New Britain herald., 1924-01-03

AspiAhAA oAOuiu tNHNt tho 9pai tAitNht followed and in the midst of 1t with out warning Dimes said, the chauffeur drew pistol and fired three shots, one bullet piercing Dimes chest and another grazing his ear.
 ''I suppose I'll kick the bucket this time," the wounded man observed sadly, although surgeons had pro- nounced his condition far from hope less. They describe Dimes condi- ton as "very satisfactory" and said he is on the way to recovery.
 Miss Purviance described the scene in Dimes apartment before the arriv- al of Greer and the pistol as an in- formal gathering of three good friends on New Year afternoon dur ing which it would be foolish to say that there was nothing to drink"
 Wanted by Police
 Records of the bureau of identifi- cation of the Oakland police depart ment reveal that Horace Greer, who gave his occupation as chauffeur, is wanted by the department as fugi- tive from justice. The record shows that Greer escaped after he had served fifteen days of a 75-day sen tence for petty larceny, the theft of a pair of shoes.
 Mabel's Version.
 Miss Normand last night gave her version of the shooting, a version di- rectly contradicting that of Horace A. Greer, alias Joe Kelly, under arrest for the alleged attack on Dimes,
 Miss Normand told her story of the New Years party in Dimes apart ment, which ended in the shooting of the Denver man, surrounded by news papermen and police detectives and in the presence of her companion, Mrs Edith Burns, for whom police had been searching all day.
 Well begin al the beginning" said the screen actress by way of introduction.
 She had received her interrogators at home. sitting in a big overstuffed chair and attired in q trim black vel vet dress. Door bells and telephone bells rang unceasingly Reporters were seeking interviews, chauffeurs were looking for Greers job, and friends wanted to speak a word of cheer. But to all these she was not at home. The shades were drawn; the room was dark; Miss Normand spoke In a whisper
 T didn't sleep all night" she said. Worrying about this thing, this dreadful thing. You tell them, Edith" she exclaimed, turning to Mrs. Burns: "Tcll them what we did during the entire day"
 Mrs. Burns then related how Miss Ncrmand had arisen at 10 o'clock Tuesday moaning, doing little incon- sequential things which occupied their time until noon; told then how Joe Kelly fGrecr) was busy taking the Christmas tree trimmings upstairs"
 Tt must have been then that he got the pistol" she said; "I know of no other opportunity he could have had to get it."
 Miss Normand explained she had owned the weapon for four years: that 1t was given to her by d friend while on location during the production Of one of her film plays. ...
 "It was given to me 10 shoot bottles with" she said. T used 1t ali the lime for shooting bottles, but only on location; at least, l shot at the bottles. I'd shoot over here and biah--rd hit the mountain some place else.
 Well" she continued, arriving at Inc point in her narrative where inc chauffeur. Horace Greer. or Joe Kelly, uttered Dimes apartment, while she and Miss Edna Puryiance, another motion picture actress, were chatting with the Denver man. Well, Joe .ame in and he had a package. l nos iced nothing unusual about him and left the room.
 ''1 went into the room where Edna sss. She had on her evening gown, put it wasn't hooked up. didn't want this chauffeur 10 see Edna with | Ter dress unlocked, so l went in and aid to Edna, Say, where's your powder puff?'
 Then all of a sudden I heard | hose terrible things. I thought they we're fireerackers. I used to set off recrackers-about this long-at Ben | old Ben, all the lime Intil he threatened to quit his job. That's what thought they were, fire- rackers. They were popping all over he house."
 Then she ran into the room where )ines had been sitting and found him ying on the floor wounded, she said.
 She could think of no motive for he shooting of Dimes by her chauf- cur, she said, and ridiculed the heory that Greer was infatuated with Ter and shot the Denver man in S t of jealous rage.
 'Tmpossible!" she exclaimed. The nan must have been insane. He was nly one Of my servants and was like one. never talked 10 i'm even like l have to my servants l the past used to ask my hauffcurs, the ones before this one. ow they liked certain scene or omething like that--but l got tired [ all that blah blah.
 T didn't even hire him. My sccre- ary did that"
 Mrs. Burns could not think Of any lotive for the shooting either, she lid. 
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