Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1922-01-23

to her; I don't know what l said;
mus; have been crazed with jeal-
ousy and the mystery OF II all.
do remember. though. quite dis
tinctiy, that she turned on me In
a cold fury. forbade me ever TO ad-
dress her again, and. entering her
apartment. shut tie door In my
face! descended. let myself In
here almost mechanically, and drop
ped into that chair you're dttins IN
now, sergeant.
Craig was settling back in his
chair. with a gesture to Barry, when
the latter stepped forward.
"Mr. Ladd, as I understand II,
your apartment here Is a replica OF
the one just above. studio and all.
Have you any objection to showing
US about2"
mot at all" In contrast TO that
OF the dead woman's, Ladd's studio
was hung with rare tapestries and
furnished as luxuriously as that of
social dilettante. yet its easel, upon
which stood an unfinished land
scape, and the carved refectory
table careiessiy covered with paint
tubes and smeared cloths. showed
Il to be a workroom no less than
hers.
What color do you call this7"
Barry picked up a tube. and squeez-
ng a bit of It's contents on the pal
cite, he indicated the blotch OF red
fish brown.
Burnt sienna" responded the
artist. promptly. Il seldom use it
Tou can see there was none on the
palette before-but 1 always keep
full assortment of colors on hand.
Z is odd you should have asked me
about that"
WHY" demanded Barry quickly,
Tor the young mans tone had tensed
with some sudden emotion.
We'll. it is just a trivial matter.
but over a week ago-the last time,
In fact, that Mrs. Vane and had a
chummy little talk in her studio
advised her to use more burnt sienna
with the seal brown to get the
proper effect OF the wood on the
staircase in that portrait she was do
ing OF Mrs. Vansittart, the one be-
fore which her-her own body was
found tonight"
Barry replaced the tube reflective
~ on the table as Craig, with an evil
dent EFFORT to emulate his colleague.
picked up one OF the bottles and
unified Il speculatively.
That's turpentlne." Ladd re-
marked, and his voice had sunk
again TO a dull apathy.
ITS funny about this turpentine.'
Craig sill stood by the table. TITS
used as a cleaning nuid, isn't i'll
geeme TO me I've sneit that odor
somewhere else in this house to-
night"
NATURALLY the studio above is
permeated with IT," Barry turned
away from the window and let the
made drop. mfr. Ladd. II you'll
lust show us through the rest OF
your apartment now we won't trou-
bic you any more tonight"
Barry thanked the artist and bade
him good night. In the hall Craig
produced a handkerchief and wiped
his rudy brow.
well. John. we've nice mes9 70
report at headduarters'' he an
nouneed In a low tone that the po-
ucenan on guard might not hear.
Heres a woman shot dead, and
every last tenant In the house ex-
cent the professor seems mixed up
In II somehow. though every one OF
them have lied and peached on the
rest who the devil was this Miriam
vane, anyway? Where did she come
from and what we're the rest OF
them 70 herr"
II think we can guess what Ladd
was" Barry whispered. as he led
his colleague up the stairs once
more. "Just an ideaiistic young fool
who let her play with him like a
cat with n mouse to please her van
fly and then kicked him out when
he became inconvenient. He may
have killed her. but I don't think
so: think he would have adored
the woman ne thought she was. and
protected her with his last breath
The woman he thought she
was!r repeated Craig. pausing on
the stairs in his establishment.
vi
What are we going upstairs
again for?" demanded Craig. i've
got 10 make my report at headquar'
ters, and its getting on toward
morning"
You're not going to rouse up old
Griswold again. then. and ask hin
why he lied about his acquaintance
with Mrs. Vane7" Barry bent q
quizzieal glance upon the younger
sergeant.
Il am not" the other announced
with decision I'VE have younf
Ladd's word for Il that Griswoit
lied. but neither OF them was undei
oath. They're both under guard and
in the morning wen have then
down on the carpet and get the truth
out OF them"
That's a good idea" approved
Barry. "And while you are about II
you might find out what time LITTLE
Miss Shaw goes out and let the pro
fessor know. I fancy he'll be wait
ing 10 hear"
Craig stared.
"Oh. yes; forgot that note yot
slipped under his door. You said
something about porch-climbing and
chemistry. You're not putting any
thing over on me. John7"
mo" Barry smiled.
"Il put the men on guard out
Ode wise. so that they won't kicl
~ a rumpus II they see him, like
modern Santa Claus. perambuiatinl
the FIRE escape with HIS white whis
kers waving in the early morning