The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-11-21
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together. don't We? No use to begin
pulling against each other"
Guess so" Strawn groWled, but
he was obviously pleased and re-
lieved. Maybe you'd better have
crack at that crowd yourself. l hear
Doc Prices car-always has a bum
spark plug.
III stick around with him until
he gets going good on his Job, then,
If you'll excuse me for butting IN,
I'll join your party in the living
room. And good luck to you,
Bonnie" he added, to take the sting
out Of the bit Of thrown-in sarcasm.
Dundee took the door he knew
must lead into the central hall, but
found himself in an enclosed sec
ton Of ia small foyer between the.
main hall and Nita Selim's bedroom.
There was room for telephone
table and its chair, as well as for a
half-length sofa, large enough for
two to sit upon comfortably.
He paused to open the door across
from the telephone table and found
that it opened into guests closet,
whose hangers and hat forms now
held the outdoor clothing in which
several women had arrived at the
bridge-and- death party.
Nice clothes-the smart but I'M
ostentatious hats and coats of mon
eyed people Of good taste, he OBJ
served, a little enviously, before he
opened the door which led out into
the main hall which oisected the
main floor of. the house, until it
reached Nita's room.
Another door in the section be-
hind the staircase leading to the
gabled second story next claimed
his attention. Opening it, he dis
covered a beautifully fitted guests
lavatory.
There was even fully appointed
dressing table for Womens use, SO
that none of her guests had had the
slightest excuse to invade the pri-
vacy of Mrs. Selim's bedroom and
bath, unless specifically invited to do
so.
Rather Well-planned house, this,
Dundee concluded, as he closed the
door upon the shining green porce-
lain fixtures, and walked slowly
toward the wide archway that led
from the hall into large living
room.
He had a curious reluctance to
intrude upon that assembled and
guarded company of Hamilton's
real society," They were all
Penny's friends, and Penny was his
DUT his first swift, all-seeing
ID glance about the room reas-
sured him No Mysteries here. These
people brought race and breeding
even into the presence of death.
Whatever emotions had torn them.
when Nita Selim's body was dis
covered were almost ungIessable
now.
A stout, short woman Of about
80 was tapping a foot nervously,
as she talked to the man who was
bending over her chair. John
G. Drake, that was. Dundee had
met him, knew him to be a vice
president of the Hamilton National
bank, in charge of the trust depart
ment.
Penelope Grain was occupying a
love seat" with Lois Dunlap, the
hands of the girl and of the woman
clinging together for mutual COM
fort. And that tall, thin, oldish man
with the waxed gray mustache, must
be Judge Hugo Marshall, and the
pretty girl leaning trustingly against
his shoulder must be his wife
Karen Marshall, who had jumped
at her first proposal during her first
season.
Yes, well-bred people, he con-
cluded, as his eyes swept on, and
then stopped, a little bewildered.
Who was that man?
He didn't belong somehow, and
his hands trembled visibly as he
tried to light a cigarette. Leaning
not nonchalantly, but actually for
support against the brocaded coral
silk Grapes of a pair of wide, long
windows set in the east wall.
Suddenly Dundee had it. O..
Broadway This was no Hamil-
tonian, no comfortably rich and So
cially secure Middle Westerner.
Broadway in every line of his too
well tailored clothes, in the polished
smoothness of his dark hair.
why, it's Mr. Dundee at last"
Penny cried, turning in the S.
shaped seat before he had had time
to finish his mental inventory of
the rooms occupants.
She jumped to her feet and
threaded a swift way over Oriental
rugs and between the two bridge
tables, still occupying the center of
the big room, still cluttered with
score pads, tally cards and playing
cards.
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