairs until the young couple appeared. After they were gone with the boisterous sendoff of rice and confetti and shouting, he went to his room. As he changed his. clothes he found pictures sliding across the screen of his memory—Eleanor at all ages. It was like turning the pages of a complete album. Then, as he began to fill two shabby suitcases with the few possessions he held dear, Henry luxuriated in an imaginary drama. “Now that Eleanor is gone,” he would say, “we will give up this apartment.” Laura would, of course, point out that it would be a task to find another with so many bedrooms. “But we won't be needing so many,” Henry would say. “For years I have supported your mother, though she has an adequate independent income. But she had to live with us ‘to help raise Eleanor. Well, that’s over. And Toby can get a job or curb his tastes to his mother’s means, I don't care which.” Laura would probably flare back that if he meant to put her people out, she’d go with them. They had gotten so far apart, he and Laura. » » ”

ENRY sighed. Talk—it never settled anything for him. Perhaps he was a base coward, but he meant to go now without confronting Laura. He snapped the locks on his bags and by exercising extreme caution. managed to get them ‘through the door without noise. He made the kitchen on tiptoe and stopped to stuff a bit of wedding cake in. his mouth. When he had made the fair young Laura his bride

lhe had never suspected that he

would be leaving her like this one day. Where lay the fault? How had they fallen into this intolerable way of living? He sighed, but moved to the door. Now he could go fishing as mych as he liked! It would be fine up at the lake. Rusty barked as he opened the back door. Something was wrong with the dog. She did not jump at him as she. always had. Tenderly Henry moved the whimpering dog into the kitchen. Someone had let her out, and now her leg was broken. 5 - The dog’s big eyes expressed relief as Henry picked up his two bags and started back for the house. He would unpack later. He must get the veterinary at once. . . .

THE END The characters in this story are fictitious.

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