New Britain herald., 1926-09-11
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| Gardens, Long Island, is agog with | the murder of Myra Heath and the | disappearance of her husband, Per | ry.
 House guests of the Heaths are Lawrence Inman. heir to Myra's for tune. and Bunny Moore, vivacious, goldenhaired, to whom suspicion points because of her refusal to an- swer questions.
 Myra Heath was peculiar. She never used cosmetics, never wore colors. She had a mania for collect ing glass, and 1t was 8 rare old whisky bottle from her collection that the murderer used to kill her. Candles were burning at her head ! and feet and nearby was a card marked, ''The Work of Perry Heath" Strangest of all, she was heavily made up with rouge.
 The peculiar thing about Heath's disappearance is that all the win dows and doors had been locked on the inside the night before and were found that way in the morning. Finger prints of Bunny Moore and Inman were found on the bottle.
 At the Country club, the murder is discussed by Sam Anderson, Heath's rival for the club presi- dency; Al Cunningham, who is try ing to solve the prime, and others. Some believe Heath the murderer. Anderson disagrees. Todhunter of NfS-u propticc onI in love with Bunny, suggests to Cunningham that Heath also may have been murdered.
 Emma, waitress in the Heath home, tells of seeing Bunny ascend the stairs about the time Of the murder, carrying her vanity case. Later Bunny Is amazed to get 8. phone call from Perry Heath ad- vising her to keep silent.
 Detective Mott puts Bunny under a grilling. accuses her of the crime and she faints.
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 CHAPTER XXVI
 Todhunter Buck sprang to catch her, his own lips white and quiver- ing with fury.
 "How dare your" he cried, mo police authority gives you right to frighten a young lady like that."
 Don't show contempt for the law, or interfere with it's processes, MT. Buck" Mott said, sternly, in no wise disconcerted by Tod's outburst.
 It was at this moment that Al Cunningham arrived.
 He looked curiously at the little group.
 Bunny, whose faintness had been merely momentary, was clinging to Bucks arnh her face drawn with fear and terror, her whole frame trembling with nervous excitement.
 Inman was apparently dazed-his hands moved twitchingiy and he was looking wildly about, but was seemingly unable to speak.
 Mott was stern, implacable, like an averaging instrument of the law, and Todhunter Buck was trying to control himself. and master the situ- ation.
 Scenting a good chance. as Cum ningham's entrance made slight | diversion, Buck whispered to Bun ny. Come on:" and without further | ceremony, he led her swiftly 1 through one of the open French | windows, across the terrace, and 1 over across the lawns to his aunt's | house.
 My dear child!" said that good lady, as she took the distressed girl in her arms, what have they been doing to you?"
 They've been prosecuting her, Aunt Emily" the nephew declared hotly. That man Mott is brute! a beast! I wouldn't have minded IT. he had asked Bunny questions. if he had ben courteous about 1t l wouldn't have minded even his accusations, if he had shown a de- cent consideration for her. But he banged his talk like a sledge-ham- mer, and he glowered at the poor little thing like demon of wrath oh, he was horrible.'
 By reason of Toddy's valiant in- dignation and Mrs. Prentiss' cooing endearments, Bunny began to re- vive her dropping spirits, and re- cover her poise.
 You are both so good to mel" she exclaimed Tit sort of makes up for that awful mans treatment of me. How could he say l would--do do that to Myra. Oh, Mrs. Pren- tiss, who did do-it? Who killed her? And who could touch up her face after she was dead? Perry couldn't do that I'm sure he couldn't. l couldn't-and Larry couldn't"
 What about the servants?" Mrs. Prentiss was secretly devoured with curiosity
 It's too absurd to imagine Her rick doing that, and none or the others was about"
 "Emma," suggested Mrs. Prentlss.
 "Oh. Emma. she couldn't use & lipstick as that one was used!'
 Her husband could have done it." put in Tod.
 "Oh, mo-" Bunny looked agonized' "Tley were not entlEely toll5cHie'' but he never would kill her."
 But didn't he often urge her 10 use color on her face?" persisted Mrs. Prcntiss, still curious.
 "Yes, we all did. We coaxed her to try it now and then. But nobody could make Myra do anything she didn't want to do."
 Did Carter. her maid want her to use make-up?" said To-day, sud denly.
 "Oh yes, but she had stopped asking Myra to do so. Myra had scolded her too often for suggesting it."
 "I'll bet she's the murderer, then' said Buck, thoughtfully. "She had opportunity, in the sense that any one in the house had opportunity. She had motive If, as I've heard, Mrs. Heath left her a sum of money in her will. And If she did Kill her mistress, she's the only one In the house who could apply that careful makeup, and who would have the