The Waterbury Democrat., 1943-01-23
WHO IS "DUNlBAR?" CHAPTER XVIII

Lieutenant Thatcher of the State Police sat now, in Vaughan Dun- bars hotel room, facing Captain Meehan of the New York homicide squad, and sucking moodily at his pipe. They had gone through the clothing, piece by piece, the shoes and the toilet articles and even the lining of the suitcase.
 All was in discreet order. The clothing was expensive, most of 1t from London and some from New York. But this difference in origins was judged by the two officers rather from the fashioning and the materials than from the labels. Because there were no labels. And no initials. And the laundry marks on the linen were simply those of the hotel laundry.
 There were neither portfolios, brief cases, nor wallets. And mo- where a scrap of paper bearing the written word.
 The fingerprint men had found ample material upon which to ex- ercise their magic. On furniture and toilet bottles, on door knobs and water faucets and window catches, there were dozens of clear prints - and all of them were iden- tical with those on the pistol which had killed Colonel Merriwether.
 Such information as the hotel manager could vouchsafe was un- provocative. MT. Vaughan Dunbar had arrived in 6 taxicab with his luggage about an hour after the landing of a clipper ship from Lisbon at LaGuardia Field. He had registered as of London, asked for unpretentious accommodate and established himself with quiet dignity.
 Tzis hours had been irregular. There were nights when he did not sleep in his rooms at all. But he had made few demands upon the house staff.
 The telephone .calls of record were not many: Several to Stone House, and several messages from Stone House - one or two to the British Legation at Washington one to a press association ofiice in New York. Outgoing telegrams across the hotel desk: None.
 At the garage, it was verified that Vaughan Dunbar'S car had been a 1940 Packard convertible, with black leather upholstery, license number V-212l-Y. It had appeared to be practically new when 1t was brought nj. though it was not the custom of the garage to take Speedometer readings. Nor was it the custom to mark down engine numbers or other identihcations. Neither did the garage preserve 8 record of the comings and goings of its clients automobiles unless they were chauffeur driven. s
 That was all. And Lieutenant Thatcher was frowning.
 When will these rich people 1earn?" he asked glllmly. 'They take in any stranger that has a good front. He robS them if he doesn't kill them. And when we are called in they think we are being crude when we ask, What do you know about this mann"
 T grant you, those people out there at Merriwether's place were pretty much upset tonight, and I had no chance to talk with the girl. But as far as I could make out the fellow just drove up, said something about knowing an old friend of the family, and they took him lovingly into the fold. He WRs pal right oil. And who 8 hB7 That's Cne flrst thing we've got to lind out. Unless we come up tO him."
 Let's get ahead with the rou- Gne," said Captain Meehan. He was an imperturbable man, of a colder and more cynical breed than his colleague. He bent over tho writing desk. and put down slowly:
 1. Check Clipper ship.
 2. Prints and description to TBI.
 2. Check British legation.
 @ Check banks.
 s. Cheek State Department for