Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-11-05

bled as a result of the inter.
view. He opened the window
and the droning Summer noises of thu
street drifted in to us. He stood fol
several minutes in silence and neithe
Markham nor Heath interrupted hi;
nieditations. AT length he turned and
without looking at US, said In quiet
!. retrospective tone:
There are too many cross-current:
IN this house-too many motives, tor
many objects to be gained, too many
emotional complications. A plausible
case could be made out against almost
any one"
Bliss ENHANCEMENT in this crime?'
Markham asked
"Oh. my world" Vance leaned against
the center table and gazed at a large
oil portrait of the doctor which hung
on the east wall Every one apparently
HAM doesn't like his employer ano
writhes in psychic agony at each bas-
ketful of sand that is excavated from
srtef's tomb. Salveter Is infatuated
with Mrs. Bliss and, naturally, her hus-
band is an obstacle to his suit. AS for
ri1e lady herself I do not wish To
wrong her but I'm inclined to believe
she returns the young gentlemanIs al:
lection. If so, the elimination of Bliss
would not drive her to suicidal grief"
Markham's face clouded.
:'I got the impression, too, that Scar
lett was not entirely impervious to her
charms and that there was chilliness
between him and Salveter."
"Quite. Ca creve les yeux." vance
nodded abstractedly. Mrs. Bliss Is I'M
deniabiy fascinatin I say, II
could find the clue I'm looking for!
Y know, Markham, I've an idea that
something new Is going to happen anon.
The plot thus far as gone awry. We've
been led into a Moorish maze by the
, murderer, but the key hasn't yet been
placed In our hands. When it Is, III
know which door it'll unlock-and 1t
won't be the door the murderer intends
,is to use it on Our difhculty now Is
that we have too many clues, and not
one of 'em is the real clue. That's why
we can't make an arrest. We must
wait for the plot to unfold"
aIt's unfolding, as you call II, TOO
swift for me-" Heath retorted impa-
tiently. "And don't mind admitting
that I think we're getting sidetracked
After all's said and done, weren't Bliss
fnrerprints found on the statue, and
M one else's? Wasn't his stickpin
found beside the body? And didn't he
have every opportunity to bump Kyle
:serreant."-vance spoke patiently
fsiind scientific training commit muir
der and not only overlook his nnger-
prints on the weapon. but also be SO
careless rs to drop his Scarfpin at the
scene Of the murder and then calmly
wnit In the next room for the police
20 arrest him, after having made bloody
footprints to guide them?"
aAud there's the opium, too, sergeant"
added Markham. 1T seems pretty clear
A.. u
Have it your own way, sir" HeathS
tone bordered ON ifnpoliteness. But
don't see that we're getting anywheres."
AS he spoke Emery came to the door.
Telephone call for you, sergeant,
he announced. Downstairs"
Heath hurried eagerly from the room
and disappeared down the hall. Three
or four minutes later he returned. His
face was wreathed In smiles, and he
staggered as he walked toward Vance.
@Huhl" he inserted his thumbs IN the
armholes of his waistcoat your good
friend Bliss has just tried to make
getaway. My man. Guilfoyle, who I'd
piaoned to tail the doctor, picked him
lip as he came out of this house for his
walk IN the park. But he didn't go to
the park, Mr.. Vance. He beat it over to
Fourth avenue and went to the Corn
Exchange Bank at Twenty ninth street.
II was after hours, but he knew the
manager and didn't have no trouble
getting his money"
MONEY!"
"surei He drew out everything he
had In the bank--got Il In Juveniles, fif-
ties and hundreds-and then took 8.
taxi. Guilfoyle hoped another taxi
ana followed him uptown. He got
on at Grand Central Station and hlir-
ried 70 the ticket ONCE. 'When's the
next train for Montreal?' he asked.
-Four forty-fiye,, the guy told him.
Gimme . through ticket he said.
II was then 4 o'clock, and the
there, waiting. Guiifoyle came up to
him and said: Going for 9 jaunt to
Cenadar The doc got naughty and
refused TO answer. Anyway said
Guiifoyle, I don't think you'll leave
the country today And, taking the
doc by the arm, he led him to
i s ~sT 6 Se3e With y Gufogs SSc. on
friend" The sergeant rocked back and
forth on his feet. what do you
think Of that, sir?"
Vance regarded him lugubriousIy.
And that IS taken Is another sign
Of the doctors g,iilt2" He shook his
head hopelessly. 'Is II possible that
you regard such childish attempt Of
OcS1tsG 90 AAAGAN1AtA&bAkAA( say,
sergeant: Mightn's that come under
the head Of panic on the part Of the
impractical SCIENTIST"
Hsure It might" Heath laughed
unpleasantly. "All crooks and killers
get scared and try to make getaway.
But 1t don't prove their hly-white in
nocence."
"Still, sergeant, "--vance's voice was
oiscouraged-"a murderer who acct
dentally left clues on every hand
pointing directly to himself and then
INDUCED in this final stupid folly Of
trying to escape would not be exactly
bright And, / assure you, DR.. Bliss
Is neither an imbecile nor q lunatic."
Them's mere words, Mr.. Vance" de-
clared the sergeant, doggedly. This
bird made coupla mistakes and, see
Ing he was caught, tried to get outa
the country. And. I'm here to tell you,
mats running true to form"
oh, my aunt-my precious, dod-
derin' aunt" Vance sank into q large
chair and let his head fall back YEARLY
against the lace artimacasSar
(FRIDAY, JULY 10; Ais PM
Markham got up irritably and walked
the length Of the room and back AS
always In moments of perplexity, his