Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 October 1940 — Page 13

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SERIAL STORY—

New York Jungle

By Wray Wade Severn

YESTERDAY: Continuing his questioning, Plowman interviews Nella and Mrs. Langdon. When the officer's questions

seem to be trapping Gundrum, Pat reveals that Marta had written Adam, saying she would marry him. Pat opened ihe Tecter by mistake. Ployman demands er.

CHAPTER ELEVEN UNDER PLOWMAN'S continued questioning, Pat admitted that Adam had not been himself during the day. He had refused to drive to the Country Club with the family and had locked himself in the Jungle. Not until Nella had gone downstairs to plead with him had he changed his mind. “Miss Nella Langdon is a neurotic,” Plowman said, after Pat had left the drawing room. “She looks a lot like her uncle.” “There is a neurotic strain somewhere on the grandmother's side,” Sidney admitted. “Nella’s father and Adams Langdon were brothers, so she comes in for it, too. Hugh had 8 different grandmother and escapes.”

Hugh Langdon was called. He

corroborated Nella’s account of Adam’s unusual behavior but was unable to account for it. : “I've had no more than a fiveminute talk with my cousin alone since his return,” he said gravely. “But I felt that there had been a serious change in him.” “What did you discuss during that five minutes?” Plowman asked. “My cousin’s marriage had come as a surprise to the family; we discussed it,” Hugh replied briefly. The arrival of a sheriff, a medical examiner and a photographer delayed the examinations so that neither Marta nor Craig Gundrum were questioned until long after the other guesty had made statements: Guarded by a state trooper, Craig and Marta had waited in the library and whether or not Craig had persuaded Marta to slant her testimony toward his theory of the murder, Sine could not know. He doubted t. Finally Gundrum was called. “Let’s get this over with as quickly as possible,” he snapped. “I have an 11 o'clock class in the morning, and must. make an early train. It's 2 o'clock now.” “Sorry, Professor. I will: have to hold you all here for at least 24 hours, unless something definite turns up to release you from possbile implication.” “Can he do that, Braitwood?” Craig demanded angrily. “I'm sorry to say that he has the authority. We shall all have to make the best of it, Gundrum.” “Fire away, Mr. Policeman,” Gundrum directed, grimly. 2 8 8

HE MADE a good witness. He admitted his former engagement to Pat, but denied that he had returned to the Jungle instead of searching the storeroom. “You will,” he explained, “find my fingerprints in the storeroom if you care to look. I moved several pieces of large furniture to look behind them.” Before leaving, he managed to give his theory of the crime to Plowman. As it stood, allowing that the murderer had been after a mythical map or one of the rare old weapons, it was not impossible .that Adam Langdon had been shot by someone either already hidden in the Jungle, who had left after the door was opened, or by a person who had entered under cover of darkness. Apparently Plowman was impressed. When Marta’s turn came, it flashed into Sidney’s mind that this was the strangest “entrance” she was ever to make. “How did y®m find your way to the lioness in pitch darkness, Miss Hempfield?” Plowman asked gently. “I have played Lady Macbeth, ©apt. Plowman,” Marta .told him, simply. “In my sleepwalking scene I had to reagh closed. At first I counted my steps, | but after a while. I found I could judge distance without counting. This evening Mr. Langdon had pointed out:to me that he had placed his new lioness directly in front of the door, a place cf honor. I knew that if I turned at a right angle when I touched her I would be in direct line for the door, so I started with one hand held out.” Both men knew what that outstretched hand had encountered. They listened, fascinated by the gheer drama of the recital. «1 couldn't see. I groped.” She paused and continued, “I touched Adam's coat. I thought at first it was a thief, and terror gripped me. But I did not scream then. 1 reasoned that if the man thought I believed I'd touched one of the specimens, he would remain immobile as he was. I lifted my hand slightly and then I felt—" Again she paused and swallowed. «] felt the scar in the little cleft on Adam’s chin. His face was lifeless. + He did not speak and— somehow I knew. That is the last 1 remember. They tell me I screamed and fainted.” There was silence for a moment. Plowman rose and brought Marta a glass- of sherry from a decanter on table. hic waited while she sipped the wine, then asked: “pid you notice anyone removing the key from the door, Miss Hempfield?” «Remove the key? The door was focked from the outside, Captain.” ” 2 » PLOWMAN DID not contradict her. “As an old friend, do you recall that Mr. Langdon had enemies?” «None that I know of.” “Did you ever hear him hint that he had some purpose other than hunting in going into the African qe mye I never did. He and Hugh have always hunted big game.” «Thanks, Miss Hempfield.” Plow-

man opened the door for her to}

tee ogi contributed little. He had made hasty preparations for the house party, he said. And he had engaged Henry Barkes after Lang.don had wirelessed him to find a auffeur and meet him in Boston. : Togi disliked Barkes because, he * said, the chauffeur thought himself too good to help get the house in order for the family’s unexpected return. Barkes spent his evenings ; at the village and acted like Langdon, himself, until the family

ved. np Barkes; when he entered, did not look surly. Undoubtedly frightened, he repeated his stogy and insisted that the village storekeeper

would support his alibi.

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mention, when I talked with you before the police came, Mr. Braitwood,” he added. ‘ “About 6 o'clock when I was filling the car with gas, I chanced to look up at the windows. There’s a side window in the front room on the third floor. I believe Miss Hempfield has it. I saw a man’s shadow against the curtain there.” “Sure of the window?” man asked. “Positive. The shadow stood very

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