Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 October 1937 — Page 38

CAST OF CHARACTERS PRISCILLA PIERCE — Heroine, woman nttorney. AMY KERR — Cilly’'s roommate and murderer’s victim. JIM KERRIGAN—Cilly's fiancee. HARRY HUTCHINS — Amy's strange visitor, SERGT. DOLAN—Officer assigned to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.

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Yesterday: The case against Kerrigan suddenly crumbles when the Perrys return to reveal that they took him to the airport Sunday night at the time of the murder. So Dolan and Cilly agree to work ‘‘together” on the case henceforth.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ILLY went into the bedroom and picked up the little gadget for which she had searched through her lower bureau drawer. a small dressmaker’s awl, used years ago by her mother for marking out patterns. All along it had been a perfectly useless thing; Cilly kept it only against the possibility that it might come in handy some time. This was the time, The little gadget not only marked off patterns very nicely, but a long time ago Cilly had found out that

it cut glass without any effort and |

without any crash or splintering. It was going to serve that purpose now, for Cilly was going housebreaking. Sergt. Dolan might have his compunctions about ransacking other people's homes, as he put it, but Cilly did not share them. Her best

friend had been murdered, and now, |

although Jim ‘was out from the shadow of guilt, the murderer was still at large. of the tenants,

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HE first ‘was Mrs. Elliot's. It was curious about her. For an old lady, she showed very little interest in & neighborhood sensation. She must have seen the glaring headlines in the newspapers; Connecticut was not so far away. She must have recoghized the pictures of her own apartment house, even if she did not intend to read the story. Then why hadn't she come back? Or could it be possible that she Knew a great deal about the affair, and that she wanted to remain in hiding? If so, there should be some indication of that in her apartment, Cilly meant to find out.

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T would be verv simple. The fire escape from Cilly’s bedroom led directly to the bedroom above. There was no street light outside the bedroom. She could very easily climb up without being noticed, for trees outside would hide her completely. More than that: The rain which had come down in torrents all day had settled to a drizzle now, and there was a thick fog coming in from the ocean. It was a perfect night for a second-story job. Cilly felt more elated over the adventure than frightened. True, she had never broken into anvone's house before, but some sixth sense promised her that she would discover the secret to the entire mystery tonight. It had to be in one of the apartments above; if not in Mrs. Elliot's, then in the Carruthers’ on the third floor.

She wrapped herself in her dark |

raincoat, then pulled the waterproof hat down over her hair. The dressmaker's gadget she slipped into her pocket, then turning out the light in her bedroom, she quietly let herself out on the fire escape. She closed the window behind her, to keep the rain out of her own room, but she very. carefully left it up from the bottom about one inch. That was | room enough to slip her fingers un- | derneath and open it again from the | outside, should she come back by way of the fire escape. The flimsy iron framework shook as she put her full weight on it, and for one terrible instant she feared that it would not hold her. But apparently it was strong enough. Slow- | ly, step by step, she climbed to the | fioor above, carefully feeling her way | lest she slip on the wet metal. Eight | steps took her halfway up, then she turned on the small platform to ascend the second half of the flight. It was like walking on greased glass.

* uw = | HE hesitated a moment as she | finally reached the window of] Mrs. Elliot’s bedroom, and tried to pierce the gloom within the room. True, there might be & murderer hiding in there, under the bed, or in the clothes closet

at the side. But Cilly did not think | So now. Fearlessly she peered through the window only to get] a glimpse of the room’s lavout. | Then she took the dressmaker’s | tool out of her pocket. Very carefully she cut a semi- | circle in the pane of glass directly above the window's catch—just| enough so that she could slip her| fingers through and wunlatch the window. Some day, she thought | with & smile, she would confess | to Mr. Johnson and offer to pay | for the broken window pane. The small semicircle of glass fell to the floor within the room and splintered with a resounding crash. But it could not have been heard | anywhere except in the apartment below, and that was her own. Cilly | unlocked the window and raised it slowly. An instant later, she slid over the sill, careful not to tread on the broken glass at her feet. She wished she had brcught a flashlight, but she did not own one. She looked carefully at the window | shade. . . . Good! It was as she had hoped. The windows were equipped with two sets cf shades, light and dark, for this apartment faced the south and the sun shone in brightly all day. She pulled down | both sets of shades; now she could | turn on the light with little fear of | being seen from the outside. | In the full glare of the overhead | fixture, the room looked bare and | cold. Tt lacked the cozy homeliness | one usually associates with old] ladies’ TOOMS. There were nNoO| magazines on the end table, no| intimate snapshots of nieces or nephews or grandchildren, mo snuggly cushions. . . .

