The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-14

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a broken-spring sofa, whose brown
velvet cover lay in a huddle on the
floor.
A metal smoking stand stood at
the head of the sofa, and in it lay
the tamped-out butts of seven CT
garets.
I'll have our chemist look these
over and tell me approximately how
old they are, though 1 don't sup
pose it matters a whale of lot"
Strawn said, as he emptied the ash
tray into an old envelope from his
own pocket.
THE boy could have Sneaked up
here after the murder and done a
furious lot of smoking then, to quiet
his nerves. We have only his word
for it that he was to meet the girl
here
And even II he was, there was
nothing to prevent his seeing her,
from the window, as she went to
the summer house to keep her ap-
pointment with Arnold-not know
ing he wasn't going to meet her.
Afterwards, this room might
have appealed to him as a good
temporary hiding place. What
are you shaking your head about?"
II can't see, for the life Of me,
how the perfume flask fits in any
wherer Dundee answered. BE
sides. as I said I think Dick was
really in love with the girl"
And he was drunk! Don't forget
that! Many q man has liquored
himself up to state where he'd
rather kill girl than see any other
man have her. But there's no use
theorizing yet. Let's get back to
the old lady. e.
Lord! What woman!" he
added, with profound disgust. Nov,
if it was her that was murdered"
Dundee grinned his full agreement,
then, with an exclamation, bent to
pick up n book that had fallen,
open and face down, near the head
of the couch. 1t was Conan Doyle's
The Hound of the BaskervilIes."
Looks as if Dick was telling the
truth about his reading, at any
rate" he observed, as he turned
through the pages of the first third
OF the book. "At least, it seems
that he made a stab at reading to
pass the time, but his mind was
pretty well occupied with something
else. See?" and he pointed to Page
81, on the margin of which was
scribbled in pencil, Doris Berkeley.
Mrs. Richard Radcliffe Berkeley"
Might be a plant" Strawn
growled. THE kid had all the rest
of the night to think up a story and
ways 10 make it sound good"
Il hardly thing Dick is quite that
clever" Dundee objected. And if
this marginal ~scribbling can be
taken at its face value, we have
/ definite confirmation of his inten-
ton to ask her to marry him"
"All right. Well take it along.
e. Nothing else? Then let's CO."
WHEN the two men reached the
w Second-foor landing of the
marble stairs they found Detective
Clemmons awaiting them, small,
wet bundle held gingerly in his
cupped palms.
The apron, eh? Goodl Where
did Collins find it?"
In the lake, near the summer
house, sir"
Dropped of the bottom step, just
as the body was. so it would make
no splash that could be heard from
the house" Strawn commented, as
he accepted it. "That1l do now.
Clemens. How's everything down.
! stairS?"
Everything quiet now, sir. though
Cain had to call for Harper a few
minutes ago to help him keep Ar
mold from busting out of the ser
wants sitting room. He wanted to
come up here and make you tell him
what's wrong"
When ClemmonS had departed
Strawn took the wet bundle to a
bench against the wall of the sec
ond-hoor hall and, regardless of the
fine petit point upholstery, spread
the contents.
Among the fragments. large and
small, Of the broken crystal flask
he found little silver vanity case,
marked with the initials I'D. NJ"
mo letter" Strawn observed with
satisfaction, as he looked into the
little pocket of the lace and lawn
apron. Looks as If she didn't get
Arnold's note. telling her he
couldn't meet her, and went out to
keep the appointment.
1T may be in her room. Of course,
but wen let that slide till we've fin