Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-03-30

ask. '1f it would be all right for me to go and
talk with your butler?"
valet" corrected Hector grimly
Certainly If you can get by the police"
1--WE got an order from CheeVer's."
And wasn't he prince! Where in the world
did he live? She turned to ask him. but found
that he had already gone. Then she saw his
chauffeur standing by the car, surreptitiouSly
drawing on cigarette. he was good look
ing as Well, but in different way. He wore
his uniform like q soldier When she asked
for MIR. Wells address he told her promptly.
She had the feeling of one talking to sentry
THAT was a pretty terrible thing, wasn't it?"
she ventured.
1T was orrible I've been in the war; lady.
and I've looked on the dead more than once.
But to see a woman like that-it gave me Q
turn"
How do you think she got in while Mr.. Wen
was away?"
'Eaven knows" said Cummings. AT first
I thought she was lady Mr. Well took fancy
to and used to ride about with in the park.
That was my mistake and I'm sorry"
{ IN the long trip uptown Dolls nose. afnicted
by the thousand smells of Underground
travel, was still haunted by the scent of clean
ing fluid. cleaning fluid with the faint odor
of lemon verbena. Where had lemon verbena.
associated with renovated garments, come into
Maud Stoat's life?
Madame ArtoiSl" she exclaimed suddenly.
Madame Artois indeed 1t was who used this
peculiar scent in her process and bOasted of the
secret preparation which removed stains and
LETT nothing but fragrance. Only once had Doll
INDUCED in the extravaganza Of Madame
Artois' exclusive establishment But the odor
OF the returned garments was unfOrgettable.
Lemon verbena. There was nothing else like It.
woman from Cheevers, wearing q maids
uniform, let her IN to Section Wells maisOnette,
examined her credentials, showed her to the
buffers pantry. An old man, sitting in his
shirt sleeves was reading and smoking his pipe.
Before he saw her, Doll noticed the way the
paper shook In his hands. And with those
hands he was supposed to have shot woman,
very accurately through the heart. And not
wasted ammunition either. Poor Hector,
thought Doll, then said 'Hem!" to attract his
attention.
81 beg pardon, madam" Huntingtons hands
still shook as he took of his spectacles
I'm from the Cheever Bureau" she ex-
planned.
OH see." His hands were still trem-
bling Otherwise he showed no fear. Its
natural they should suspect me. Only how
could Mr.. we'll"
"He doesn't think you did it, Neither do
I. Huntington. But the police have got you
down as guilty"
But Miss"
I'm Mrs. Stoat. I'm here to help you out.
You've got yourself in wrong with the police
by telling lies"
what lies?"
why did you say to them that you went
to see your sick boy, then tell my husband
that it wasn't your boy, that you can't re-
the addresses? Now. where did you go last
night?"
Il went to Brooklyn, just like said did.
And 1t was to see my son. Only couldn't
tell anything, because, you see, Charlie has
been'-a whisper-"dealing in liquor, and they
inn OHRn han 0lOR EQnN&
queer last night Mrs. Stoat."
How was it queer2"
THAT man calling me by phone just be-
fore Mr.. Section went out. And saying that
Charlie wanted me quick. And when went
to Brooklyn Charlie wasn't home"
''Was it q man 'phoned you?"
eyes, ma'am. He had a funny sort of &C"
cent.
did you connect that call with the shoot
ing. some way, I mean?"
ST couldn't help putting two and two
together"
Huntington, do you think that woman was
gone from the apartment last night when You
left for Brooklyn"
Ell can't see"
"Are there any closets near the room where
she was waiting?" He shufnled weakly and
she urged, Come on, show me-"
'You see, maam"-he was leading her from
closet to closet-"the police went through pretty
thorough But 'eres a door opposite the coat
closet we usually keep locked"
There key in the door indicated, and
Doll turned the knob and peered in on row
of dark suits
"Was the key in last night?"
eyes ma'am. The detectives was asking me
that, too. I'd had Mr.. Sections suits out that
afternoon to brush them"
when did you finish brushing these things
and put them back?" she asked Huntington.
She had reached the rear of the closet and was
holding up the last sleeve in the row.
about 4 o'clock, should say, ma'am"
It was a dress coat she gripping so
firmly The evidence was not very plain A