NILLY started on the chest of | drawers. One after another

¢ each drawer, and her she opened They

It ‘was |

If he were not one | there were two | apartments where he might hide]

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even newspaper covering on the bot(tom. Had Mrs. Elliot moved out (completely, bag and baggage, as had Mrs. Wheeler? . Next she looked into the clothes closet. Would this, too, be empty? But no, there were clothes here. Typical old ladies’ clothes. A black silk dress, bf no particular style. A plain cloth coat, of & slightly rusty black. | A muslin slip hung on a wall bracket. Black oxfords, very large black oxfords, looking not unlike a pair of man’s dress shoes, lay on the floor Cilly looked again. {must be something else . this [was only one complete outfit. Did (Mrs. Elliot have no other clothes? | And where were her ' underthings, her house dresses? She opened the | door wider, to see deeper into the feloset . . Here was

Surely there

something! Another coat, it appeared. Cilly brought ‘it out to the light. Why, it was & man’s coat! A man's topcoat! Cilly felt suddenly panic-stricken. | Here was the solution to the mys- | tery. Here in Mrs. Elliot's apart- | ment, This. was where a& man had | been hiding out . . . and Mrs. El[liot must have known him, else he would not have the temerity to hang his topcoat in her closet. | Mrs. Elliot knew ‘who the mur- | derer was. That was why she was | remaining in Connecticut, until all the excitement had died down . . . | * ® Ww

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Cilly froze with terror. Where was the man now? How soon would [it be until he returned and found

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ther there? Perhaps any (now, she would see him. She would | be face to face with the murderer of Amy Kerr. And she would be just as helpless as Amy had been up there on the roof. . . . If she waited long enough, she would discover him. But what good would it be to her, if she never lived to accuse him? Quickly she put the topcoat back into the closet. Her hand shook violently. She knew only one thing: That she wanted to get out of this apartment and downstairs just as fast as ever she could. She did not | dare go out into the other rooms to | search for more clues. She would [call Sergt. Dolan immediately and (let him do that . | Somewhere a board creaked sud{denly. Cilly spun around and stared | outside, into the darkness that was [the living room beyond. She could | see nothing. She stood still for one [dreadful moment. She ‘must go {over to the doorway and switch off the light, vet she hesitated. For | some reason she didn't want to be {left in that dark bedroom to find her way back to the fire escape. And even as she thought this, her eves widened in horror. She fried [to scream, yet the ‘very breath [choked in her throat. For a man's {hand—a large, powerful hand— | reached in from the living room and [turned off the light instead. The next instant, she felt tha! {hand around her throat, and she | was dimly conscious of the odor of

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TRADITION—By &. C. Coler

i ELIA WARREN was a singer of great ability. She could also do | & fairly creditable dance if the | occasion called for it, which was not | so infrequently. Her mother had

been in the profession before her. |

In fact, some of the earliest recollections Lelia were of backstage life, of constant

| traveling with one act or another,

ing in succession with almost clocklike regularity, Sometimes Lelia hated the life. What, she asked herself on these

| occasions, does it all add up to? A had matured. and Lelia was a de- |

| life spent entertaining other people, of giving so much of yourself that | you were too tired to be entertained by someone else. It might be better to put it all behind, get a job as a clerk in a store or some- | think like that.

last very long for Lelia. The feel of an audience was the breath of life to her—it seemed almost as though her real life was in performing, and anything away from a stage was just acting. And then she got into another branch of the business, more from accident than anything else. ... She was playing a split week in Newark just to keep things going | until something better turned up. A | scout for one of the better agents chanced to be in the audience and caught her performance. He was | backstage and waiting for her be- | fore she was even off. u » ”

| “UTS the chance of a lifetime for

i vou, Miss Warren,” | ton is sinking plenty into this new

club in New York. He could use a girl like you to sing. And if TI do

say so myself, you wouldn't hurt the |

atmosphere of the place either. You've got class!”

