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Il don't know, I'm sure" Bum
had conquered her nerves somewhat
and was beginning TO try her nat
ural wiles on her inquisitor. IT wa
wearing it last evening when
stepped out on the porch. and whe
l went upstairs to bed, / left 1t dow
here, Why Mrs. Heath put it roun
her, I don't know. I'm sure. 1t wa
not like her at all. All her scarf
are white or silver grey"
You were the first to leave tn
group last night to go up to bed?"
Yes. We were all about to go
but l CHANGED to go up first. Why?'
The sudden question was in +;
rather impertinent tone, but was &C
companied by an innocent and en-
chanting smile, that made Detective
/ Mott sit up and take notice. He haC
his own opinion of young womer
who tried TO cajole or bewitch a de.
tective, and he Immediately began Il
watch his step.
why, because ! want to know all
about when you last saw Mrs. Heath
alive"
THAT was the time" Bunny spoke
softly. Il said good night think.
Or, perhaps didn't, we're not
very punctilious about such things,
and I wei. Up to my room and shut
the door, and l didn't hear anybody
else come upstairs at all"
And you didn't leave your room
again. last night?"
Bunny paled. and her big blue
eyes stared at the detective.
"W-what do You mean" she
said, with a gasp and a little catch
in her voice.
Mott looked at her. Could it be
that this lovely child had some
knowledge, guilty or otherwise. that
she was keeping back"
ut doesn't seem to be an abstruse
question" Mott smiled kindly at her.
Il only asked if you left your bed
room again after you went in and
shut the door"
why, ro,-no, of course ] didntI'
Then you knew nothing of the
tragedy until you came downstairs
this morning."
Il knew before I came down, be-
cause Carter, Mrs. Heath's maid.
came to my room and told me-"
II see. And did Carter tell you the
details of Mrs. Heath's appearance?
How her face was painted, and how
there were candles at her head and
feet?"
'No,-she didn't tell me that"
Bunny looked vaguely at Mott, her
lovely eyes clouding with tears as
she glanced toward the beautiful
still figure on the floor.
Then you were shocked afresh
when you came downstairs and saw
scene that you did see?"
"Yes,-oh, yes"
you gazed at the strangely paint
ed face,-"
YES" Bunny's eyes looked
straight into the detectives own.
You .aw the crimson scarf drap-
I'd across the Dody!
"Yes."
"You saw the card about Mr..
Ieath's work."
YES"
"You saw the candles burning at
Ter head and feet, almost as If in
Yes" Bunny looked rapt now,
Ind then, as the detective ceased his
questions she burst into a flood of
helpless tears, and blindly took the
handkerchief Larry silently offered.
Miss Moore" Mott seemed to ig-
Tor her sudden bro i:down, please
nswer this with candor. Was there
my i'll feeli. e. to your knowledge. !
,etween Mr.. Heath and his wife,"
NO" and Bunny ceased crying,
md faced the detective with all her
Id insolence and independence. !
Most certainly not! They were one |
# the most devoted couples I ever
new"
"There was no difference of opin-
OIL mean on a vital subject?"
mo, nothing special or definite. |
Except, perhaps, that Mr.. Heath did
lot sympathize in Mrs. Heath's
ancy for collecting old glass;
THAT would scarcely be sufficient |
eason for him to attack her with
ne Of her own old bottles" Mott
aid, gravely.
NO, of course not" returned |
bunny.
CHAPTER TX
The Harbor Country club was
Yer on the Park side, but its men,
ers included many of the Gardens
eople as we'll.
A few of the less active spirits
obnobbed on the porch and smoked,
S they somewhat conservatively
iscussed the Heath tragedy.
Yet few of the exaggerated ac-
cunts could be much worse than
he true statements OF the awful &C.
urrence.
"Where is Perry Heath ?" was the
uestion urged even more frequently
nan Who killed Myra?"
Arthur Black, one of the solid men
the club, declared that it was i'm
ossible that the murderer should be
Their than the husband.
1.-THE Heaths were by no means
lrtle doves" was the way he put it.
And, even recognizing the rights of
lie dead TO nil nisi bonum, our Myra
as saint in looks only"
"She sure looked like one,
lough," said Wallace Forbes, an
rtist from the Gardens, whose
was not far from
he Heath's own"
TOO pale and wan for my taste"
emarked Sam Anderson, who was
'ue representative of the Park type.
milling, bald-headed, and with
Kissing eyctooth. he gave the i'm
ression of being more interested in
omen o. the earth, earthly, than in
lie Myra Heath sort. But he was a
clubman, and was about
run for president.
THE disappearance of Heath
inches your election, Anderson" .
lack declared, but the other an