South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-01-23

Seems TO me I've smelt that odor .
somewhere else in this house to- /
night"
Naturally the studio above is
permeated with it," Barry turned 7
away from. the window and let the
shade droR "SIr. Ladd. II you'll /.
'ust show Us through the rest OF
your apartment now we won't trou- I
BILE you any more tonight"
Barry thanked the artist and babe
him goodnight tn the hpH Craig
produced a handkerchief and wiped
his rudy brow.
We'll John, we've nice mess TO
report at headquarters," he an
nounced I'm a low tone that the pO-
iceman- on guard might not hear.
Here's a woman shot dead, and
and every last tenant In the house
except the Professor seems mixed
UP I'm it somehow. though every one
az them have lied and peached on
the rest Who the devil was this
Miriam Vane, anyway? Where did
she come from and what were the
rest of them 20 herr
Il think we can guess what Ladd
was" Barry Whispered as he led his
colleague up the stairs once more.
''Just Fan idealistic young food who
let her play with him like a cat with
mouse TO please her vanity and
then kicked him out when he be-
came inconvenient He may have
killed her. but I don't think so; I
think he would have adored the wo-
man ne thought she was. and pro-
tected her with his last breath"
The woman he thought she was.'
repeated Craig, pausing on the stairs
in his astonishment.
VI
What are we going upstairs again
for?" demanded Craig I've got
to make my report at headquarters,
and it's getting on toward morn
ing"
You're not going 10 rouse up old
Griswold again, then, and ask him
why he lied about his acquaintance
with Mrs Vane?" Barry bent a quiz
zical glance upon the younger ser
geant.
IT am not" the other announced
with decision. we have young
Ladd's word for it that Griswold
lied, but neither Of them were under
oath. They're both under guard
and in the morning wen have them
down on the carpet and get the
truth out Of them"
That's a good idea. approved
Barry. "And while you are about
it. you might find out what time
little Miss Shaw goes out. and let
the professor know. I fancy he'll
be waiting TO hear"
Craig stared
ooh, yes; I forget that note YOU
slipped under his door. You said
/ something about porch climbing
and chemistry. You're not putting
anything over on me. John?"
"No." Barry smiled.
"IIl put the men ON guard out
/ side wise. so that they won't kick
up a rumpus if they see him, like a
| modern Santa Claus. perambulating
! the fire escape with his white whis-
/ kers waving in the early morning
/ breeze That note simply asked him
/ 10 get into the other apartments
when he was sure the occupants
were gone. and search for traces Of
|
'But we'd only just left Miss
. Shaw's apartment; we hadn't seen
either Griswold's or Ladds them"
/ Craig exclaimed beneath his breath.
. "You don's suspect her, John?"
Barry smiled, but a trifle dryly
Barry waited until the younger
sergeants footsteps had died away
jim the quiet night air and then
turned to the guard.
"Doane. do YOU know who I am ?"
The patrolman nodded.
All right" Barry broke in. ct
take it that your orders tonight,
Doane. are TO keep guard outside
the apartment here in which the
woman was shot unless YOU hear
any suspicious sound within, or see
something which YOU think should
be investigated Is that 500"
Fright. sir Doane responded.
VERY good. You're going to see
and hear something suspicious with
in five minutes. and that something
is going to be me, Understand
Ell don't SIR Doane replied. But
what YOU say goes. You mean you
want 20 have another look around
the place. I've orders not TO let
anybody i'm. but as long as you're
taking the responsibility, the lock IS
\ smashed and 7 can't see every shad-
ow in the dark hall"
Barry pushed open the broken
door which swung drunkenly on its
hinges, and entering the perfumed.
Uttered living room. he found his
way 20 the wall switch and turned
on the Opalesceut lamps.
The little writing desk was open,
its profusion of papers scattered on
the floor, and the drawers Of an al
most priceless Chinese cabinet had
been forced Approaching the lat
ter. Barry observed that its contents
were mainly scraps of drawing pa
per on which tiny figures had been
scrawel each with a few def lines
and picking one up he whistIed
softly.
IL was miniature cariCature
cruel I'm its sharply defined charac-
ter delneation, Of pompous, good
uatured Theodore Nansittart. hus-
band OF the woman whose uninish-
ed portrait stood on the easel in the
studio. and ClancinE over the others
Barry found Ike carcatures of sew
eral people prominent In the social
and political life OF the city.
He was turning away from the
compartment when he noticed some
thing which e was obvious that the
detectives had overlooked: a small
compartment nj the top. with a
handle formed by a tiny red-gold
dragon. remained undisturbed.
Barry tugged az the littles dragon