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HomeMy WebLinkAboutZurich Herald, 1933-04-13, Page 2Murder at BrI By ANNE AUSTIN. e o-o-m-a•a• r•@•IVO .4.1110-4, SYNOPSIS. the front door unlocked when he came Investigating the murders of Juanita Selina and Dexter Sprague, who he thinks were partners in blackmail, "i3unn.ie" Dundee learns that Juanita Leigh was married to Matthew Selim in 1918, was soon deserted, but apparently not divorced. From Serena Hart, stage star, .he learn:; t'.at N..a's picture was printed with a stor• about the suicide of Anita Lee. Dundee wires to Penny Crain, district suicide story secretary, printedein Hamiltt on. After this s_ory appeared four of Dun- dee's possible suspects married—Peter then same year, and Judge11Marshall,, own n- er of the d2..th weapon, almost seven years later. Nita deposited 510,000 in cash in Ham- ilton which Dundee considers "back ali- riedya'frogain,mhlnking her dead. husband who hDundee, on his way home in response to a wire from the district attorney, finds he has made ar wh ch have probably putrevelations tbetheemrderer en his guard. At home he finds a note ender his door, in last night?" Dundee asked. "Does he admi' it?" "Yassuh," Belle told him sulkily. "Thanks' Belle. That will be all now," and Dundee did a great deal to dispel the chambermaid's gloom by presenting her with a dollar bill. When she had game the detective ,read the note again, then looked at it and its envelope more closely. They had a strangely familiar look.. • . Suddenly he jerked open e drawer of his desk, on -which his portable typewriter stood, selected a sheet of plain white bond, and rolled it into the machine. Noiselessly he tapped out a copy of the strange, taunting message. Yes! The lefthand margin was identical, the typing and its degre CHAPTER XLV. of blackness were identical, and the Dundee set his traveling paper on which he had made the copy Bonnie as that on which was exactly the same the original had been written. The truth flashed into his mind. It eras no coincidence that he had a copy of the very ook to which his un- known correspondent referred him. For the note had been written in this very room, on stationery conveniently at hand, on the noiseless typewriter which had been far more considerate about not betraying the intruder than had the parrot whose slumbers had been. disturbed. "But why did my unknown friend risk arrest as a burglar if he wanted to give me an honest tip?" Dundee remarked aloud to the parrot, who croaked an irrelevant answer: "Bad Penny! Bad Penny!" "I'm afraid, niy dear Watson, that these words will not be so helpful in this case," Dundee assuted his par- rot absently. "Another question, Cap'n—why did the unknown bother to take my `Who's Who' out of the bookcase and put it on that particular shelf?" Warily, for his scalp was prickling with a premonition of danger, Dundee crossed the room to the shelf, but his hand did not reach out for the red book, which might have been expected to solve one problem, at least. "Why the shelf?" he asked himself again. The shelf, with its drapery, offered no answer in itself, for it held nothing except the red book, a Chinese bowl, and a humidor of tobacco. And be- neath the shelf was nothing but the old-fashioned register, the opening covered with a screwed -on metal screen which was a mass of big holes to permit the escape of hot air when the furnace was going in the winter. Suddenly Dundee stooped and star•• ed with eyes that were widened with excitement and a certain amount of horror. Thn he rose, and, standing far to one side, picked up the fat volume which lay on the shelf. As he had expected, a bullet whizzed noiselessly across the room and buried itself in the plaster of the wall oppo- site—a bullet which would have plow- ed through his own heart if he had obeyed his first impulse and gone di- rectly to the shelf to obey the instruc- tions in the note. But more had happened than the ,rhizzing flight of a bullet through one of the holes of the hot-air register. The "Who's Who" had been jerked almost out of Dundee's hand before he had lifted the heavy volume many inches from the shelf. Coincidental with the disappearance of a bit of white string which had. been pinned to a. thin page of the book was a metallic clatter, followed swiftly by the faint sound of a bump far below. Dropping "Who's Who" to the floor, Dundee flung open his living room door and raced down three flights of stairs. He brought up, panting, at the door of the basement. It was