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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

SERIAL STORY —

Murder

Incognito

[By NORMAN KAHL

YESTERDAY Lieutenant O'Leary ustonishes the group by telling them Riggs fs not the murderer, but some one in the room is. One of the maids faints, Wor a. moment there is confusion. O'Leary resumes his story, is interrupted by Barbour, who starte across the room. Suddency, Barbour slumps to the floor.

CHAPTER TWELVE

FOR THE FIRST few seconds

after George Barbour slumped to

the floor, no one moved. Then, suddenly, pandemonium broke lose. Lieut. O'Leary had darted around the desk. “He's dead,” he said, as if to himself. “Oh, Lord—not Dale groaned. Rhoda Waters was on the verge of hysteria. “For heaven's sake, | please . . I can't stand it. Two murders in two nights. Last night

another one!”

Sayler and now Barbour.” O'Leary took a deep breath and | said very evenly, “That's not quite | right, Miss Waters. One murder— | and one suicide!” | Then he added: “Martin Sayler | was murdered. But George Barbour committed suicide.” Lieut. O'Leary walked over to the bookcase just east of the fireplace. One of the bulky volumes had been taken from the shelf to leave a gap, and the book was lying on top of some of the others nearby. “This book,” O'Leary said, picking up the misplaced volume, “was out of order and not quite in line this afternoon. I learned that Sayler was an extremely orderly man, and it worried me a little. Then suddenly I remembered Barbour’s automatic doors . . . and I had the answer.” O'Leary went on. “Barbour hated Sayler had for some years. Ordinarily he was too mild a man to take any drastic action. Instead, he found his own way of justice, He simply began dipping into the joint | funds and helped himself. “This was satisfactory until Savler found out. You all knew Sayler pretty well. He was mean and hard. He was going to have his revenge on Barbour, and it was going to be cruel revenge. “Barbour recognized a crisis. He conceived a way of getting rid of his partner.” O'Leary began removing more books from the shelf and piling them up on the floor. When he had | cleared a space of several feet, he motioned those in the room to group around him. With a little effort, he pulled a panel in the rear of the bookcase and it slid open. Pointing directly at him was a revolver, “Barbour spent a good many nights here. He said so himself He must have had an idea that behind that panel was a chamber large enough to accommodate some of his equipment. He probably got the idea from Sayler's wall safe. “So when everybody in the house was asleep, Barbour rigged up his little machine. The only important | job he did here was to remove the | panel and hook up the device that | would permit it to slide open and shut. He had probably taken care- | ful measurements and done most of the work at home, “The thing that undoubtedly required tha most time here was placing the gun in precisely the position | he wanted so that a single bullet | would do its job quickly. i “The gun was hooked up with a photo-electric cell by means of & relav. The cell was also connected to & small electric motor which would start simultaneously with the shot and by means of a pulley arrangement would shut the door of the panel.” Appleby used a photo-electric would have to be a light source] somewhere on the other side of the room. wouldn't there?” “yes. but not the ordinary kind. | That was where Barbour was in-| genious. Actually, the light source was installed right next to the gun and hidden with it. When the

: | panel was open, the light was re-|

{ interrupted. “But if he | cell, there]

flected in the tall mirror directly | ®

across the room and made contact with the cell. “Sp last night, probably as he and Savier were leaving the room, he made the simple adjustment. On some pretext or other. he must have gone over to the bookcase, removed the book and jerked open the panel That was all there was to it. Sayler | returned to his room alone. He walked straight to his desk. Barbour had known almost the precise spot where he'd cross the beam. Take a look at the rug, and you can see that a path has been worn in a direct line between the desk and the far doorway. When Sayler crossed the beam, the gun went off “At the same time, the electric motor quickly closed the panel. |

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By Abner Dean

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SATURDAY, AUG. 24, 1940

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light I kept on sleeping, and the boss thought it was Sunday again!” |

This made another contact and shut |

off the motor. Had evervthing gone |

well. ho one would ever have found | it until the house was ripped down |

eventually. “When all of vou came in to find the body, Barbour went over to the | window. Remember? He had a chance to slip the book back-—but not quite carefully enough. And he also opened the lock to make it seem that the shot had been fired from the outside.” =" 5 » | NO ONE SPOKE. There was) nothing to say. After awhile, Hazel Leighton rose and said in a queer voice, “I'll go now, Lieutenant, if I may.” “TI take you,” Winslow Mardell offered. “Go ahead,” O'Leary said. “Its all over. There'll be no more murgers.” Slowly the servants shuffled out. The uniformed officers led Riges away. Only Rhoda Waters and Dale Appleby remained in the room with OLeary and Carroll “We'll take you home, young lady,” O'Leary invited. “You'd better get a good night's sleep. You'll want to be fresh as a daisy when you get that license tomorrow.” Dale's fingers closed more tightly around hers, and Rhoda smiled uncertainly. “The lieutenants right,” Dale agreed. “Unless you've changed your mind.” Rhoda gasped. “Oh, Dale, no.” She kissed him ardently before she remembered the detectives » Carroll vawned shamelessly as he drove toward O'Leary's home after they had dropped Rhoda Waters at her apartment. “One thing bothers me, Chief,” he said. “You examined that gun this afternoon, didn't you?”

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