The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-13


young face flushed scarlet beneath
the fine sprinkling of reddish
freckles. Furiously he turned upon
Dundee: $50 you've been telling
tales. have you? And I thought you
were a friend of mine!"
Mr.. Dundee's a detective, too
Dick" Mrs. Berkeley sobbed. ooh,
my poor boy! You don't know
"a detectiVe!" Dick echoed blank
ly. Then his face, which had
turned very pale, twisted into a
grin. Il say. that's a great sell for
me, isn't it?
Il invite friend here for the
weekend and he turns into a de-
tective to spy on me. Or, say.
was it Crosby you had your eye on,
and I just happened to tumble into
your net?"
Strawn saved Dundee the embar-
rassment of replying. I'm waiting
for an answer, Berkeley. Did you
go into the tower room to meet Doris
Matthews?"
Dick glanced first at his father,
then at his mother before answer
ing. Then he flung up his head
def1antiy. II did! And Mother
knows why I wanted to see her SO
badly last night. I wanted to ask
her to marry met
ooh! Oh!' Mrs. Berkeley moaned,
covering her face with her hands,
but the father stared at the son
as if he were looking upon a luna
tic stranger.
And did she consent to marry
yOu?' StraWn pursued relentlesSly.
No! She-she didn't come. -
Dick admitted. Say, Dundee, what
the devil are you writing there?
Am being 'grilled," as the papers
put it?"
Dundee glanced at Strawn, and
the chief of the homicide squad
nodded griTnly. Dick, I'm taking
down what you say because this is
an investigation into a-murder!"
The young mans body sagged as
if he had been hit in the stomach.
''Murder?"
Doris Matthews body was found
in the lake this morning Dundee
explained quietly. She had been
either stunned or killed in the sum
merhouse and her body rolled down
the steps into the water"
IT was nearly five minutes before
L the questioning could continue,
Tor Dick Berkeley turned so sick
that Dundee had to abandon his
notepaper and lead the boy to the
bathroom.
At last, seated on the orchid
enamel bench before the low basin.
set in a big orchid-colored porcelain
dressing table. Dick spoke to his
friend:
Ever been in love, Dundee? j..
And lose her? God, I'm sick! And
: can't believe it yet . Not lovely
little Doris"
When he was better Dundee
helped him back into the bedroom,
where his mother was holding out
her arms. But Dick ignored them
and slumped into one of the pale
green satin boudoir chairs.
Dundee took his own chair again
and very quietly began the unpleas-
ant task of dragging the boys story
from him.
With the questions deleted, and
without the numerous Interruptions
which Berkeley's story, in the form
to which Dundee later reduced it,
follows:
II have been in love with Doris
Matthews ever since the day I met
her. which was Saturday, Aug. 10,
the day mother and Clorinda, &C
companied by Wicket, Doris and
Mrs. Lambert, came home from New
York.
They had been abroad for a
year-mother and Clorinda, I mean.
think Doris liked me lot, too, at
first, though she never said so. She
was always talking about knowing
her place and all that rot.
But as soon as mother hired Eu-
gene Arnold as a chauffeur I knew
l didn't have much chance. Since
he was sort of servant, too, Doris
felt all right about going with him.
and it wasn't a week before they
were spending most OF their time OF
together
i saw her as much as l could, but
she never would go anywhere with
me or even take a walk about the
grounds at night. And was getting
crazier about her every day. At
first, I admit, I didn't think about
marrying her. but when she and Ar
nold got engaged last Sunday night