Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 October 1937 — Page 14

CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE-heroine, woman attorney. AMY KERR-Cilly's murderer's vietim, JIM KERRIGAN-—Cilly's finance. HARRY HUTCHINS—Amy's strange visitor, SERGT. DOLAN-—officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr,

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Yesterday: Mrs. Downey reveals that A man whispered to Mrs. Wheeler in the hall an hour or so after the murder of Amy Kerr. By pletures she identifies him as Harvey Ames.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO FTER the investigation, Cilly waited for the others to leave in order that she might see Sergt. Dolan alone. She felt that she should fry, at least, to correct the false impression Mr. Corbett had given of her, But Dolan himself was the first to leave the room; later Detective Martin told her that he

might be out for the remainder of the day.

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late that afternoon, she found Mr. Johnson standing in front. “Good evening, Miss Pierce,” the superintendent greeted, “I was sort of hoping you'd come along, Can I see you for a few minutes?”

“QURELY, Mr. Johnson. Come in." She wondered if his memory of the tenant from Salt Lake City had cleared. He brought the matter up as soon as they were inside her apartment, “It's about that tenant from the West, Miss Pierce. The one , ., .” “You remember who it was?” “I found out. I remembered it was a trunk that came from there, so this afternoon I went through the trunk room downstairs and checked the labels. It was Mr, Carruthers’. It came here direct from the Hotel Utah in Salt Lake City.”

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ILLY took off her hat and tossed « 1t on the divan, “Mr. Carruthers! she repeated. But that meant nothing. . . . The Carruthers were in Bermuda; Detective Martin had verified that, “They're still away?” she asked Johnson absently, knowing in vance the answer. “Yes, They won't be back until Sunday. Mr, Carruthers told me they were going to spend his full two weeks’ vacation in Bermuda.” Cilly looked earnestly at the superintendent. “Mr, Johnson,” she asked gravely, “are you sure nobody could be hiding out in their apartment?” “Positive, Miss Pierce,” he stated with conviction. “That youhg detective—Martin—went through the place with me on Monday. 1 stop in every day to see that everything is all right—Mrs. Carruthers asked me to do that—and I'd be sure to notice if anybody'd been staying there.”

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EARILY, Cilly sat down. “That puts us right back where we started,” she said. couldn't very well

“Mr, Carruthers have thrown away those newspapers. . . . Well, thank you anyway, Mr. Johnson.” She smiled gratefully. The superintendent seemed reluctant to leave, He took his pipe out of a back pocket, toyed with it nervously for a moment, then replaced it. Finally he spoke, a little hesitantly: “Miss Pierce , . thing else—" “Yes, Mr. Johnson?" “It's about the other morning. . +» I don’t know how to tell you. Those books you saw. . . .” Cilly nodded. “Dolan asked me a lot of questions about them today. I guess he thinks I'm insane. But I didn't tell him. .I won't tell the police, and have it all in the papers. It's different with you, Miss Pierce. I'd like to explain to you—" “The police should know, Johnson, if it do—"

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OHNSON held up his hand in alarm. “It hasn't anything to do with the murder, Miss Pierce. I swear it. You can check up for yourself, if you don't believe me. I know you won't let it get into the papers. . . « t's my wife ‘She's— she's not quite well, Miss Pierce.” “I'm sorry, Mr, Johnson. Terribly sorry. I didn’t know you had a wife.” “She's been—away. It's almost 10 years now. We had a baby, and it lived only a few days. Then it

wife's mind . over it. know how to help her.

got those books to study. times I think it might just be one little thing . one little word, perhaps, which might bring her back ... something which the doce tors haven't thought of. The trouble came so sudden-like, you see. There must be something to bring her back . + If we could only find it.” :

