The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-08-19
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CHAPTER V
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Herrick's excitement made him In
coherent, and without waiting to
dress, Inman flung on a dressing
gown, over his pajamas, and push
ing the man aside, hurried down the
stairs.
He went straight to the studio,
and gave a gasp as he looked down
at the PROSTATE figure on the floor.
The two candles were still burn
ing, but they were suffering and al
most burnt out.
Myra lay in composed position,
but with strange accessories. Her
gown, the one she had worn the eve
ming before, was of white georgette,
simply made. But across the bodice,
now, was flung the deep crimson
scarf that was Bunny's. Round her
neck was a'heavy string of large, al
most barbaric beads, Of red and
gold.
Instinctively, Inman glanced up
at light sconce, where these beads
usually hung, as a sort of decorative
touch.
Their place was empty. Had Myra
decked herself in these things?
He gazed at he" face. Always
beautiful, in her calm pale way, she
was fare more so now, with the
color on cheeks and lips, with the
dark touches that made her eyes
look large and striking, and with
the scarf Of American beauty red,
enlivening her white dress.
And the candles-two of those
from the long studio table, standing
in their brass candlesticks at her
head and feet, still family alight,
but just ready to flicker out, these
gave the effect Of a shrine or n
strange ceremonial Of some sort.
ooh, my God" Larry groaned, as
a man will, who does not know what
else to say.
She's been killed, Mr.. Inman,
sir" said Herrick, as he pointed to
a great confusion on Myra's left
temple.
This was not noticeable at first
glance, for thehead was turned to
that side, and the hair was a bit
f1uffed out as if to hide it.
Inman looked then turned away
in horror, and ran from the room.
Herrick followed him, and they
faced one another as they stood in
the lounge.
What must we do, sir?" asked
the man, and Inman stared at him
speechlessly.
But we must do something"
Herrick urged, allowing himself the
familiar pronoun by reason of the
great stress Of the occasion.
yes, yes" Larry reused himself
to answer. Yes, I suppose we must"
Where is Mr.. Heath, sir?" Her
rick went on, anxiously.
Lord, I don't know. Where can
he be? He must be around some
where"
mo, sir, he amt. Why, he'd be
right here, if he was. Now, what
about Miss Moore?"
Miss Moore? Oh, yes,-well, what
about her?"
"Why, sir, she ought to beer
warned a bit, don't you think?"
Eyes. yes, certainly. Warn her.
Herrick, warn her, by all MEANS"
Herrick stared.
tits not for me, sir I'll send
Mrs. Pierce or one of the maids"
Eyes, do. That's right.-Mrs.
Pierce or one Of the maids
Herrick shook his head. Mr.. In
man was a broken reed. And with
Mrs. Heath dead and Mr.. Heath alb
sent, what was to be done?
do you think, sir" he said, fore
ing himself to suggest, that we
ought to call doctor, Or"
"A doctor? Oh, yes,-a doctor
Why,-why, Herrick, she's dead"
IT know, sir, but it's most general
ly done in such cases. Oh, wish
Mr.. Heath would GOMEZ
II wish so, too. I'm-I'n no good
in a matter like this. I'm no good,
Herrick."
'"No, sir" said Herrick sincere for
once. "Well, then, suppose I tele-
phone for Doctor Conklin, he's the
family physician"
Yes, do,-do that, Herrick, at
once"
Eyes, sir. And I'll send Garter
the ladies' maid, to Miss Moore, and
she can tell her, you See"
II see.'
"And you. sir. yourself, you'd bet
ter dress. for there'n be people COM
ing, you know"
"Why, yes" Inman looked down
at himself as if surprised at his
garb. Eyes, certainly. I will
He went off to his room, and, clos
ing the studio door, Herrick went to
the telephone.
He summoned DIR. Conklin, who
promised to come over at once.
Then, with a swift glance about,
big table, and from a loose pile of
small bills, and box containing sill
yer coin, he helped himself rather
literally, stuffing the money in his
pocket.
He eyed what was left with the
air of a connoisseur. decided 1t was
as little as he safely dared leave, and
closed the drawer again.
Then he turned his attention to
the dead woman, and silently con-
templated the strange details of
Myra Heath's appearance.
Never before had he seen his mis-
tress with artificial color on her
cheeks or lips; never before had he
seen her wearing crimson scarf;