The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-21

And I've said so every time nave
been where the thing was discussed"
Good for you, Mr.. Anderson?
and Tod wrung his hand. Il sup
pose not all the Park people think
alike, them
Whom do you suspect, Mr.. An
derson?" Truitt asked, feeling that
the time might be short, and he
must learn all he could quickly.
rWhy, I'm not sure / ought to
voice suspicion, and yet, If It's to
help save the name and fame of
fair lady-of young girl, / suppose
l need not hesitate. l am quite will
ing to put it on record that such evil
dence as has been rehearsed in my
hearing, leads me to think that the
criminal was Mr.. Inman. / may be
wrong. 1 can only say he seems to
me the most likely suspect, as far as.
can see."
"You don't think, then" Truitt
went on, at could have been the in
1ured husband? You don't think
Perry Heath did it?'
Hoy did ,he make a getaway
afterward? I understand the house
was locked up like a bank"
Anderson seemed willing to talk,
at least, until his guests arrived, so
Truitt kept him at it.
YES, l hear it was. But why
would Mr.. Inman kill the woman he
loved?"
"Do you remember line Of a IA
nous poem, Mr.. Truitt? 1t runs;
"For each man kills the thing
he loves
Not entirely true, of course. but a
man might do that from, jealousy, or
unrequited love. And, too Mr.. In
man is the heir. Oh, l don't know,
of course, but he seems to me a far
more likely suspect than Heath. I've
heard the Heaths were married for
several years, and though as q bache-
lor such things are outside OF my
line, don't think the average man
is jealous enough to murder his wife
tfter they have lived together as
long as that"
That's. So" Truitt agreed, and
then Sam Andersons guests began
to arrive and the callers left.
From Tod, from Bunny, from Mrs.
Prentiss, and even calling in one or
two of the servants, it Seemed Steve
Truitt would never cease his endless
firing of queries.
IS On all sorts of subjects, seemingly
with all sorts Of objects, but all more
or less connected with the Heaths
or with other of the Harbor people.
At last, he went off by himself and
smoked a cigar in silence and soil
tude.
He returned, smiling and debonair.
And made himself SO entertaining
and agreeable, that he seemed no
more a prosaic detective, but gay
and jolly chum of Tod's.
But after Mrs. Prentiss and Bun
ny had gone to bed, Truitt turned to
Tod with serious face.
"Old man." he said, that woman
was killed either by her husband or
her cousin"
Right, oh, oracle! I'm glad you
see it that way"
Heath, you know, is still in the
neighborhood."
WAS last night"
us still. And tonight, my laddie,
he will visit the house next door"
Important, if true"
Yes, that's just it. Maybe he
won't But / Think strongly be-
lieve he will
do you happen to know what he
will come for?'
Il do" He will come to get book
out Of the is there library?"
mo, books are in the studio
'All right, then. He'll come to- get
a book out of the studio. Shall we
conceal ourselves behind the arras,
and nab him when he arrives?'
II was awake most of last night"
"Oh, puddinshead. Stay at home,
then. SIN go alone, or, better yet,
III get your aunt to go with me.
must have a witness.
"Of course I'll go. If 1 fall asleep,
you can punch me when he comes"
Admitting to himself, but not to
Tod, that it might be a wild goose
chase, Truitt led the way and fol
lowed by his friend, went silently
across the lawn to the Heath house.
"Sit there he whispered, point
ing to a lawn settee, land don't
move till I tell you
Tod did so, and ten minuteS later,
Truitt came to him and logged his
elbow. "All set" he whispered.
To Tod's amazement, one of the
French windows in the studio was
open.
How'd you do that?'' he ex-
claimed, but Steve only said, Hush,
and pushed him inside.
ITO Be Continued)