ene were tears in his eyes, . Which he hastened to brush away with a work-roughened hand. Cilly's heart went out to the man. “I won't mention what you have told me, Mr. Johnson,” she promised. “I hope you won't, Miss Pierce,” he said, appealingly. “I never spoke to anybody about this before. T don't want it to get around. When my wife gets better, it won't help any to have it known that she's been away all these years. « « « Well, if there's anything else I can do, Miss Pierce . . .” He started to leave. “Oh, yes, Mr. Johnson, there is something else. Remember what I said this morning, down at police headquarters, about Mr. Hunter?” “You mean about seeing him walk last night?” “Yes. That was the truth, Mr. Johnson. I went over on the roof across the way just to watch the Bayview. What I really hoped to see was somebody in one of the empty apartments. It just happened that I met Mr. Corbett first —he was drunk, and very unpleasant. . . .” Johnson nodded. “He looked that sort of a man.” “However, I did see Mr. Hunter walking about his bedroom just as sure as I see you now, He's faking this paralysis, for some reason, and I'm going to find out why. What time do you usually

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take him up on the roof, Mr, John son?” “He's up there now. up about 15 minutes came along.” “Then Mrs. Hunter is alone now, probably washing the supper dishes, I think I'll go up to see her.”

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FEW minutes later, Mrs, Hunter came to the door of her apartment in answer to Cilly's ring. When she saw who it was, she stepped back, startled. entered, shutting the door behind

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her, “I'd like to talk to you about your husband, rs. Hunter,” she said unhesitatingly. “I've nothing to tell you!" the woman cried in terror. “You should be ashamed of yourself, making trouble for decent people. You've no right in my apartment, , ,. I'll tell my husband. ...” Cilly walked boldly into the living room and sat down. “Why don't you call for your husband now?” she asked. “You might alarm him unexpectedly, so that he'll come running down to see what the trouble is. That would prove my story nicely.” Mrs, Hunter did not cry out, hows [ever, But she was frightened, terribly frightened. Cilly felt a little sorry for her, but she steeled herself, » 1 » I" HERE'S been a murder coms mitted in this house, Mrs. Hunter,” she reminded the woman. “And the murderer is one of the men living here, Your husband was the nearest to the roof last Sunday night, ..." Mrs, Hunter began to cry hys- | terically, “My husband is no murderer,” she sobbed. “He never killed that girl. He never hurt anybody in his life, no matter what else....” “No matter what else he did?” Cilly finished for her, “What is | his other crime then, Mrs, Hunter?

| OF wes an insurance company?”

It was & blind stab in the dark; | at the moment Cilly did not know | herself what prompted the words. They hit home, nevertheless. Mrs. Hunter paled; she drew in | her breath with a sharp gasp. Her

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throat, were shaking convulsively, “You can't prove it!” she cried hoarsely. "A dozen doctors all examined him, ..."” “But this isn't a matter of fraud now, Mrs, Hunter,” Cilly pursued relentlessly. “This is murder, And the doctors who might believe my testimony would be doubly careful in their examinations, ,.."”

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RS. HUNTER wilted. Beseechingly she held her hands out to Cilly, “Don't testify, Miss, Tl tell you about it, but I beg of you, don't let them think my husband is a murderer, He was in his bed when it happened, I swear ft!” “Why does he pretend to be a helpless cripple when he isn't?” Gradually the woman's sobs sube sided; she began to speak more calmly, “My husband was out of work, and we were up against it. One week we hadn't had food for three days, He was frantic, Late that third night he was coming home, when right in front of our house a big car came tearing down the street, All of a sudden, it hit a dog and killed him, The driver swerved, and kept on going. He hit my husband, I saw it from the win dow. I screamed and ran out, Somewhere down the street, the police got the driver of the car, He was s0 drunk he couldn't stand up. It made my husband wild with anger. He hadn't eaten for three days, and this man could go around in a $10,000 car endangering other people's lives and property. » » » " R. HUNTER had studied medicine, 80 when the young intern on the ambulance arrived, it was easy to make out he was paraslyzed, So easy, in fact, that he kept up the pretense. The young fellow who ran him down settled for $50,000, He'll never miss it—his father left him $4,000,000. We live here quietly, because the man's lawyers still check up on my husband, But sometimes we go away on little trips and my husband doesn't have to pretend. . . . Oh, I know {t's wrong . . . but what does it matter to that man? He should have been taught a lesson, ,, .”

