Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 November 1939 — Page 14

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AN * ll ~~ By TOM HORNER || “Stree 0 ¥ | = CAST OF CHARACTERS y . : : - ARNOLD BENTHORNE—Five persons . wished him dead. 3 + HELEN BENTHORNE—His charming Young wife. ; 2 . .WILLIAM ' ALSTON—Benthorne’s fa- ’ ther-in-law and business associate. ~~. JOEY ‘DI TORIO—Night club owner 2 4 / == 1 and gangster. - ; Lk Te J / LEI FE / : . s 4 NAL ARA JOHNSON—The mystery girl. WJ Kk. A ’ : 3 MAY - ».. JOHN DOUGLAS—A young mining en- y | ‘gineer, in love with Ara. Ck ..- CAPT; DAWSON — A detective who _ likes to listen. : YESTERDAY: Capt. Dawson begins the investigation * after Benthorne’s murder. He hears that the door to Benthorne’s teem was blocked by a heavy chair, that there was some delay in getting into

* the house. Searching the wastebasket, he : finds Benthorne’s last note.

~ “ “FLYNN READ ON, in speechless : 5 J nm & . : ] \ h sf ‘amazement. When he had finished, | | atm - LE un § | ; = iN : P he handed the paper back to Cap-; ; _ 7 if “He named five of them, Captain. Only Mrs. Benthorne and “Mr. Alston were here. Now all you _ have to do is find out which one—" “Are you sure the other three were not here, Flynn?” Dawson shot at him. “Joey di Torio, ‘Big Red, _ and a woman named Ara?. The| way you and Krone were letting people by, there could have been a

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“I have the grandest new press agent—JI’ve been robbed of my jewels, my house burned down and I received three extortion

. notes—all in one week!” ” murderers’ convention here last! HOLD EVERYTHING . By Clyde Lewis night. How do you know—?” : som . ~~ “That’s it Captain. That's it! 4 : The girl in the taxicab—her name 2 bo) NESS was Ara—Ara Johnson!” | : . “I was wondering when youd get around to remembering that,” Dawson smiled. “Aw, now Captain— “Yes, I know. If it weren't’ for your all-fired Irish luck I'd never put up with you. Now see if your luck will hold and bring. in those two who wanted to get married. The taxi driver should be easy to find. Rout him out, threaten him _ With accessory to murder . charges. He'll talk,” Dawson concluded. Flynn understood. “Okay, Captain. I'll have them here by dawn.! I'll get Joey first.” . : “Tl give you until 10 o'clock. But before you go, bring Mrs. Benthorne | here. I want to talk to her. I want | to talk to all of the five persons Benthorne feared.” .. Flynn went out, grinning. Dawson liked the big Irish officer, insisted | on having him in his detail. Flynn was a buffer—he knew the chief did not mean half he said when he exploded in anger. .. DAWSON had seen Helen Bénthorne’s picture in the society columns many times, and -he had glimpsed her as he came into the house after Benthorne was shot, but he had not realized she was as young or as beautiful as she appeared at the door of the study. “Captain Dawson is here, Mrs. Benthorne,” he heard Flynn say as the door swung wide. . Helen Benthorne was straight and tall, like her father. She had asked, and received, permission to change from the pajamas and negligee she had on when Benthorne’s ‘body was found. Now she was. dresssed in a long, black hostess gown, that sheathed her rounded figure and slim hips, fell in swishing folds around her ankles. Her blond, SN hzir was curled softly on her fore- | a head. ?

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AS SHE CAUGHT sight of Dawson seated behind the desk, Helen Benthorne uttered a strangled lit-| tle cry; her hand went to her throat.

Dawson was on his feet, leaning into the light. “I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Benthorne,” he began. She regained self-control quickly. “You gave me a start, Capt. Dawson,” she explained as she seated herself beside the desk. “Seeing you behind the desk, in the shadows, 1 almost believed—Oh, this is all so) terrible!” | ~ .She forced back her tears hy sheer will power { Dawson waited patiently. At last’

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““T know how difficult this is for you, Mrs. Benthorne, I wish that we might leave you entirely alone] until the inquest. Under the eir-| cumstances, that is impossible. Will | you please tell me just where you were, and what you were doing . when you heard the shot?” “*“I was in my room, Captain Dawson. I was awaiting the arrival of my father. At the instant of the _ shot.T was reading—I can’t even remember the title of the book now— I slipped into a robe, hurried down the front stairway and to the

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- : bo TIME T'GIT “You' didn’t see anyone in the op lower hallway, before you started YOU RN, IF You King! down the stairs?” Dawson queried. oe : ; Mrs. Benthorne paused. *“No—I saw no one. I tried to open the door, found it locked. Then Jameson came from the back hallway and let the officers in the front door. I told the officers the door couldn't be locked—”" -“How were you sure of that?” “There was no lock on the door, only the knob. The lock had been sticking and only a few days ago Arnold—Mr. Benthorne—mentioned it.. I had Jameson take. the lock to a locksmith yesterday.” “Do you think Mr. Benthorne put the chair in front of the door?” No, I don’t, Captain Dawson.” Her voice was firm. “I'm sure that he did not. I heard someone movfng about in this study, after the shot ‘was fired. I tried to tell the officers that, when they tried to but they

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“Yes” she answered slowly.

“Are you insinuating—?” she de- -

_|are an .excellent pistol shot?”

“That's why I had called my father. It was nothing serious—just an argument over—over money matters.”

He leaned toward Helen Benthorne,

“And it is true, isn’t it, that you

Dawson's smile: revealed nothing.

manded angrily.

“I am insinuating nothing, Mrs. | |

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murdered and" it is my job to find out who killed him.” Helen Benthorne sank back into the chair.

“Yes, Capt. Dawson,” she said! J

evenly. “I was captain of the girls’ pistol team at college.”

(To Be Continued)