Bisbee daily review., 1922-01-18
Go On With the Story

Sergeant Barry made no comment but gently dropping the limp, warm head DacK upon the rug he rose and started a swIft, comprehensive search or Jne apartment from just behind nim over ms shoulder a large reflect or threw the powerful light whose refracled rays mad penetrated even Into the outer hall; back Of the easel ana at one side where the artist could obtain the best view Of it stood small, lmprovlsed model throne with three steps and a section of bal lusLraue, aha uack of It against the drawn shades over a row of half opened wlnuows tlapped Tn the little, hot breeze which had sprung up with the passing of the threatened storm.
 A long table covered with spattered tubes of paint and brushes, few plain chars and many canyases of various sizes stacked against the walls completed the furnishings of the workmanlike studio, the ceiling of which was one huge skylight of glass and the detective turned back into the luxurious living room, his hand mechanically searching for and find ing the light switch in the wall
 Instantly the soft glow of many | low, opal-tinted lamps sprang into be- ing and revealed the sheer beauty of the arrangements of the room, but Sergeant Barry's eyes searched only for some sign of disorder that would indicate hurried flight, and finding | none he opened the door at the back. , It led into boudoir upholstered del icately in light blue and rose, and , thu ough that he passed into an ivory and gold bedroom and to the tiled, immaculate kitchenette beyond, but i nowhere was there a sign of alien i presence.
 'The iceboX contains only butter and cream, and that dress ana nat . upon the bed would indicate that Mrs Vane had dined out" the pro | lessor observed
 | "Vane? Mimiam Vane?" Barry wheeled suddenly. 'Is that who she 1 is, the artist who has created such a stir with her new type of portraiture 7, among the celebreties?"
 Yes. Her portraits are danger ously near caricatures, for some per verse impulse has seemed to guide her brush although so subtly that her clients themselves have rarely detect ed that sardonically revealing touch or two, but the critics have raved about her genius The professor turned. Tt is evident that we are toe late here, for the kitchenette dool leading into the outer hall is boltet from the inside, but someone is com ing"
 Someone had indeed arrived. They h,. ha |. find standing just within the doorway young man in dinner coat witl wildly rumpled hair, and a policeman in uniform.
 The latter advanced with aggres sive authority which suffered a sud den change.
 Whats been going on here? heard a shot and I've been poundin; below till this young gentleman her. : let me in Oh, you're here, Sergeal : Barry! This is my regular beat, sir , and thinking there was something un usual"
 7 There is, Boyle" Barry nodde [ grimly to the policeman. Tn that stu dio wonder there's a woman lyin
 shot through the heart!" "A woman!" The young man i l the dinner coat repeated with a gasI } Not Miriam Vane, It's impossible!
 He rushed past the group to tn
 studio doorway, chung there for a mo
 ment in worthless horror, then co
 lapsed into the nearest chair, bury
 ing his face in his hands.
 Boyle was instantly all business
 After a quick examination of tn
 body he turned to Barry.
 Would you mind telling me. Sel
 geant?" he began but the other intel
 rUpted him.
 Mot in the least. although W
 know very little l was here unoff
 cially, visiting this old friend of mln'
 Mir. Semyonov, who lives on the lift
 floor-two above this-when W . heard the shot and rushed down { ' investigate. There seems to be n one in the apartment directly abov this one, and took the responsib;lit ', of breaking in the door here becaus we could get no reply to repeate
 knocking and the light from the stI |. dio there streamed out under the si |" into the outer hall. You can see ho
 brilliant it is; it must be some SD .. cial light for artists to paint by ; night"
 u I'll have to report this at once
 the station" Boyle. who had bee
 listening attentively. nodded and tur C ed to the professor. Have you an
 thing, sir, to add to what Sergeai
 Barry has told e?''s.,s,it.Bt,l..s 10 Professor Semyonov pondered for D. moment, and then said slowly:
 "Only that when we heard q L. sound of the shot and opened the do' n- l fancied that I heard footsteps ( u the stairs below"
 Barry, whose eyes had turaed
 that collapsed figure in the cha IS thought that he saw shuddsr swe,
 over it as though an unseen hand h;
 shaken the inert form, but he sa
 nnihing as the nnliceman nanSeh