not locked and in another minute he was standing before the big hot-air fur- nace. With strength augmented by excitement, Dundee tugged and tore at one of the pipes until he had dis- lodgel. it. Then, thrusting his hand into the heat reservoir, he groped until he found what he had known must be there—Judge Marshall's automatic, with the Maxine silencer screwed upon the end of its short nose. At last he held in his hands the weapon with which Nita Leigh Selim and Dexter Sprague had been mur- dered. The ingeniousness of his own at- teinpted murder inoveii him to Stich profound admiration that he could scarcely feel resentment. If, in the excitement of hunting for a promised clue, he had gone directly to the shelf, standing in :front of the hole in the register into which the end of the silencer had been jammed, so that it showed scarcely at all, even to eves lcokin; for it, he would now have been dead. And the gun and silencer, after hurtling down the big hot-air pipe behind the register, could have lain hidden for months, even years,. in the heat reservoir of the furnace. With the weapon carefully wrapped his handkerchief, Dundee went up in interrerillg with the liberty of 0.0 - the stairs ab. sat as swiftly as he tion c,f any hind of their number,. 18 had gone doal 'cies meeting no oAt self•pratectlon,--'-3ob:n StUalit Mill, , bag upon a chair and picked up the sealed envelope which bore no other ,Inscription than his name. The note It contained was on paper as plain as the envelope, was typed and un- signed: "If Special Investigator Dundee will consult page 410 of the latest WHO'S WHO IN AMERICA, he will find a tip which should aid him ma- terialitiy in solving the two murder cases which seem to be proving too difficult for his inexperience." A wry grin at the unfriendly gibe of his anonymous correspondent was just twisting his lips when a double knock, with which he had become very familiar, sounded on the living room door, which he had not completely closed. "Come in, Belle!" A morose, slaek-mouthed mulatto girl in ancient felt slippers sidled into the room. "Howdy, Mistah Dundee," Belle greeted him Iistlessly. "You got back like the paper said you would, didn't yuh? And I ain't sayin' I ain't glad! Dat parrot o' yoahs is a nuisance-- nippin' at mah fingahs, an' screechin' his fool head off. Mistah Wilson lit into me dis mawnin 'cause I forgot to put Cap'n's covah on his cage las' night." "Just tell Mr. Wilson that for once he's wrong. You did not forget to rover Cap'e's cage, Belle. Look!" The girl's dull black eyes bulged. as they took in the cage, completely swathed in a. square of dark silk. "Mistah Dundee!" she ejaculated. "I didn't put dat covah on dat bird's cage! An' neithah did Miss' Bowen, 'cause she been laid up with rheumatic; eveh since you lef', an' eveh las' en- durin' think in. dis of house has been let' fo' me to do!" "Then I suppose the indignant Mr. Wilson came up and covered Cap'n himself," Dundee suggested, crossing the room to the bookcase. "Hiro?" Belle snorted. "How he gonna get in hyer widout no key? `Sides, he'd a-tol' me if'n—" "Belle, how many tines must I ask you not to misplace my things?" Dun- dee cut in irritably, for he was tired of the discussion and angry that his ec.py of "Who's Who" was missing from its customary place in the book - ease. "Ivte? ... I ain't teched none o' yoah things, cep'n to dus' 'em an! lay 'em down whar I fount 'em," Belle retorted. Dundee looked about the room, then his eyes alighted upon the missing book, lying upon a shelf that.extend- ed across the top of an old-fashioned het -air register. "Belle, tell me the truth, and I shall wet be angry: did you put that red book on that shelf?" Dundee asked. "Nossuh! I ain't teched it!" "And you did not put the coven: over my parrot's cage, although I had tipped you well to feed Cap'n and cover him at night," Dundee said severely. "1 gotta heap o' wuk to do—" "And you say that Mr. Wilson left A New Role Jackie Coogan, who made a fortune as juvenile movie star, is now Jarom, the leper boy, in Santa Clara university's passion play. on the way to hie floor. "My most heartfelt thanks to you, Cap'n!" he greted his parrot. "If you had not squawked last night and so frightened the murderer that he made the vital error of covering your cage, I should never have annoyed you again with my Sherlock ruminations on cases which do not interest you in the slightest" The parrot cackled.