The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-01-06
BE0IN HERE TO-DAY.

1nc cn1cf suspects in the murder of JUANITA SELIM, shot at a bridge party are: FLORA MILES, in Ntta's closet reading a note which she thinks is from her husband: DEXTER SPRAGUE, who wrote that note, and LYDIA, her maid.
 Lydia says she loved Nita, and 1s showing SPECIAL INVESTIGA- TOR DUNDEE presents she gave her when TRACEY MILES, one of the guests, returns to take Lydia home with him. Dundee reads Ntta's will, leaving everything to Lydia, which shows Nita's fear of death and gives Lydia additional motive. He learns that Nita went out with RALPH HAMMOND on Thursday night. and saw Spraguc Friday night, the night she made her will.
 Miles tells Dundee that when he called on Nita that morning, he round Nita and Lydia gone. and lph there. Ralph seemed a little Jealous of his calling on Nita too. After Miles and Lydia leave, Dun dec finds the kitchen door has been unlocked. Searching the attic. he finds traces in the bedroom of mans having slept there the night before.
 He calls CAPT STRAWN, who comes with fingcrprint men and de- tectives, and learns that a small grip which Is now gone was in that room when 1t was searched before. He believes that Spraeuc used the room, and was told by Nita to clear out. Lydia came up to tell him To take his things out. Spraguc re. turned that evening and got the grip. Despite this, Dundee doesn't believe Spraguc did it.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XXv.
 Bonnie Dundee's first thought upon awakening that Sunday morning was that 1t might prove to be rather a pity that his new bach elor apartment, as he loved to call his three rooms at the top of a lodging house which had once been a fashionable private home, faced south and west, rather than east. At the Rhodes House. whose board ing house clamor and lack of pri- vacy he had abandoned upon taking the flattering job and decent sal ary of special investigator attached to the district attorneys ofice." he mad grown accustomed to using the hot morning sun upon his reluct-
 
 But-he continued the train of thought. after discovering by his watch that it was only 8:40---it was pretty darned nice having dig ginSs' like these. Quiet and pri- Vate. For he was the only tenant now on the top floor. His lazy eyes roved over the plain severity but solid comfort of his bedroom, and on past the open door to take in appreciatively the equally comfort able and masculine living room. Pretty nice! That leather-up- holstered couch and armchair had been a real bargain, and he liked them all the betetr for being rather scuffled and shabby. Then his eyes halted upon covered cage, swung from pedestal.
 Poor old Cap'n. Must be- wondering when the devil I'm go- ing to get up!" and he swung out of bed, lounged sleepily into the small living room and whisked the square of black silk from the cage.
 The parrot, formerly .he property of murdered old Mrs Hogarth of the Rhodes House, but for the past year the young detectives official Watson" ruffled his feathers poked his green-and yellow head between the bars of his cage and crooked hoarsely: "Hullo! Hullo!"
 "Hullo, yourself. my dear Wat son!" Dundee retorted. Your va cation is over, old top! It's back on the job for you and me both! Which reminds me that I ought to be taking q squint at the Sunday papers, to see how much Captain Strawn thought fit to tell the press
 He found the Hamilton Morning living room door.
 Listen, Capn. 'NITA SELIM MURDERED AT BRIDGE Probably the snappiest streamer headline the News has had for many day. Now let's sec" He was silent for two min- utes, while his eyes leaped down the lesser headlines and the story of the murder. Then: Good old Strawn! Hot word. my dear Wat son, about your absurd masters absurd performance in having the death hand at bridge replayed. Not word about Ralph Hammond, the missing guest Not a word about Mrs Tracey Miles being hid den away in the clothes closet while her hostess was being murdered. In fact, my dear Watson. not d word about anything except Strawn's own theory that q hired gunman from New York of Chicago --preferably Nita's home town, New York, of course-sneaked up, crouched in her window. and bumped her off. And life-sized pho- tographs of the big footprints under the window to prove his theory! By golly, Cap'n! I clean for got to tell my former chief that I'd found Nita's will and note to Lydia! Hell think 1 deliberately held out on him. We'll can't sit here all day gossiping with you. Work much work-to be done, then Sunday dinner with poor little Penny
 Four hours later tired and dis spirited young detective was climb ing the stairs of the five-story walk up" apartment house in which Penny Grain and her mother had been living since the financial failure and flight of the husband and father, Roger Grain.
 Hello. there." It was Pennys friendly voice, hailing him from the topmost landing of the steep stairs. All winded. poor thing"
 His eye5 drank her in-the fresh-