Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1941 — Page 31

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' TRAE STORY: Friendly, high-spirited Maudie O'Connor, her Scottie, Finn McQ#sl, and her school teacher daughter, Miry, enjoy a week of quiet vacation ‘at Peradise Lake hefore their discovery of the murdered body .of sophisticated wbert Cord spells trouble. Instead of

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home of prim Millle Morris and the ty niece, Jeanie Morris, whom local resorters had believed engaged to Cord until he came to the lake this year with a fiancee, Margie Dixon. Both Miss Millie and Jeanie’had reason to hate Cé¥d. Mary, the next day, wonders

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quired. IT WAS just as well that I had

come for the mail because the little}:

“white frame inn on the beach af te end of the grove was anything but a scene of rustic quiet. The redm where one could get ice cream and pop was doing a rushing business. Cottagers who ordinarily only same on a Saturday night were tere now gnd it ‘wasn’t even noon. .N Beeollected the papers and some letters and started out when Dr. Opway got up from a table near the door and came toward me. We ‘sals down and he asked me how I elt.

“My knees still shake when I tHink of last might,” I confessed, *and being only human, I'm wondes about a lot of things. This isdny first contact with a murder and I don’t think I enjoy it, but my: feminine curiosity is bothering

"We're all curious” he said with t old-fashioned country ‘doctor | ess that went with his bushy iron gray hair and kind but piercIng gray eyes. “We haven't had e murder around here in a good many years. ‘This is a peaceful community and since I was named coroner I haven't had much to do with crime.” ! : “Then it was a crime?”

“MURDER,” he said briefly. “He was shot. The police have the bullet and it will be examined, but until they find the weapon they won’t have much to go on.” ko “Did he have any known enemies?” I tried not to act too curious. : : “He's been coming here for about three years, but despite that no one seems to know a lot about him. He, was _congenial—liked to fish; sailed a bit in the races when someone wanted an extra man; danced, which made him ‘popular with the women; played a good game of cards, and was accepted because Jeanie cared for him. You know about that angle, I suppose.” I nodded. “The first thing one hears at a summer resort is a report on the romances.”

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want Herbert all to myself tomorrow.” Jeanie got white, and Herb became simply furious I'd never seen him really mad before, but he was mad then and he and Margie said some nasty things {gy each other and Jeanie stood a moment just looking at. them. Then she went away. o ” ” EVERYONE had heard what the tanned, leggy thing had said, too, I decided, looking around the room. «+ “Nuss Milliell put the clamps on her tighter than ever after this,” one of the boys’ said. “Say, maybe the old woman’s breaking down,” another of the girls added. “Dick and I were coming home last night about 11 and who do we see but Miss Millie walking along the road toward home. In that long black skirt she looked like a witch.” “If you saw all that on Pine road, then Dick ‘must be losing his technique,” someone else said, and the whole group burst into laughter. Over behind “the bar TX noticed that Chris Gordon, the hotel owner, wasn’t smiling. I suppose he got rather tired of summer romances and these flip young things ‘who either ‘roared up and down the quiet roads or parked in the shadows. He probably wasn't any too pleased either about the murder of one of his guests. I picked up the letters and remembered. we needed stamps, I went up to him and while he was picking them from the cigar box under the desk I asked him ‘how Miss Dixon was feeling. “It must have been a decided shock to her,” I said. “It was to me and I didn’t

and fished around for change.

QOord’s body.

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ticed, that despite his calmness ‘he was having a time picking those sticky bits of. paper apart as he counted them out. “Yes,” I said, and then, “There'll be an inquest, I suppose? Motives, cause of death, suspects, clews—" “Ciuess the police haven't much to go on.” He gave me the stamps

“Oh, things always turn up,” I said. “Once they. learn about the man—1I mean his background — why, the police usually get a lead.” I sounded very smug and knowing. “I mean in other murders that’s the way it works out. They always find clews—insignificant things we wouldn’t bother with.” He didn’t seem disposed to talk and he still hadn’t answered my question about Margie Dixon, I suppose he had been pestered by dozens already today and I felt a little ashamed at my own display of curiosity. Maudie herself couldn't have been more nosey I thought, going back to the cottage, but I didn’t have long to consider my own reactions because when I arrived I

found Maudie giving an interview to}

a young. man. She was telling him all about her discovery of Herbert

‘(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this . ‘. story are fictitious)

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