The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-09-23

slip While we were taihlnS " <A'
Anderson"
"oh, he couldn't havel was look.
ing about"
mo, you weren't, you were look
Ing directly at Anderson, and so was
I, Depend upon 1t, old man. that's
when the slippery Heath gave us the
go by"
1T seems incredible"
"Tncrediblt. or not. It happened.
Come on. let's go home and go to
bed"
well, you seem contented to lie
down on the job"
my dear boy, what can I do?
What can either Of us do, tonight?"
This was true enough, vet 1t was
with sense Of Disappointment at
his friends failure that Teddy Buck
went to sed.
He slept late in the morning to
make up for his vigils, and when
he came hurrying down to a late
breakfast, he found Steve Truitt
there and smiling broadly as he sat
reading an official communication.
Its from Mott" he said, sue
cinctly, "and though he doesn't say
so, I can't help feeling that friend
Mott is bit glad that the upstart
detective has been outwitted by the
clever criminal"
"Meaning?" asked Buck, his mouth
full of toast and jam.
For answer, Truitt passed over the
missive.' N
1t was to the effect that police
headquarters had received a note
from Perry Heath.
There is no doubt of it's genuine.
ness" the letter said, for we have
had it verified by several who know
his writing"
'The note" they were further in
formed, tells us that Perry Heath
confesses to the murder of his wife,
Myra. He gives no reason for the
deed, but states that he is now so
overcome with remorse and grief
that he has committed suicide. He
says 1t will be useless to hunt for his
body for 1t can never be found, but
he says by the time we read the let
ter he sent, he will be a dead man.
VI says llC pIC lLldI utdlH TO CdDl-
tai punishment; and that he could
not continue to live now that his
eyes are open to the Nervousness Of
his crime" =,
well, what do you think of that?"
exclaimed Teddy Buck returning to
his interrupted breakfast.
Il think Heath is very clever
man. returned Steve, though it
DOESN'T requira a very fine brand of
cleyerness to pull the wool over Mr..
Motifs blinking eyes"
Don't you, believe it?" asked Tod.
"That Heath is suicide? 1 do
not"
Where is he, them"
you ask that question! Oh, Tod
dy, and it was you who let him get
awayw
II did nothing of the sort! You
allowed him to go into the club lock-
er room and of course he jumped out
of the window"
Then we must look for him in
some hospital for certainly he must
have one or two broken legs"
"Oh, you're impossible this morn
ing, Steve. Don't you mind Motifs
Growing over your
He crows best who crows last"
"Oh, then you have got something
up your sleeve! thought as muchw
mo, you didn't think half as
much. You distrusted, or mistrusted
your old pal-that's what you did.
And here COMES Miss Moore, as ever
was! Do you know, fair lady, you
started the whole ball rolling when
you said putty? I doubt, if ever
should have found that puttied pane
otherwise. How did you know"
II don't know how 1 knew. 1 just
stumbled on 1t as 1 was looking
about"
Truitt then told her the whole
story Of the doings of the night be-,
fore, and gave her permission to tell
Mrs Prentiss about it all, when OBJ
portunity should serve. For their
good hostess could never leave her
morning housekeeping for detective
work or any other outside interest.
Tod having finished the jampot,
turned to Truitt, and at once the de.
tective's face became grave.
Come on, boy, and Wen go and
ring up the curtain on the last act.
Do you want to go, Miss Moore? Do
you want to see the arrest of the
man who killed your friend?"
mo, oh, no." and Bunny dropped
her face in her hands. "And when
you come back, don't tell me any
more than you have to-
do you know-Miss Moore?" said
Truitt, do you know the secret?"
mo, don't. But from some hints
I have had from Myra, and some
bits Of talk I overheard, 1 have a
sort Of idea-but-no, I don't know
Perry Heath's secret"
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