The Indianapolis times., 1930-04-07

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BERKELEY's typewriter 70 trsnscribe
notes on the case and discovers oaIoon
me a letter to his lawyer regarding the
purchase Of beauty psrlor to be run
5v Doris. He es5s.5 ssks RiIqsef abet le,tsrs "ao
NOW GO on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE Con
tinuedD
Eyes" Cigi laughed. Funny Dad
should choose one in the shape Of
a whisky barrel, isn't it? See the
Xxx? But see also the skull and
crossbones below, to warn you that
the liquor this little barrel holds is
most awfully poison! Ready?
I'm going with you and watch you
work"
NO. you're not!" Dundee correct
ed her positively. Go roll hoop,
infantl"
"I think you're meanl" Gigi
sulked, but she was grinning cheer
fully again when he firmly shut his
own door between them
His room, which really was Dick
Berkeley's study, was a pleasant
place. with the afternoon sun flood
ing it and crisp breeze stirring
the wool-embroidered pongee cir
tains.
Although he was eager to get to
work, Dundee stepped TO one Of the
broad, low windows and looked out
upon the beautifully kept front
lawn, breathing deep of the tangy
autumn air.
Those we're literally his first deep,
lazy breaths since the body of Doris
Matthews had been discovered in
the. lake that morning.
CUDDENLY he leaned farther out
DOT the window. surprised at the
sight Of two figures slowly approach
ing from the west side Of the
house.
A big, splendidly built man and
a slighter, younger one, both in
tennis flannels, both swinging
rackets as they walked and talked
together, in apparent good-fellow-
ship. George Berkeley and his son.
Dickl
''WeT, II this tragedy has brought
them closer together, that's some
thing to the good anyway" Dundee
commented to himself. as he pre-
pared to set to work.
He opened Dicks desk. set Mr.
Berkeley's portable typewriter upon
il arranged his Sheaf of notes on
one side of the machine and the pad
Of confiscated paper upon the other.
About to head the paper he had
found in the machine with the
words, MRS. BERKELEY STORY,
ne happened to look at the edge of
The carbon paper projecting slightly
from the edge of the two sheets Of
white paper.
The carbon paper was turned
rong side up. so that if he had
7ritten, the second sheet would
ave been blank. Rolling the three
heetS out of the machine, he was
oout to reverse the carbon when
noticed that it had been used
ut once and that only the date,
eading and five lines of an unfin-
he'd letter had cut into its gleam-
G purple surface. He glanced at
le reverse printing casually.
Suddenly he uttered sharp eX-
olamation. then dashed to the bath
Oom. Standing before the mirror
oove the basin he held the carbon
laper 50 that it was easy to read
What George Berkeley had written;
Hillcrest,
Sept. 81, 1929.
.ir. G. z. Atwood.
Attorney-at-LaT.
reen Building,
amilton.
Dear Chris: There is a small
latter which I wish you would han
ie for me personally, in Strictest
confidence. As if 1t were for your
If, I should like you TO investigate
he commercial possibilities of a
mall beauty shop or beauty parlor
sna good block in Hamilton, getting
N estimate of the cost of
Dundee whiStled, long and low.
ere was the answer to at least one
If the perpleXing questions which
Doris last letter had raised. 1t
rs George Berkeley she had meant
hen she wrote: 1T will take buck
of money, of course, but know
here I can get all or more than
sed..
Why should George Berkeley be
ling to finance a beauty parlor
ra girl who had been in his en-
,oy less than two months? A girl
no had, innocently or not. cap
red the love of his only son?
And the date of Berkeley'S letter
his lawyer was Sept. 27-Friday.
ne day Doris Matthews was mur-
red. Why had George Berkeley
OF finished that letter?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
XTHY had George Berkeley not
wv finished that letter? That
lestion had just crashed through
undee's almost dazed brain when
lere came knock upon the door.
He opened il TO find Wicket gin
srly holding a large bird cage, in
hich Cap'n crouched upon his
erch, every feather ruffled indig-
lntly.
A policeman brought this. sir.
says you wanted it. sir"
Right, Wickett!" Dund e e
ghed. Hello. Cap'n. 1 told you
might send for you." and he
ched into the cage to stroke the
ow-and-green head Soothingly.
Ie nipped me. sir. when tried
10 that. Wicket offered sadly.
I'm afraid he's a one man bird. .
1dee grinned. "By the way,
skett. I'd rather you did not men,
b the parrot I don't care 70
q a reputation for being eccen-
ic."
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