• hoarsely, but Dundee paid him scant attention. ile picked up the now harmless "Who's Who" and turned to page 410, a cor- ner of which had disappeared with the •string which was still fastened to the hair-trigger hammer of the Colt's.32—very clever and very simple! The murderer of two people and the .vould-Le murderer of a third had had only to unscrew the metal cover of the register, wedge the end of the silencer into one of the. many holes, replace the screws, and paste the end of the string to a page of the book he hacl selected as the one most likely to appeal to a detective as a clue source... . No, wait! He had had to do more: Dundee bent and examined the inetai cover of the register.. The circtinifer- eree of the hole the .murderer `had chosen as the one whicrould. be di- rectly in front of • iYtmdeb's heart gleamed brightly. 1t1itid"-beea neces- sary to enlarge it considerably. The murderer had left: a trace after all! But the book was open in Dundee's hands and -his eyes rapidly scanned page 410. And he found what the murderer had not expected him to live to read, but which he had counted on as an explanation of the note which the police would have puzzled over, if all had gone well with his scheme. rooms on the top NEIGHBORS TALK Long -Lost Quarry Of Egypt Found Army Patrol Happens Upon the Diorite Source, Un- known for Some 3,500 Cairo.—Quite by accident an arch- aeological 'discovery was made early last Summer in Zipper Egypt which has just now, after further investiga- tion, resulted in the identification of a diorite quarry of the Old and Middle Kingdoms of ancient Egypt—lost 3,500 years—the location of which had been hitherto unknown to Egyptologists and geologists, although diligently sought in recent times. It was last June that a car patrol of the Egyptian Army, accompanied by El-Farik Sir Charlton Spin!cs Pas- ha, commander of the Egyptian Amry, while passing through an unsurveyed part of the Western Desert about forty miles northwest of Abou Simbel, no- ticed two cairns on a ridge. They ap- peared to be much larger than the usual desert landmarks of that type. Closer investigation revealed two most interesting inscribed stone blocks at the foot of one of the cairns. These were sent to the Cairo Museum for further examination, One bore the name of the little-known King Dadefre of the fourth dynasty, no monument of whom had been known hitherto south of Sakkara. The other block, made of almost jet black dio- rite, and very badly weathered, was a record of an expedtion. sent out under King Amenemhet II of the twelfth dynasty to bring mentat stone from the desert. Mentat is the ancient Egy- ptian name for the dark granite of As- suan. "I am employed in a theatre and it is a problem to make ends meet, as I help support my mother and sisters. I like to dress well but haven't very much to spend on clothes. To give the wrpearanee of variety to my slender wardrobe I change the color of a dress or stockings as soon as the things be - coil a faded, I always use Diamond Dyes for the wr,r t using thein asdyes for ;dr.esse. anti ,as tints for stockings. I have always gotten' such perfect re- sults that our neighbors talk about the great number of new things 1 have. iearned,1 baht I?lamdnd,Dyes from .our wardrobe inistreso. She •s0s'511d has tried, all the dyes on the market britforte.71Ast i"spliai1 work and 0 ' are Sposy to is -•vis' iaiamoncl Mos.. I uoer tans t41ey.Are the world's most I;opular dyes i --laid` they deserve to be." L. P., Montreal. ISSUE. No. 14—'33 ORANGE PE O BLEND "Fresh from Rile Ciatrcl mars Sir Christopher Wren Visits Paris Writers who have failed to realize the importance of this visit of Wren to Paris at the impressionable age of thirty-three, when his faculties for ab - ,sorption were never higher—and most of them have failed to realize it—have host the real key to Wren's greatness. I doubt if it has been realized to the full, even yet, how -important this short visit of sx months was to Wren and how greatly it affected his after life. As soon as he set foot on French soil he seems. to have been caught by the sight of a few French domes and to have been filled with creative ideas. There was plenty of Flamboyant Gothic for his admiration if he chose to lavish it; he seems to have passed it by. The fame of St. Peter's had begun to affect Parisian architects and build- ers; the church of St. Paul and St. Louis, close to the Place des Vosges, for example, attracted Wren's eye probably no less than Ste. Marie cies Feuillantnes; that he was deeply im- pressed with the domes of the Sor- Bonne and the Val -de -Grace