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(To Be Continued)

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FLORIDA SNOW-—By Bebe Lever Luce

ULIA ROGERS resolutely kept «J her glance averted from Sam Todd's tanned young bigness so she wouldn't have to meet his stormy blue eyes as he glared at her across the counter. “Then you refuse to step on that termite, Ray Morrison?” Sam dug in his pocket for the necessary change, savagely slapped it down on the check which Julia shoved in front of him, then jerked his long body from the stool. “So what?” Julia prompted with dangerous quietness, She scooped |the two dimes and one nickel from | the counter, rang up the sale and dumped the money into the cash drawer, “So, you and I are through,” Sam said with an ominous calmness that matched her own,

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ULIA asked disdainfully, carefully brushing imaginary crumbs from the immaculate counter: “Why put on an act, Sam? You know very well that before the Orange Blossom Special goes through here this evening, you'll be back trying to make up with me—as you always do.” “Not this time,” Sam said with a finality that sent a chill creeping along her spine. “I'll ask you to be my girl agaih when——" he paused, searching his mind for the exact word that would best emphasize the permanency of their parte ing, and finally selected, “when there's snow in Florida!” ‘Then, with something like death in her heart, Julia watched him stalk through the doorway and climb into the driver's seat of a shiny new taxicab, which, after saving up for four years, he had bought only that day. . » ” » HREE weeks before, the proverbial il! wind had blown Ray Morrison into the little lunchroom

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 man raise his hat to a woman when he offers a seat in a public car? 2. When a man and woman are entering a street car or bus, which one goes first? 3. May a woman he the first to suggest that a man call on her? 4. After a man has been introduced to a woman with whom he thinks he would be acceptable company, may he be the first to suggest that he call? 5. Should a man smoke a pipe on a formal occasion?

What would you do if— You are a woman and you drop a glove while you sit talking to a man? He does not immediately pick it up— (A) Reach for it yourself? (B) Wait until you are ready to leave and quietly pick it up? (C) When you are ready to leave say, “I must have dropped, a glove . ..”

Answers

1. Yes. 2. Woman, but man alights first. 3. Yes. 4, Yes, 5. No.

Best “What Would You Do” solution—(C) will give him the hint, otherwise (B).

where Julia handed out sande wiches, coffee and glib talk to her Pop's customers, Oozing his 283 pounds of flabbiness onto a stool, Ray leaned toward Julia and said admiringly, “No foolin’, baby, you've gotta face that even a passport photographer couldn't mess

1p. And Julia had parried easily. “Seems to me I've heard something like that before.” “Maybe Lady Luck wasn't riding on the front seat of my car when the old man sent me down to this burg to establish a branch office here!” Ray had exulted, and from then on ate his daily “three squares” at Pop's. Not only that, but he rounded up all of his new cronies as well as every traveling salesman that blew into town and hustled them over to Pop's for a snack. And presently the little lunchroom was the busiest eating place in Gibbstown.

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"ULIA forced her miserable young eyes from the doorway through which Sam had disappeared, and recalled how painstakingly she had explained all this to him, but jealousy had distorted his perspective and he just couldn't see Ray as a Good Samaritan, but rather as a fat, sleek wolf in a palm beach suit and Panama hat. Julia clenched her small fists and vowed she wouldn't go back on Ray for all the Sam Todds in the world; Ray, who had done so much for Pop, who wasn't really her father at all, but a dear, kind old man who had adopted her when she was left an orphan 12 years before. By suppertime everybody in Giibbstown knew that Sam Todd and Julia Rogers had “split up.” They all thought it was a “burnin’ shame,” for Sam was “a fine, hardworkin’ young feller who was sure to make his mark in the world,” and Julia was “a grand, sweet young-un, if there ever was one,” Nobody considered it likely that they'd ever “make up,” for not once in all of Sam’s 23 years had anyone known him to change his mind, once he'd reached a definite decision. And, of course, there wasn't any possibility of its ever showing way down here in South Florida.

