The Washington times., 1935-08-10

Of the placement Of the different
rooms. He had observed that the
room occupied by Roger Thorn
ley was around the corner, beyond
the turret Sitting-room where Rem
ton was to have waited for Betty
Also, he found this room in some
disorder-the remnants Of a yell
low telegram were torn into bits.
There had been an empty bottle
Of whisky on the floor near the
waste basket as though it had
been SHE'D there by an unsteady
hand. The whole room reeked of
the recent heavy imbibing Of
whisky, and Thornley's evening
clothes were tossed in a hasty
heap on the disarranged bed. In
contrast to this disarray, his other
clothing, his hat, ETC., were hung
in perfect order in the closet. His
toilet things were immaculate on
the dresser.
Cyrus K. had studied the room
for q long time.
He had also stood for quite a
while in Wilbur Renton'S room.
And there a peculiar thing had
struck him. Even as the police
lieutenant was saying: Nothing
here to interest us, Mr.. Mantel,"
he had noticed it. Contrary to the
arrangement in all the other
rooms, in this one there was no
writing desk, and none of the
neceSsaries with which to write a
letter.
Another Suspect
MillbankS had shut himself in
his own room, after seeing the
sad procession go out over the
snow-covered garden that bore
from him all that remained of
his young bride. He had done
only one thing after that. Stead
lily he had walked into the music
room and with his own hands had
extinguished all the gay lights on
the shining Christmas tree. When
it stood dark and somber, in the
shaded room, he had stopped, and
picked up one Of the tissue"
wrapped packages, marked "Schuy'
Ter from Donetta" and another,
"Donetta from Schuyler" and hold
ing these carefully, and closely, he
had gone slowly upstairs, and the
closing of his door shut him away
from the household and his guests.
Cyrus K. had left the authorities
questioning the frightened serv-
ants.
His first act upon returning to
town had been to telephone In
giles, to tell him exactly what had
happened, with the result that he
had counted on from the begin
ming.
Ingles had gone to Mineola and
arranged for the transference Of
Vane to the New York Tombs, as
New York asserted prior right,
Vane being technically under their
Jurisdiction, out on bail, now re-
called.
Cyrus K. smiled whimsically,
though somewhat grimly, as he
thought that here they were, in ap"
parently the same place as they
had started.
He drew the locked book toward
him, took the key from his pocket
and unlocked it, turning directly
to the page titled possible Sus-
pects," carefully read what he had
written there, and beneath the
name "ISobel Vane," he wrote
"Roger Thornley," and underscored
it. He then turned to "Deduc-
TONS" thought a moment, then
wrote: "Who is the real murderer
of Donetta Dane Millbanks?"
where is Mile Thornley,"
What has Gerry Gordon got to
do with all this tangle?" He then
closed and locked the book.
AS he laid it once more at the
side of his desk the phone rang.
He smiled and picked it up.
Hello, Betty" he said. Glad
to hear from you, my dear"
"Uncle Cyrus" her voice was
breathless. I'm coming right
over. Have you seen the papers?"
The phone clicked into place and
Cyrus K. smiled again, and rang
for the papers.
He went through them quickly
till he came to the one that had
call on the services Of his niece.