Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-10

ideals in the great symphonic work of
Brahms and Beethoven. I say, the
tomato puree In this sauce is excellent,
but the Madeira wine IL too vinegry.
Prohibition, Markham, worked deyas-
tain havoc on the food of this coun-
try; it practically eliminated CASTRO
nomic esthetIcs. But to return to Tos-
canini. I'm positively amazed at the
panegyrics with which the critics have
showered him. His secret ideals, I'm
inclined to think are Puccini and Gior-
dano and Respighi And no man with
such ideals should attempt to interpret
the classics. But the Americans wor-
Would you mind, Vance" Markham
asked irritably, dropping these irrele-
vancies and outlining to me your the
DRY of the Kyle caSe?"
"Td mind terribly" was vance's ami
able reply: After the Bar-ds-luc and
GervaiSe, however :"
AS a matter Of fact it was nearly
midnight before the subject Of the
tragedy was again preached We had
returned to Vance's apartment after q
long drive through Van Cortland Park;
and Markham and he and had gone
up to the little roof garden to seek
whatever air was stirring along East
Thirty-eighth street. Currie had made
delicious champagne cup-what the
VienneSe call a Bowle--with fresh fruit
in 1t; and We sat under the Summer
stars smoking and waiting. say wait
ing" for there is no doubt that each Of
us expected something untoward to
happen.
Vance. for all his detachment, was
inwardly tense-I could tell this by his
slow, restrained movements. And
Markham was loath to go home: he
was far from satisfied with the way
the investigation had progressed, and
was hoping-as a result Of Vance's
rognostication-that something would
develop to take the case out Of the hazy
realm of conjecture and place it upon
a sound basis where definite action
could be taken.
Shortly before IL o'clock Markham
held a long conversation with Heath on
the telephone. When he hung up the
receiver he heaved a hopeless sigh.
II don't like to think of what the
opposition papers are going to say to-
morrow" he remarked gloomily, as he
cut the tip OF of fresh cigar. We've
got absolutely nowhere in this investi-
CATION :"
"Oh, yes. we have" Vance was starr
ing up into the sultry night. We've
made amazin' progress. The case. d
We see, is closed as far as the solution
Is concerned. were merely WalIln LOT
the murderer to get panic-stricken. The
moment he does, we'll be able to take
action.
why must you be so confounded
mysterious?" Markham was in a vile
humor. You're always INDUCING in
cabalistic rituals. The Delphic Pythia
herself was no wagner or more obscure
than you If you think you know who
killed Kyle, why not come out with it?"
II can't do it." Vance, too. was dis
tressed., Really, " know Markham,
I'm not trying to be illusory I'm
strivin' to find some tangible evidence
to corroborate my theory. And If we
bide our time we'll secure that EVIL
dence." He looked at Markham seri-
ously. There's danger. of course
Something unforeseen may happen. But
there's no human way to stop it.
Whatever step we might take now
would lead to tragedy. We have given
the murderer an abundance OF rope:
let us hope he will hang himself (. :"
1t was exactly 20 minutes past IL
that night when the thing that Vance
had been waiting for happened. He
had been sitting in silence for per-
haps 10 minutes when Currie stepped
out into the garden carrying port
able telephone
Go be continued.