The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1926-08-12
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In Harhor Gardens, Long Island,
IN an elaborate bungalow, lived
PERRY HEATH and his wife, MYRA.
They were entertaining as house
guests:
LAWRENCE INMAN. distant rel
alive Of Myra's and, aside from Perry,
her only heir, and
BUNNY MOORE. young. golden
haired. vivacious, an old friend Of
Myra's.
Myra Heath was beautiful hut cold.
She never used rouge, never wore
cOlOrs. She collected rare pits ~
glass and her latest was whisky
bottle, which aroused her artist hus-
bands sc0rn.
Provoked at growing intimacy
announces she has made her will in
favor Of 1nman. cutting her husban.!
off,, That night she quarrcls with
Perry and alludes mystcriOusly 10 his
Secret"
Discovering Myra alone with human
latc that night, Perry orders lnmas,
out Of the house by morning, hut
the next day finds Perry Heath gone
and his wifc's body stretched ON the
studio floor with candles burning ut
her head and feet. She il made VI,
with rouge; she is dressed In gay
colors. Near her is a card marked
"Thc Work Of Perry Heath"
She has been killed by blow will,
her cherished whisky bottle. Whc:'
the coroner comes lnman and Bunny
are strangely nervous when made Ia
answer questions. Meanwhile. at the
Country Club the mur0er il the topic
IL conversation among SAM AMBER.
son, WALLACE FORBES, Al Gun
N1NGHAM and others. MRS. PREM.
TlSS. towing her nephew, TODHUNT.
ER BUCK. goes over to the Heath.
and invites Bunny to stay at heI
house next door. Bunny breaks Out
crying and Buck, 1t sight Of hel
beauty. Is her slave.
To Wallace Forbes, Mrs. PrentisI
! relates having seen, the night before
strange lights niysteriOusly appearing
and disappearing In the Heath home
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CHAPTER XI
That afternoon ut two o'clock, tn,
lounge at tho Heath home looked
more fitting place for a social reccp
ton than for c0rOner's inquest.
The big room with it's window
open front and back, showed window
boxes of bright colored flowers, owe
which the thin sash curtains swaye'
in the breeze, and the sunlight playc,
through their fluttcring folds.
On the tables were vases and bias
kcts OF flowers arranged with tn
care and taste that was the resultin
routine of Myra's instructions.
The easy chairs and davenport
showed their summer garb Of flow
| cred English chintz, and small ligh
chairs had been brought from tn
caterers for the audience that wa
expected.
Many people came, both from tn
Park and from. the Gardens, for tn
| Heaths had numerous friends, an
there was the usual quota Of curl
osity seekers.
Coroner Osborn sat 1T a table. hi
canny, dark eyes darling about tn
room, and his small features twiste,
into = thoughtful frown, as he real
ICED the magnitude Of the task DC
fore him.
But he was man Of efficient hab
! its and on the stroke Of two he callc,
his first witness
| This was Katie, the parlor maid
who had first discovered Myra'
body.
She took the chair indicated, an,
faced the coroner with composure.
But Osborn had no suspicion tina
the. girl was in any way implicated
in the crime, and he merely asked
few definite and direct questions a
to her movements that morning an,
her actions on making the discover
Of the tragedy in the studio.
He hsd heard her story before. blu
i had II repeated for the benefit 0
4 the men who were serving as jurors
I Again Katie hesitated when aske
1T what time she had returned To tn
house the night before.
| Coroner Osborn pressed the poin,
''At whst hour are you suppose,
to eQme home, when you have YOU
evening seuti" he asked her.
6seveh O'clock" she repliec
With apparent reluctance.
"Thqt seems TO be Z bit late, bu