The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-08-28
1.-The VANITY CASE''
A Tale of Mystery and Love
By CAROLYN WELLS :

Yes, and there's a row of old bot
ties like the one she was killed
with"
Teddy spoke in an awe-stricken
tone. This business seemed a bit
grewsome to him, though he was
deeply interested.
Now, maybe, Mr.. Cunningham,
he went on, maybe the murderer,
whoever he was, touched up the
] lady's face with these paints, in
stead of regular cosmetics
AL Cunningham looked up quickly.
1T might be possible. l can't Wis
ualize that scene, Buck. If Heath
killed his wife, l can understand his
painting her face, for he was always
at her to do it herself, and, too, he
was an artist and forever dabbling
with brushes. But 1 don't think he
killed her. For there's no way he
could get out. Whereas, if he went
away, before she was killed, then
clearly some one in the house is the
criminal, and tried to turn suspicion
to Health by setting up the card and
all that"
who. for choice?"
well, Inman in a good guess. He
had motive, opportunity, and time
And he's clever enough to arrange
matters to make it seem the work OF
Heath. | mean the cosmetics and
all, as well as the card. And he's an
artist, so if the facial applications
were from Heath's water-color box,
why, inman could do that all right,
too"
And you think Heath really
couldn't get away?"
After committing the crime? See
these windows. Small diamond
panes, narrow sashes, strong inside
! locks"
But you've only the servants
word that these were all found
locked this morning, as we'll as the
rest of the house.
Yes, and it mostly rests on Her
rick's word, But why shouldn't he
lie about it? Nobody suspects him;
he was devoted to Mrs Heath, and
Perry too. And he could never have
put on that makeup so artistically,
so perfectly. No. it was the work
Of an aritst,-or, a woman"
1.-THE maids?" queried Buck. For
of course, you can't mean Miss
MOORE"
II mean anybody and nobody.
There is no one above suspicion. I'm
merely inquiring about everybody.
Well, I'm going upstairs. Bedrooms
often tell tales that living rooms
know nothing Of"
Cunningham went upstairs. and at
his nod of invitation, Teddy Buck
followed.
I don% get it," Cunningham
mused as they entered TIeaths bed
room. Both Inman and the little
princess seem all upset at my investi-
cations. Are they shielding Perry?
Or anybody else? For you know if
this thing is the work of an outsider,
those two must have let the out
slider in and let him out again, and
also they must have let Heath out.
UNLESS he went off naturally, and
unquestioned, before the tragedy &C.
Cured" Teddy said.
Eyes, that's true talk. Now YOU
see, Buck, we must get in our minds
a picture Of this room Of Perry
| Heath's. Look at this place, now
Can't you read Heath all over it?
See the chiffonier,-al the brushes
and toilet implements laid in a
straight orderly row
"That's the housemaid's work"
II know it, but Perry kept them
so. You can somehow see that. Look
in his dresser drawer. I'll bet his
socks and handkerchiefs are in neat
piles" He opened one after another,
and the clothing was as tidy as he
had expected it to be.
"And here's an easy chair drawn
up to the window, with a smoking
stand beside it, and a paper rack
near by. He is bit of a Sybarite, is
Perry, and yet a tidy sort, too. The
two traits don't often go together"
well, what you've found out
about his neatness and his love of
ease doesn't get you along very far
in solving the mystery, does it?"
Don't be impatient, son. All in
good time. Now, I have this room
photographed on my mind in detail;
come on, we'll tackle Mrs. Heath's
room"
"Oh, don't like to-" and Buck
drew back. with a natural instinct
against invading the sanctity of the
dead woman's apartments.
"All right, you stay out, or go
back downstairs"
But Teddy was naturally inauisi-
tive, and, too, he was bound to be in
on this detective business, so he fol-
lowed the older man across the
room.
CHAPTER Xxx
The bedroom was beautiful done
up in pale gray and silver, quite in
keeping with the exquisite taste and
love of simplicity that had charac-
terized Myra Heath in life.
Carter sat by window, doing a
bit Of mending, and she looked up
inquiringly as the two came in.
Where is Mrs. Heath's vanity
oase?" Cunningham asked, with
out preliminaries.
"She has several" the maid re-
turned.
Get them all out" was the order,
and from some cupboard and draw
ers, Carter produced three, all beau
tiful and costly, and all in such a
state of new ness that it was plain
to be seen they had never been used.
Scanning the three, carefully, and
noting their newness, Cunningham
said looking about, Where is the
one she used? These have never
been even opened"
| "MrS Heath never used n vanity