She had natural red-gold hair, |

wide-set blue eyes, a short, pert nose above & positively mouth. Lelia gave little thought to these things, and in her world not many persons bothered to comment on them. She felt flattered.

“Is it a steady job and what is |

the salary?” she asked. The scout laughed. ‘The job is good as long as the club lasts, which will be plenty long. And the salary won't be peanuts, either, Miss Warren. Lloyd Brockton isn’t used to keeping mothballs

in his bank roll!” The more Leila |

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Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. What is wrong with the introduction “Mr. James, this is Miss Moore"? 2. Is “I want you to know” a less formal introduction than “May 1 present?”? 3. May a person who has been introduced to another say “I'm happy to make your acquaintance’? 4. If you are introducing a youhg married woman and & much older unmarried woman whose name should be spoken first? 5. In introducing a woman and a Catholic priest is it correct to present her to him?

What would you do if—Someone wants to introduce to you a person in whom you have no interest— A. Say, “I don't have the least desire to meet him”? B. Show the stranger by & disinterested acceptance of the introduction that you are not interested in him? C. Acknowledge the introduction graciously?

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| thought it over, the better it seemed.

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: : : | ing for Brockton, aithough he had | | with fat times and lean times com- |

| The years had been almost too |

| freshness she possessed when she |

These low spots usually didn't | Who attended t | above purpose.

'nights he practically haunted the | { place. Tt seemed almost as though | | Roger had taken out a permanent | lease on the table nearest to the |

the scout | | pointed out to her. ‘Lloyd Brock- |

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a new night club now.

(kind to Lelia. The beauty and |

had first come to work at the club |

Roger Breen was one of the many | he place for the | After the first two |

| indeed.

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she | | answered him, “you can offer me

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enchanting |

] A | | ‘everything, clothes, a fine home, a |

cultured life. T appreciate it, but I have my doubts. It's like going into | another dimension for me to step | (out of all this into your way of | | living.” | Roger naturally put forth plenty | of good arguments for his cause. “All right, but on one Sundises Lelia stipulated. “I must have the | ‘right to do exactly as I please, | whatever it is. I've made it alone | too long to be dependent upon any- | one.” “Lelia, anything you say goes. | | When will-we have the wedding?” | Roger agreed. The night Lelia left | the club it was entirely reserved for | a huge farewell party. Tears came | [to Lelia's eves—and to Brockton's, | | too. But she felt she was doing the | | wise thing. | >» OR almost two years Leila and Roger led an ideal existence. | They traveled, went everywhere, | consorted with all the best people! |on two continents. And then Lelia | | began to get a worried look about | her eyes in unguarded moments. | ‘But it wasn't until she bagan going | off after dinner alone almost every night, sans explanation, that Roger | began to worry. It couldn't be that she had met | someone else! Roger was a man | of his word—he never asked a thing | or mentioned her absences. But] | still it had him down momentarily. He knew that at last. He decided | to visit his old friend Brockton and {ask his advice. If anyone knew | Lelia and her ways of doing things | it would be Brockton! | Tt was while he was waiting in | Brockton's office that he heard | Lelia’s unmistakable voice. He | looked out upon the floor. You've | guessed it—it really was Lelia out there under the blue baby spot, | happily singing away. Roger smiled. | Lelia wasn't unfaithful to him or | to her promise. | Roger was an understandable | man. He knew that at last, and (not surprisingly, tradition had caught up with Lelia! | THE END | The characters in this story are fctitious,

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OMETIMES industrial complaints arise simply from the limitations of the human body. In a British bakery there was a girl whose job it was to smell every egg after it was opened and before it was used. After one hour of egg smelling she found it impossible to continue the work. Operators of pneumatic hammers in the stone-cutting industry find that their fingers may be affected by the continuous vibration.

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