The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-04

painted.
But for a moment Seymour Cros-
by seemed too frozen with horror
to obey. The hand which had been
shielding his somber dark eyes from
the sun now pressed frantically
against them, to shut out the dread
full sight.
I'D rather not try to manage
alone. Crosby" Dundee called
sternly. II don't want to bruiSe-
her. Kneel down on the bottom
step and lift her by the shoulders,
please"
Seymour Crosby came out Of his
trance of horror sufficiently to kneel
as commanded, and his white lips
began to babble:
Why, it's-Dorisl Doris! Dorisl
thought at first it was Ietitia-
Mrs. Lambert"
did you?" Dundee grunted non
committally. But he told himself
that if Crosby'S Mortified astonish-
ment was assumed, he was doing
it rather well. That's right
Not very heavy, is she, poor girl?
- Careful! Don't knock her head
against the bench. E.. Now!"
And between them they laid the
body of Doris Matthews, the lady'S
maid upon the wide bench that en-
circled the round floor of the sum-
merhouSe.
The pale-gold hair, which Dundee
had admired the night before when
he had seen it curling about the
flushed. beautiful little face and
knotted in a shining bun on the
nape of the white neck. hung below
the hard bench now in long, drip
ping strands, the color of wet sand.
The slender body was clad in the
plain black silk uniform she had
been wearing when Dick Berkeley
had forced her to dance, Emporium
ing her tipSily to meet him.
But her little white apron of lace
and lawn was missing, and the full
skirt of her dress was bound about
her knees with a clumsily tied silk
scarf OF many colors.
Couldn't it be-Suicide?" Crosby
stammered, his teeth chattering.
IF you had seen me untying that
scarf to take out the rocks with
which the body was weighted down,
you wouldn't ask that" Dundee re-
torted. IT left them piled together
on the floor of the table, to be re-
trieved and examined by the p0-
lice"
THE police?" Crosby repeated,
and Dundee saw his face grow even
more bleak and gray. And Dundee
knew that this new horror was
reminiscent. But of course" he
conceded jerkily.
"OF counsel" Dundee agreed
~ harshly. Didn't I tell you it's
murder2 Look at that cash across
the top of her head! =. No, don't
touch her! We've done all We can
do until the police arrive.
Please step outside and wait till
they come. I'm going to telephone
myself" He glanced toward the
house, saw a man emerging from
the back door. 'NWickett-and head
ing this way. Coming to see what's
up. suppose. I'll wait for him." he
added to Crosby, who had staggered
blindly out of the summerhouse.
Dundee remained inside. One of
his senses had been telegraphing an
inSiStent message to his brain and
now he had time to take it in. Fleur
d Amouri
The little opensided, circular arbor
was reeking with the perfume which
Seymour Crosby had presented to
Mrs. Berkeley the night before and
which Gigi had Splashed madly
upon every person in the room.
Kneeling so that his nose almost
touched the floor. the detective con-
firmed his instructive suspicion.
Undoubtedly the crystal flask had
been broken here. for in one Of the
broad cracks of the flooring he
found silver of glass, as bright
as a diamond In the sun.
Still crouching, he let his eyes
rove over the floor. and across that
part Of the circular bench not &C.
cupied by the body.
Yes, the blow that had killed or
stunned Doris Matthews had been
struck here, for the murderer's
hand had hastily, clumsily swabbed
a section of the floor and OF the
bench.
Very near the bench to the left
of the steps leading into the water.
there was a family brownish stain,
which the hasty swsbbing had not
been able entirely to obliterate.
Bloodl
He was about To rise when his