The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-05
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nUNDEE shrugged slightly, Their
~ smiled at her disarmingly as he
took a rather crumpled package OF
cigarets and a patent lighter from
his pocket. He was swapping I'M
successfully at the flint when Gig
scrambled out of Mrs Lambert's
lap and snatched the lighter from
his hands.
Bet it needs filing" she told
him. Let me do it! See this funny
little fountain?" and she ran
around The big desk to where an
ornamental little keg with cleaning
brass bands held prominent posi-
ton among writing accessories.
It's a filing station for starving
lighters, but we feed EN- wood alco-
mol instead of gas. Watch!" and she
ierked the lighter apart, then held
the tiny reservoir directly under the
miniature spigot whose tap she
turned. Now see if it will light.
Dundee accepted the refilled
lighter with thanks, then remarked
admiringly: That's neat! I never
saw one before"
Say that to Dad and he'll make
you a present OF one" Gigi assured
him. He patented the thing him
self and one of his factories turns
them out by the thousands.
Hes sinfully proud Of it, too,
Designs a new type of body every
week or so. The house is full of
them Abbie has a gorgeous one for
her sitting room-a modernistic urn
the dearlingeSt thing.
But poor Dad has a beSetting
worry about them. He's afraid some
thirsty and incautious member OF
his precious family will take swig
Of the wood alcohol and fill an I'M
timely grave. Therefore he delivers
periodic lectures on the horrible eff
fectS--"
The ringing of the house tele-
phone interrupted her torrent OF
words. Snatching up the receiver
she cooed "HullOw and winked at
Dundee. "Abbie-on the rampage!
she whispered after a moment.
Aloud: Yes, darling! She's still
being quizzeS.' -. Oh, me? Why
Abbie! How can you? I'm being
my most charming Self-you dear,
little wide-eyed daughter. OF
course I'm not giving away family
secrets! All right. darling. Keep
your shirt on. 1 think they're al
most through"
she wants you to hurry, because
she needs fish" she explained I'M
necessarily.
IN hurry" Dundee grinned at
her. Nov, Mrs. Lambert, will you
please tell me when you last saw
Doris Matthew'S"
AT exactly what time, you mean?"
Mrs. Lambert asked. Let me think.
1t was about II when I came
upstairs. I went to my room first
and was reading a long letter from
one of my New York friends which
I had been too busy to open when
it came on the late afternoon post,
when I suddenly remembered that
I had neglected to enter an impor-
tant engagement for this morning
on Mrs. Berkeley's desk calendar.
"As I was opening my door to go
to Mrs. Berkeley's sitting room
saw Doris hur1ying past on her way
to the backStairS. She looked as
if she had been crying"
Did you stop her-speak to her?"
Dundee asked.
Yes, I called to her. She stopped
in my door and I asked her what
was wrong. She said, Nothing. It's
just that I've been talking with Mr..
Crosby and-and remembering.
II saw that she was emotionally
upset and did not detain her. She
ran on up the backstairs to the
servants quarters and I went to
Mrs. Berkeley's sitting room"
you did" Dundee exclaimed,
startled. I'VE had no idea How
long were you there, Mrs. Lambert?