Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-29
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eyes, dear. Miss Jahries has told
them. I suppose it had to come out"
Father, too?"
"Yes, darling. But you mustn't ex-
pect Samuels to have your faith. They
won't hold me long, Celia
She whirled out of his arms and to-
ward Samuels.
How dare you accuse him Of such
an abominable thingl If you'd just
said he'd killed that brute Parados,
could have understood it, But to say
he murdered my fatherl How dare you !
Are you trying to involve an innocent
man because you are not intelligent
enough to find out who is guilty2"
Samuels was dumb before Celias
fury.
''Why don't you ask Miss Brent what
she knows?" Celia, hySterical, now,
pointed an accusing finger at Caroline,
who had just appeared at the door with
Mrs. ParadoS. What is she doing
here? Didn't she force her way into
the house? Isn't she a thief? Wasn't
she caught trying to steal valuable
painting a few minutes after Parados
was shot? Isn't she the only one in
the house who hadn't an alibi both
Friday night and last night? Yet you
accuse Claude of numbering my father l''
Annersley took Celia into his arms
again. I turned toward Caroline.
"Try not to mind, DEAR" / said
gently. "Annersley is in a bad mess
she doesn't know what she is saying"
"The girl is crazy" Mrs. Parados in
terposed coldly. I'm sick of her hys-
terics. She probably knows all about
it. You had better take her along with
AnnerSley, Mr.. Samuels.
Mrs. Parados turned her back and
went out
'You don't think Celia really believed
what she said?" Caroline whispered.
"Of course not! Don't you see what
is facing her?"
"Yes. Her father-and now Mr.. An
hershey. It's pitiful beyond belief.
wish she would let me help her" Caro-
line shivered. None of us will be quite
the same after this, Allan"
had been sure of this for good
while. 1t would not be necessary to
explain that difference TO Caroline.
Kirk, you turned Lum We loosen"
Samuels demanded.
Last night" the big man answered.
"Take Annersley over there and lock
him up. And tell Gridley to hop over
with that gun and have Geddes look
at it. Geddes has the bullets that rub
bed out Parados and Granger Tell
Gridley to bring his report back with
him."
IF the marks on the bullets match
the rifling of the pistol, I am guilty
is that it?" AnnerSley suddenly in
quired.
That's it," Samuels grunted. They'll
match" he added grimly. Get along
with him, Kirk"
Flique took it into his pink head to
halt the procession.
Another question, M. Annersley," he
said brightly.
It thought they'd all been asked"
Annersley retorted.
F1ique chuckled and twirled his mus
tache. "Just little question, but of
an immense significance. When you en-
tered by that patio window to find M.
PaEados dead on the floor, was the win
dow open or shut? Monsieur will think
carefully"
"The window was open," Annersley
replied.
F1iuue bowed. "Merci, monsieur" and
he twirled his mustache again.
AS soon as we had risen from the
breakfast table I followed Flique into
the sun room, although knew he would
not tell me any more than he wanted
me to know.
Monsieur is bewildered?" he in
quired. settling himself into a chair
did Annersley kill Parados and
Granger" l asked.
He chuckled. HAS not M. lie Dep
uty@
straight question:"
Mon ami, it will not do, the simple
yes or no, when 1 cannot prove what
/ know You see? Life is-um-the
word, M rAntiquaire?"
Complex"
"Precisementl'' and he bowed.
quite" I answered dryly "You
mean you won't tell until you are ready.
All right. But you infer that Amer
sley is innocent. How can you believe
that in the face of such evidence to the
contrary? Everybody else in the house
has at lest one alibi-'
mile. Brent "F1ique interposed.
you know very well that Miss Brent
had nothing to do with it,
"Monsieur's tenderness ripens in the
sun of mademoiselle's regard" Flique
remarked oraclIlarly, beaming. ALSO,
there is Mile. Ferris"
But she is Grainger's- daughterl" I
exclaimed. Surely you don't accuse
her of killing her father?"
81 have accused no one" F1iqu re-
torted spreading his hands. "Yoh ell
me that everybody in the house has
an alibi and I correct you. What are
these alibis, ask you again? Have not
we broken two of them? May we not
break another?"
Monsieur" he continued, "the hu-
man spirit is an eagle that scars toward
the-how you say?-unattainable Per-
haps it is the true philosophy. wine
of the gods. the machine of perpetual
motion, a perfect crime.
"Am not right? And does it not fall
with the broken wing. Always. I as
sure you" and Anatole Flique twirled
his mustache.
so it is with the perfect alibi'
Of the guilty man. It has not exist
ence. 1t is not-um-of the human
mind. Always there is the fault for the
inward eve to discover-the inward eye
of Anatole Flique, perhaps"
'Let us see, NJ PAntiquaire If you
can perceive what the inward eye of
Anatole Flique sees in these little mvs-
teries that shall bring us to the big
mystery. Come, let us see.''
Continued tomorrow