The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-05
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ne must have seen Strawn'S name
daily in connection with the muir
ders at the Rhodes House.
Then Dundee remembered one Of
Mrs. Rhodes quotations from the
society page, in which August was
mentioned as the date Mrs. Berke-
ley and Clorinda had returned from
Europe.
Probably the house had been
closed for the summer; with luck,
not even Dick Berkeley would re-
member that Northumberland
been mixed up" in another Sensa-
tional murder case.
But Wicket was speaking tremu-
lousy: Mr.. Crosby and 1 have
been talking about the poor girl
in there, sir.
You saw her for a moment last
night yourself, sir. I'm sure you
will agree with us that she was a
a little darling, sir"
The expression fell strangely from
the usually austere lips of the but
Ter, and Dundee was touched to the
heart. Here was sincere grief.
Eyes, she was a very beautiful
girl" Dundee answered huskily.
You knew her, too, Mr.. Crosby?
I believe I heard you talking about
her with Mrs. Lambert last night"
Seymour Crosby pocketed his
handkerchief, but his somber brown
eyes glistened with fresh tears as
he answered unsteadily: yes, 1
knew her very well indeed. She
was my-wife'S maid for several
years.
PhylliS-MrS. Crosy---Was extreme
ly fond of little Doris, and so was I.
Buff you'll forgive me, Mr.. Dun
dee-I don't believe /. can talk about
her-yet."
And he turned sharply away, to
stare at the placid, Silvery surface
of the lake which had been Doris
very temporary grave.
at understand" Dundee answered
sympathetically, in the character
of fellow-guest.
Pardon me, SIR Wicket spoke.
II see a special delivery boy COM
ing up the driveway. Perhaps
I'd better GO and sign for the let
ter, sir"
"Ill 60" Dundee interrupted.
I'm expecting a special delivery
letter myself"
Luckily, he reached the back door
before the boy had diSmounted
from his bicycle. AS he had ex-
pected, the long, thick envelope was
addressed to himself.
He signed the slip and eagerly
was scanning the first of the news
paper clippings which the envelope
contained before the boy was we'll
away.
These must be from the news
paper morgue," Dundee decided.
I'll have to be careful of them.
Much better than the resume
asked for. Good old Strawn!"
MO time to read them now, al
~ though he was keen to refresh
his memory of the briefly sensa-
tional Crosby case"
Strawn and his men might arrive
any minute, and his chief must not
catch him diSobeying orders. He
thrust the envelope into the pocket
of his dreSsing-gown, wished heart
lily for trousers, and walked slowly
back to the SummerhouSe.
If only he could get to work, make
a thorough search of the summer
house and the lakes edge for clewSi
But, Of course. Strawn was right.
AS a guest in the Berkeley home,
his profession unsupported, he could
be of infinite value to the police.
He did manage, however, without
being noticed by Crosby and the
Butler, who we're talking together.
to retrieve the crystal stopper, pick
ing it up with his handkerchief, in
which he wrapped it carefully be-
fore putting it into the pocket of
his dressing gown.
It was dreary waiting, with that
still, wet body on the bench, and the
odor of the perfume pouring over
them, with every gust of the now
brisk south wind.
But at last the ordeal was ended.
Three cars, with the initials "P. D."
on their doors, swept up the drive
way and curved round the house 70
the east.
Climbing out of the first car, Cap
tain Strawn apparently gave orders
to his police retinue TO sit tight and
await further orders, for he was
alone as he strobe across the clipped
green lawn.
well, the law Is upon us, and I
imagine am in for the first
grilling," Dundee said to Crosby,