The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-02-25
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and he tipped the driver generously
if Mrs. Berkeley high-hatted him,
he was armed with weapon
against her. And he chuckled.
DUT such tactics as Mrs. Rhodes
Id had suggested proved to be I'M
called for. Indeed, the young de-
tective, whose official connection
with the homicide squad Of the po
lice department Of Hamilton was
known to a very limited number of
trusted people, found himself
embarrassed by the efusiveness OF
his welcome.
Dear Mr.. Dundee!" the magnifi-
Gently proportioned, henna-haired
Mrs. Berkeley cried, when, with
young Dick, he made his first ap-
pearance in the drawing room at the
dinner hour that Friday evening
You don't know how delighted I
am that my darling Dick has found
a congenial spirit in this CHASTITY
provincial little town!
THE poor boy has been simply
starved for intellectual companion
ship. Dick tells me that since you
graduated from Yale you have been
studying in Europe. Don't you find
America frightfully crude, bourgeois,
somehow metallic, if you know what
mean?"
Jaw, law off, Mother" Dick
begged, his weakly handsome young
face red with embarrassment.
'"Dundee's regular, not a parlor Boil
Shevist-Oh, hello, Dad! Want you
to meet Mr.. Dundee, a friend of
mine at Yale"
And then Bonnie Dundee shook
hands with the sternest and hand
soonest middle-aged man he ever
had set eyes upon. If Clorinda
Berkeley, by the grace of God or
the Mendelian law, resembled this
tall, dark, dour, kingly man, in
stead of her gushing, dyed-haired
mother, then heaven protect him,
for he was due to fall in love. . g..
Mighty glad to meet you, Mr..
Dundee" said George Berkeley, and
the commonplace, provincial words
did not matter at all, for they were
uttered in a deep baritone that
woulud have been the envy Of a
Shakespearean actor. But the smile
which t1exed the stern mouth did
not extend to the brooding black
eyes with which the multimillion-
aire keenly searched his young
guests face.
Hes got his back up about some
thing" Dundee unused. and I
rather think I know what that
something is. Ordinarily, I'd wager,
Mr.. George Berkeley is very ami
able, though not loquacious gentle
man. All I mean gentleman"
ooh, dear! Wicket is lowering
and looking stern!" Mrs. Brekeley
fluttered, with a Self-consciouS trill
of laughter as she cut her eyes to-
ward the butler who had appeared
for an instant and then vanished.
L wonder where everyone is, George.
Have you seen Clorinda? And 7 do
wonder where Mrs. Lambert and
Mr.. Crosby are? Of course, a dis
tinguished guest like Mr.. Crosby
-"
She paused, with an arch, con-
fidential smile at Dundee; then went
on in lowered voice: 'But one
would think that a paid social secre-
tary, whatever her former position
in society, would rah-ther make a
point of being on time for dinner
Oh. there you are!" she carolled, in
the imitation oxford voice she fire.
quently remembered to assume.
Dear Mrs. Lambert! How very
charming you look! I always say a
woman with that sivery-Whit hair
looks loveliest in black. I wish my
hair would turn white, though Of
course I'm too young
Not that you aren't prematurely
gray yourself, dear Mrs. Lambert
But do forgive me! You look such
a picture that you've made me
forget my duties as a hostess. .
This is Mr.. Dundee, Dicks chum
from Yale. And Mr.. Dundee
may I present Mrs. Lambert-The
Mrs. Van Rensselaer, Lambert OF
New York and Newport, you know,
she added triumphantly, and Dun
dee, as he bowed. remembered Mrs
Rhodes trite smile, like a prize
dog on a iesh."
A TINY smile f1icked in the
IN depths of blue-gray eyes as
Mrs. Lambert murmured an &C
acknowledgement of the atrocious in
PRODUCTION. But not a vestige Of
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