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Mrs. Prentiss sees mysteriou
lights in the Heath household mex
door one night and the next da,
Harbor Gardens, Long Island, i
agog over the murder of Myr;
Heath and the disappearance of he
husband, Perry.
House guests Of the Heaths ar,
fortune, and Bunny Moore, beauti
full, viyacious, to whom suspicion
points because of her strange &C
tons.
Myra Heath never used cosmetics
never wore colors, yet when hel
rouged. She was a collector of glass
and it was a rare old bottle from
her collection that the murderer
used to kill her. Candles were burn
ing at her head and feet; nearby
was card marked, THE Work Of
Perry Heath"
The strange thing about Heath's
disappearance is that the windows
and doors were locked on the inside
the night before and were found
that way in the morning. Finger
prints of Bunny and Inman were
found on the bottle.
At the Country club the muir
der is discussed by Sam Anderson,
Heath's rival for the club prcsi-
dency; AL Cunningham, who is try
ing 10 solve the crime, and others.
Meanwhile, Todhunter Buck, Mrs.
| PrentisS' nephew has met Bunny
and fallen in love with her.
Bunny is amazed 10 get a phone
call from Heath. He phones her
again, saying Inman is the murder
er. Bunny faints under a grilling by
Detective Mott, and Inman confides
ing the stairs after the murder.
Mott questions all the servants and
tells them to keep quiet.
Anderson invites Cunningham to
his house and there, while waiting
for his host, Cunningham is sudden
ly confronted by Perry Heath, who
disappears as mysteriously as he had
appeared. Shortly afterward Ander-
son comes in.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XX~N1V
Anderson's voice was lost as he
entered the house and made for the
dining room. He had pushed Gun
ningham ahead of him, and soon the
two were sitting down to a very ap-
petizing chatting dish supper.
well, I suppose you want to hear
what 1 did" Anderson said, and
paused suddenly as he saw Cunning
ham staring at him.
So suddenly. that he bit his lip,
and rising, with a muffled eXclama-
ton Of pain, he hurried from the
room, but was back in a moment.
BIT my lip" he exclaimed, ten
derby patting the bruised place with
his table napkin, and resuming his
chair. "All right, now, nothing seri- |
Gus. Well. Cunny, I'm like that man
who said he didn't accomplish as
much as he expected and he didn't |
epect he would. l thought it would |
be easy to trace Perry Heath |
through his bankers But they |
knew nothing about him at all. They |
let me see his bank account, /
thought felt mean cur to look .
at it.-and only a day or two be-
fore he disappeared, he had receiv- !
a big check from a man named |
Crandall. l assumed it was payment |
for a picture, and [ hunted down |
the Crandall man. That's what took |
the time, for he lived out in a
beastly suburb. Well, 1 found him, /
and he had bought one of Perry's /
picture, and it was his check. He /
had bought the picture through |
Carr and Holden,-they're Heath's |,
dealers, you know. So, I didn't get !
a bit farther, and I'm disguised with I
detective work,-my own or any
body else's,''
80 am l." said Cunningham, so |
that Anderson looked !
up quickly.
why, what's come over you?" he |
inquired with interest. Il thought |
Sherlock was your middle name?"
"No, Fathead's my middle name! |
Numskull, nincompoop, dumb-bell,
any of those"
Explain" said Anderson, smil-
ing at the detected countenance that
faced him.
"Well,' Cunningham shot his
bolt, Perry Heath was here to-
night"
What" Anderson's tone was as
explosive as the others, and he
evinced unbounded incredulity.
Yes, Perry himself, in the flesh.
talked with him"
"Well, if you're going to talk with
me, make yourself explicit, l don't
yet grasp your meaning, my boy"
So Cunningham told him, plainly
and truthfully, every word that had
passed between himself and the fu-
gitive Heath.
He spoke slowly and straightfor-
wardly but he kept a wary eye out
for any expression on Anderson's
face that might warn him how his
tale was to be taken.
Sam Anderson said no ward until
he whole story was told. He
Cunningham carefully,
cooking up alertly if the narrative
lalted, and when the climax was
cached he remarked, briefly:
You were quite right, AL, about
'our middle names"
That was all, but Cunningham
grew hot all over at the scathing
one of reproach.
Nov, look here, SAM" he be-
ian, but Anderson interrupted:
There's nothing to look here
bout. You were a double barrelled
dot to let Heath get away, if you
lad him here. One yell from you
would have brought at least three
non servants from the house, and
more from the garage and garden.
,ou muffed it, Cunny, and that's all
here is about that. Now, don't
whine, and don't apologize Your