The Washington times., 1932-12-12
BY DON WILKK

Los ANGE ELEs, Dec. IL
u.N.S0.-Aloha. Goodbye! Wan
derwel. Wander we'll! And still
they ask: whats in a name?"
Nothing perhaps in this Wan
derwell murder. But there have
been few killings in history like
this one. It fascinates the detec-
tive mind. 1t intrigues, dazzles.
Somehow, speaking for myself,
Ut leaves me with a sense OF evil
things that portend. I can't say
why. Perhaps it is the strange,
oddly different crew OF. the water
logged, numbering hulk in the in
terror of which the single fatal
shot was fired.
Or it may be one Of those sub
tle lunches, born in the realm Of
the strangely clairvoyant sub
conscious mind.
But great developments from
this single-shot murder impend.
Mark that well.
Had Thousand Enemies
The widow, Aloha, has been re-
ported as saying:
"He had a thousand friends
o thousand enemies too. Every
worth while man has,"
Where in all that army OF
enemy and friend-present and
past, may mere man pick the
killer? The whole world for a
playground, strange ports, far-off
lands, foreign cities with ill
smelling native gu g. rters-the
birthplace of plots and evil. Who
can say?
4 To express a definite opinion
at this stage in a murder case,
so filled with the bizarre, so
loaded down with amazing pos
Sibilities, is not in keeping with
a detective brain. One may
theoriZe only-So far.
Impressed BY Crew
But one must start with what
facts are known. am inclined to
confine my thinking, just now,
to those things about this case
that have impressed me most
from the start. For example,
this crew motley" is not the
word to describe them. But few
ships have sailed the seas
manned co-educationally. Son of
q duke. A youthful skipper.
A daughter of Georgia, barely
of age. Her sister but five years
older. A secretary-and a girl
secretary at that-for adventur-
Gus cruises to- strange world
ports and islands.
She is barely "a years old. A
waitress, but 23-a waitress mind
you. On an ex-rum runners ship,
with engines that need repair
and q youthful skipper who ques-
tions II the hull will stand the
strain much longer! An actress,
an engineer and his wife.
Craig, the seaman, the muir
dered man, Walter Wanderweu;
and Edmund ZeranSki-theSe are
normal members of such a ships
company. An amazing group OF
strangely different people man
ming a ship that wanders into
strange lands For what? Why?
Bound for Strange Places
Colorful men; swashbuckler
types of adventuresome spirits,
escorting a bevy of beautiful
women who hail from Georgia,
from Maine, from Portland, Ore,
from Southern California. This
was the crew. Such a crew for
such a boat bound for such
strange places. Why?
Perhaps the truth as to this
killing will not be found within
the confine of an answer to that
question.
Perhaps from out the past
there are fanatical priests Of
strange religions who found their
temple sacked of sacred idols and
have followed their suspect
around the world.
Perhaps there have been great
profits from strange enterprises
in odd spots of this great world
and maybe those profits were
not properly div1ded-perhaps!
Smuggling! Dope rings! Sack
ing and loot! Hatreds! Loves!
Vengeance! The whole story reeks
with such possibilities. There is
no telling-yet.