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NE torenoon, three months after Julia's and Sam's “splitup,” Pop was cleaning fish in the little yard behind the lunchroom. When the 12 o'clock whistle in Jake Marsh's sawmill blew, and Pop didn't come in for his dinner, Julia went out to round him up. She found him sitting on the ground, his gray head against the trunk of a big palm tree, his lips smiling faintly, and she suddenly realized that one of Pop's predictions had come true; that from now on he'd be ‘“takin’ it easy.” ! She fully expected that Sam would forget their feud, at least long enough to attend Pop's funeral. But the day passed without his putting in an appearance, and a week later she sold the lunchroom to Mrs. Sadie Deanne, a buxom widow, then packed her things preparatory to shaking the sand of Gibbstown out of her shoes forever. “I sure wish you'd stay an’ help me with this here lunchroom,” Mrs. Deanne said wistfully on the evening of Julia's intended departure, “You'll find it awful cold in Atlanta. I heard over the radio that it's been a-snow-in’ steady up there ever since yesterday.” ” » 5 HEN Julia finally stepped from the warm little lunchroom into the chill of the early winter night, she discovered that a shiny new car was drawn up in front of the building and beside it stood a big young man dressed in a khaki uniform. “Taxi, lady?” he asked, tipping his cap as she came abraast of him. It was Sam Todd's voice. But before she could say anything, he grabbed the two bags from her hands, tossed them into the back of the cab, then swept her from her feet and deposited her on the

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driver's seat, her. “Where are you taking me?” Julia presently asked in a faint but hopeful voice. “To the depot. That's where you wanted to go, isn't it?” Her heart plunged sickeningly, for she had expected an entirely different answer. But not giving her time to reply, he turned his head slightly and said, “I couldn't come to poor old Pop's funeral, as I was laid up with a bad case of flu, Tonight's my first time out in over three weeks. I heard you were leaving town this evening, and I wanted to say good-by.” After that, neither of them spoke a single word until they reached the station. But when she started inside to buy her ticket, he caught hold of her arm and steered over to the track where No. 5, which made a 15-minute stop in Gibbstown to let the north-bound Orange Blossom Special go through, was still ‘wait-

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By Dr, Morris Fishbein

American Medical Journal Editor ORE than 6000 people in the United States die every year from cancers of the intestines and the rectum. About 5000 people die every year of cancers of the kidney,

the bladder and the prostate. Another 5000 die of sarcomas, the type of cancer that affects the bones and the muscles. In every one of these cases every thing depends on finding out as soon as possible the nature of the growth, People with cancers of the intestines and the rectum frequently find the material excreted from the body discolored by blood, either fresh or old, They suffer occasionally from gas formation and may be greatly troubled with action of the bowels, These cancers may spread in the

y. Without attention, the person with a cancer of the intestines or the rectum will die quite promptly. But a surgical operation may prolong life for years. New methods of operation, particularly the use of electric surgery, have been developed.

XACTLY as cancers of the bowels may indicate their presence by the appearance of blood in the excretions, so also will cancers of the kidney, bladder and prostate sometimes indicate that something may be wrong by a reddish appearance of the urine, Of course, there may be pain which is always a warning signal,

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control pain by taking sedatives or narcotics instead of finding out what causes the pain. A sharp pain in any portion of the body is a warning that something must be wrong. You cannot stop the growth of a cancer by taking something that will merely relieve the pain. Of greatest importance in relationship to all of these types of cancer is the use of the X-ray as a means of early diagnosis. Cancer cannot be diagnosed with certainty from the history of the patient alone. In making the diagnosis every modern method possible should be employed.

ing. He pointed to the roe of one of the coaches, which was covered with something that looked like a fleecy, white blanket. All at once her eves began to shine. “It's snow, Sam,” she whispered wonderingly. “Snow in Florida!” THE END

The characters In this story ure fictitious. (Copyright, 1937, United Feature Syndicate)

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They think he is the greatest living Democrat.—Governor Earle of Pennsylvania, after trip abroad, summarizes President Roosevelt's popularity in Europe,

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Who should go to college? Every potential leader—and no one else.— Dr. BE. H. Wilkins, president, Oberlin

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I think it . . . impertinent that American showmen come over here

they buy cigarets.—Lord Kinnoull, London, after publication of ad for six nobles for Broadway show,

The rapidly mounting number of accidents due to drunken drivers is driving us back to prohibition. Jack Hay of Youngstown, ©. gas dealers’ organization.

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