South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-01-17

pounding on my door NJ 10 wake the
dead?"
There's been murder going
on. sir" Officer Boyle retorted
grimly $50 it was pounding yot
heard p"
THAT was T." Professor semyonov
remarked with dignity II stopped
on the way down at this persons
door but received no response"
And your names Griswold ?" the
policeman prevented an evidently
heated rejoinder by his sharp ques-
ton.
Henry GriswoId, and I know
nothing whatever about any muir
DER declared the newcomer. Il
do not care 10 be embroiled in any
SUCH"
You're here. and you'll stay. sir.
till we hear from headquarters.
Boyle replied significantly. so
you're on the fourth floor and this
gentleman here on the fifth" He
indicated the professor with marked
courtesy in Difference TO the SER
Seant. and then turned 70 the young
man i'm the chair You have the
apartment on the second floor. sir
just over the shop?"
The young man nodded without
lifting his head and replied with
mu6led tones:
Yes. My name is Gordon Laid.
II heard you making that racket,
YOU know. and went down TO the en-.
/ trance and let you in
And that's all that lives in this
house," Boyle looked from one 70
another of them but his gaze finally
fastened upon the professor and the
latter replied:
"A lady lives on the top floor. tho
one above mine. / do not know her
or the shop ] can tell you nothing,
but there is a janitor or superin-
tendent who occupies the basement,
although l have never found him
there when he is wanted for sud
den repairs or other emergencies.
There are no other occupants of the
building to my knowledge"
Thanks, sir Boyle turned again
10 the telephone and the municipal
machinery of. investigation into the
death of Miriam Vane was set in
motion.
Well" Boyle squared his shout
ders with a satisfied air. "IU get
what dope ! can I'll ask you, SER
seant, to see that these three gen
tlemen stay i'm this room. Don't let
one of them put a finger on the
corpse. either"
He added the last in a hoarse
whisper that must have been plain
ly audible to the entire group for
oven the young man in the chair
overcome with horror as he ap-
pcarcd. shuddered and as the police
man started up the stairway with
/ heavy tread he raised a haggard
face.
1T can't be" he muttercd as If
TO himself. Not Miriam, / must
he going madl"
so it's Miriam Vane. the woman
! painter. that's been murdered. as
that police officer said?" Griswold
drew his dressing gown closer about
his lean form. Il should like to
know. sir. why YOU banged on my
door and dragged mo into it,"
Tie turned lraSclOlE 10 the prOIeS-
sor who shook back his name OF
[ bushy white hair and smiled with
suave urbanity.
My dear sir. the sound OF the shot
came from below my rooms some
where and my friend and I could not
tell whether il came from your
apartment or this one"
II can tell when I hear a fiddle
playing at ungodly hours over my
head whether it comes from above
or the top floor" the other retorted
Il moved down here. away from my
club. and my Itfice. and my bankers
in order to get peace and quiet and
I land in this sort OF thing"
A scream. shrill but subdued by
distance floated down TO them at
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