The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-11-14
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 me story opens with . pro- I1Eus fn which c murder is com- mItfcd bY Q homicillal mianiac. Later hD boards a train for Long 7Hlnnd, thinking Of the pleasant r1cak.gnd he ts Co have there. Inc name of the murderer Is not Ginc1Osed.
 me scene shift. to the Long 1alnnd home of LINDA and TOM AVERIIsL, plRrried three years and much in love. Linda nnn0unces that instead of three Euesfs over the weekend they 1rD Co have five. The guests will ho: COUSIN AMOS PEABODY, elderly, distant relative of Ldn- dnss who was in New York on business and invited himself tO vlgit the Averills; CAPTAIN DE VOS. handsome Belgian repre- eemGfng q European perfume 7amnufacturer with whom Ayeril hopes to dO business; MIR STAT LANDER, middlcwestern man. aRer of the firm Averill works for. MARVIN PRATT, former smltOr of IAnda's whom she hns not seen for several years, and HAN SHAUGHNESSEY, Irish writer on . lecture tour.
 Immediately there is trouble. Cousin Amos grows angry at Bunty, a faithful old watchdog. At dinner he quarrels with Shaughnessey and calls him q dangerous rebel for defending GandhPs work fin India. Both
 mon show violent tempcrs. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 
 CHAPTER V
 Sure in the knowledge that the new lavender sports frock was a triumph of sophisticated sim that her mellow tan brought out betwitchingly, the blue of her eyes and the bronze lights of her hair, and feeling decidedly re- freshed by a good nights sleep, Linda stepped with lifting fresh ness down the broad polished stairs. The air was fragrant of fresh roasted coffee within the house and flowers and sea from with out. She hoped none of her guests was before her. She had arranged for trays for the two Europeans; the others had assured her they wouNd descend for breakfast. At any rate, Tom was down to do the honors until she arrived.
 At the bottom of the winding flight she suddenly saw her hus- band and his expression annihilat- ed in a second her carefree morn ing mood. Before Linda knew how she got there she was beside him and had her hand on his arm.
 "Tom-what is 1t? Bingo?"
 No. Oh, no, honey-not the kid. Sorry scared you!"
 What has happened ?"
 Poor old Bunty-"
 "Oh!" Linda's eyes filled with dog. Well--we didn't expect"
 Tom looked at her, hesistated, then spoke reluctantly
 "No---she didn't die in her sleep, Binks. Don't raise row, though. of course, you wouldn't"
 Toll me quick-someone's com ing!"
 '.She was killed during the night. Out on the lawn toward the ga-
 from! The poor old dog! Where is she ?"
 HIS jaw set.
 "Where you won't see her. Linda Sorry, but you mustn't-oh, good MT Statlander! I hope you rested well last night. Glad we have such clear weather for the 
 He was talking, Linda knew, to give her time to recover herself and in q moment she was able to echo mechanically his pleasant 
 II think breakfast is ready" she said. If you men will excuse me a moment, I'll see. Take MT Stat lander into the breakfast room Tom. I'll just pop into the kitch- en-" she bolted through the ser- vice door and stood second or two in the short, cool passage. She oh, how she wanted to run upstairs and fling herself childishly across her bed and cry. That poor old dog, that dapling Bunty! Tom was so mysterious what could have happened? Resolutely she put her thoughts on the important, details of her house. wifely duties.
 The girls in the kitchen greeted her dejectedly. Stout Annie, queen of magnificent new electric range, moved listlessly about this former treasure, seeming not to know or care what her short. con- potent hands were doing. Rosie was abstractedly filling a water pitcher. Both waited for Linda to speak.
 "It's a shame about the poor old