The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-08-21
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~, elaborate, bungalow. lived PERRY
6 a9ATH I, an; and his wife, MYRA. They were
IAWRERN6gEE n fNMAN HesaS distant rela-
tive Of Myra's and, aside from Perry.
n'f B3 GPES pen M6 568 young. vivaeious.
Bs4rG haired old friend Of MyT%f IS
presidency OF the Country Club. The
other leading candidate was SAM An
Bl soS Perry Mfe sE es neSsr nsed
rouge, never wore colors. She collected
a6f bits Of glass and her Latest Sr was hns
Myra. provoked at a growing intimacy
man, cutting Perry OIL That gig6}tf she
That night, Heath, stealing downstairs,
surprises his wife With Imam and d, orders
The next morning Myra's body is dis
n in the the stp pd Casb e are made RHr nm
HERRfcK: the butler d disc %srI near ar
Perry 0 Heath 1P' The doctor, when he
ZONES, finds the death blow was struck
with Myra cherished whisky bottle,
The coroner conducts an examination,
and it develops that Perry Heath has
the s"p fact Il that at windows and doors had
been locked on the inside. Detective Mott
S Is Pgn 9Eye nr fa' of the mudsr
Why? asks Bunny.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
The sudden question was in
rather impertinent tone, but was
accompanied by an innocent and
enchanting smile that made Detec-
tive Mott sit up and take notice. He
had his own opinion of young wom-
en- who tried to cajole or bewitch a
detective, and he Immediately began
to watch his step.
why, because 1 want to know all
about when you last saw Mrs. Heath
alive"
THAT was the time" Bunny
spoke softly. II said good night
thlnk--or, perhaps l didn't, were
not very punctilious about such
things, and I went up to my room
and shut the door, and 1 didn't hear
anybody else come upstairs at all. ."
aF"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 gasp and little catch
in her voice.
Mott looked at her. Could 1t be
that this lovely child had some
knowledge, guilty or otherwise, that
she was keeping back?
1T doesn't seem to be an aostruse
question" Mott smiled kindly at her.
II only asked if you left your bed
room again after you went in and
shut the door"
4s'Why, mono, of course l didn't.
"Then you knew nothing of the
tragedy until you came downstairs
this morning."
j" l 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
reet?"
"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 figures on the floor.
Then you were shocked afresh
when you came downstairs and saw
.he-the scene that you did see?"
"Yes-oh, yes"
You gazed at the strangely paint
ed face"
ayes" Bunny's eyes looked
straight into the detectives own. g.
You saw the crimson scarf draped
across the body?"
yes"
You saw the card about Mr..
Heath's work."
Eyes"
You saw the candles burning at
her head and feet, almost as if in a
church,"
yes" Bunny looked rapt now,
and 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
ignore her sudden breakdown,
please answer TINS with candor.
Was there any i'll feeling, to your
knowledge, between Mr.. Heath and
his wife?"
o mo" and Bunny ceased crying,
and faced the detective with all her
Old insouciance and independence.
Most certainly not! They were one
Of the most devoted couples 1 ever
knew"
There was no difference Of 'opin-
on.--I mean on a vital subject?"
No, nothing special or definite.
Except, perhaps, that Mr.. Heath did
not sympathize in Mrs. Heath's
fancy for collecting old glass"
"That would scarcely be sufficient
reason for him to attack her with