Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-03-06

VN EANS b1 WT1lOf1 lf1E MCIL-
DER WAS COMMITTED"
by the way, / was having a little
discussion with Lieutenant Cadmus a
while ago about the exhaust of mo-
tors in general and / asked II a
rubber tube could be attached in
some way to the exhaust pipe, on a
car and led out of doors, 30 that,
when the engine was running the
fumes would escape into the outer
air. He says 1t could no be done;
that the pressuret Of the exhaust
would force off the rubber tubing.
What do you Think" y
ME? l think he's a simp!" The
retort came promptly. why. I've
| seen 1t done myself! 1t Was lone as
an experiment, just as you said, SER
geant, to see If the fumes could be
driven directly out of the garage. 1t
was extra heavy tubing of course,
and had been fastened on pretty
tight, but it held all right"
rs there any extra. heavy tubing
of that sort lying about the garage
here?" demanded Barry. His voice
had suddenly s%harpened.
why, there Was some The
chauffeur looked his .wonderment.
I'VE never used 1t, though, and l
don't know what has become Of 1t.
III look for it, sir. If you like"
II wish you would"
He left and proceeded slowly to
the house. When Frank had drawn
his attention to the cleaned spaces,
he had observed something which
had escaped the others eye. A tiny
roundes pot Of mud with an elon-
gated triangle in front Of it.
Barry recognized the print Of a
small, high-heeled slipper and he
knew that when he had found it and
its owner the search for this sinister
Cinderella would be at an end.
He found Anna the cook, Louise
and Martha all congregated in the
kitchen and a single glance at their
could have worn that fairylike Slip
per-.
do you know if Mrs. Tudor has
been out to the garage today?"
why. no, slr!" Martha stam-
mered. ''The Poor lady hasn't been
out OF doors except for a minute on
the front porch when the coroner
came"
Barry dismissed the subject, and,
asking where the telephone was. he
called up Whaley's garage. Yes,
Frank had slept the night in Pete's
own room. and who the DEVILS bust
ness was it. anyway?
Franks alibi was established be-
yond further question.
He walked silently to the front of
the house. and hearing the voices
Of Mrs. Tudor, the sheriff and Pros
lessor Semyonov in the library, he
vaulted quickly up the stairs. The
locked door of the room in which
Laurel had met her death presented
no difficulties to him and in a mo-
ment he had opened 1t with a skele-
ton key.
The two narrow empty. tumbled
beds. with clothing scattered about
and the breakfast tray with only one
chocolate cup used were the first OBJ
jects which met his gaze.
He examined carefully tho tiny
pair OF low-heeled Longing slippers
which stood on the floor by the bed
nearest the window. then turned his
attention to the pink satin mules be-
side the other bed. Shaking his
head, he was replacing them when,
kicked or thrown far under the
valance. he discovered a pair of in
credibly small d~ull-black satin slip
pers with exaggeratedly pointed toes
and high stilted heels. They had been
curled all out of shape. AS he drew
them forth he felt the grating OF the
mud which still caked them and
realized that they were sopping wet.
He had risen and was examining
them with minute are when an ex-
clamation from behind him made
him turn swiftly.
Fay Tudor stood in the doorway
watching him. AS her eyes fell upon
the objects in his hands she opened
her lips, but no words came.
Can you tell me. Miss Tudar. to
whom these belongg"
They are mine Sergeant Barry"
CHAPTER VIII
The look In her clear limpid eyes
was that of a child who does not
understand. but senses no dan
ger. Despite the damning revelation
Barry felt an odd impulse OF com