The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1937-09-20
BY MARION WHITE

PRISCILLA PIERCE-heroine'
young woman attorney.
AMY KERR-Cillys roommate
and murderer's victim.
JIM KERRIGAN-Cilly's france
HARRY HUTCHlNS - Amy $
SERGEANT DoLAN-offieer
assigned to solve the murder OF
Amy Kerr.
Yesterday: Shy, strange little
Mrs. Corbett tells Cilly that her
mother saw a man throw Amy
from the roof. Fortunately Tor
CiIIy she cannot forsee the tern.
fyins days ahead as a result OF
Amy's death.
"Pll have to phone Harry
Hutchins-and Mr.. Ames,' City
reminded herself. She heSltated'
nevertheless. Perhaps it would DC
better if she waited until she
smoke 10 jim. She could ask nm
TO do it for her. That would DC
easier.
In the meantime she phoned her
own offices and left word that
She would be a little late. There
were the arrangements for AmySS
funeral. Aunt Harriet would
probably attend to that as soon
as she arrived. But neither oil
them could do anything until they
saw the police again. The police
had Amy's body. The doctor was
going to examine 1t Thoroughly
this morning.
She went into the kitchen ana
mechanically set about making
coffee. Amy had been murdered
and the whole world was IN
state of confusion, but neverthe-
less YOU made coffee. No matter
what happened, you always MADE
coffee the first thing every morn
ing.
While il was perking, she went
into the bedroom 10 dress. Ser
peant Dolan would certainly visit
her again, as soon as Mrs. Corbett
spoke 10 him. He would probably
be quite different this morning,
more exacting in his questions,
more demanding in his tone. For
this morning it was case Oh
murder. -,
"Td better be ready for him,
Cilly thought. She was a little
frightened. and she wondered
why. Surely she wanted TO help
the police discover the fiend who
had tossed Amy over the roof.
The only thing to fear was that
ne might not be ap9rehended
that he might be left 10 commit
another crime. She hoped the
coffee would clear her mind so
that not even the slightest detail
of last nights happenings would
escape her. -,
From her closet she took the
black crepe, with the point Venice
collar. Ii made her look very
young and schoolgirlish. You
wouldn't have guessed that she
was 81. and that she had finished
law school and been admitted to
the bar two years ago.
She went out into the dlnette
and poured herself cup of cot-
fee. She drank it down black,
without sugar. Then she poured
a second cup.
Outside in the hall. she heard
Jerry. the porter, talking to some
one. The postman, probably. They
had something to talk about TO-
day beside the weather.
Hear you had an accident here
last night" That was the post
man.
"Yeh. Young lady"-Jerry hes
itated, and Cilly could picture
him pointing to their apartment
jumping off the roof. Suicide.
Pretty tough. She was nice
girl"
Their voices dropped to a MUIR
muir, and Cilly knew they were
drawing their own conclusions OF
the case. What would they have
to say tomorrow and the next
day, when they knew that a girl
had been deliberately murdered
IN TINS mouse
In a few minutes they stopped
and Jerry wandered off TO an
other task. Cilly could hear the
poStman mumbling to himself as
he sorted the different pieces of
mail and put them into their re-
spective boxes. After he left, she
went into the living room to get
her mailbox key out of the desk,
There might be letter from her
sister in Boston.
She ran down the half dozen
steps 10 the vestibule and opened
the mailbox. No letter today.
Just few bills and circulars and
a postcard. She locked the box
and took them back with her. In
the kitchen she looked them over.
A postcard
A postcard from JIM Quickly
she turned it over and read the
message:
"Cilly darling
/ find | must leave Immediately
for Utah. Won't be gone long.
Taking the first plane l can
Jim"
- ,yNrIS