is quite certain. The facade of the Sorbonne gave Wren something to ponder over, and there is little doubt that he made a mental note of the saucer -donees of the interior, for those with which he subsequently decorated his vaulting at St. Paul's are very similar in appear- ance. I point again to Oxford. His sur- roundings there surely should have set up in him a desire to express himself architectually, for no city in England has more to offer hm. He had never seen a dome worth calling a dome un- til he visited France; spires he had seen in plenty. So that his English surroundings in the most English of all. English cities had not captured his spirit, He lived in a city of spires, but he devoted his time to the study of the heavens. Then we find him taking a short holiday in France, and we also find him combining his classic thoughts with what France had to show him of classical nature. His imagination was Long -Sought Diorite Quarry After careful study, it was pointed. out by Mr. Engelbach, director of the Cairo Museum, that it is not very like- ly that the ancient Egyptions would have sent an expedition far into the desert for something that could be ob- tained more easily in the Nile Valley. It is believed that the term mentat might have been used to designate all the dark hard rocks of the south, and that, therefore, this might be the site of the diorite quarry of the Old and Middle Kingdoms which has been so eagerly sought by Egyptologists and geologists. Several weeks ago Mr. Engelback himself visited the site and almost im- mediately became convinced that the lost quarries had indeed been found— outcrops of magnificent stone showing in the afternoon light as a deep blue against the red granite boulders. Every variety of diorite is to be found there, from the dark green and black stone used for the Old Kingdon Royal statues to the white stone, speckled with black, so often used for bowls and vases. Gut Boulders in Quantity It seems that there was no main. quarry, but from the chips and other indications it appears that the Egyp- tians dug out boulders until they ob- tained one of the required size free from flaws. Here and there on the desert large blocks were observed showing traces of rough dressing, but all appear to have been abandoned be- cause of flaws. A ramp was also found, made of the same stone, about ten yards long and a yard and rehalf high at the end, by which blocks-couldhave been rolled up to load them on to a sled. or wagon. Near the cairns and here and there among the outcrops were the remains of the huts used by the workmen, in which were potsherds, all of the Mid- dle Kingdom: The only other docu- ment discovered here was a block bearing the name of King Isesi (Assa.) of the fifth dynasty. (To be continued.) True Service (Written in the album of a child) Small service is true service while it lasts; Of friends, however humble, score not ' one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew -drop from the sun. —Wordsworth, in "Yarrow Revisited." Gems from Life's Scrap -book Thought ".A. single grateful thought towards heaven is the most perfect prayer."--- Lessing. There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so."—Shake- speare. "Whatever guides thought spiritually benefits mind and body."—Mary Baker Eddy. "Thought takes man out of servitude into freedom."—Emerson. "The value of a thought cannot be told."—Bailey. "Growing thought makes grewiug revelation."—George Elliott. "The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts," Marcus Antoniuus. Welsh Bards Help In Teaching Jobless fired from the first hour he set foo! in Paris. However general his thoughtf may have been at first, the desire tc specialize was quickly paramo'tnt This was Renaissance architecture ilt was admiring; there was Gothc, ton but he had seen enough and bad neve: wished to concern himself -with. it Now he had seen a style of buildiw that appealed to him as being a fore in which. he could express himself, hie whole outlook on art instantly undr,e, went -a change. - That is what I feel so `many writer. have missed. They have not realized that, without any preconceived ideaE worth calling such, Christopher'Wren suddenly found himself face to race with something that made an architect of him in a second of time. The sight of a few clones not very wonderful doilies, but domes—brought: about a climax in his artistic career. — From "Sir Chistepher Wren, His Life and Times," by C. Whitaker -Wilson. (New York: McBride). My Star All that I know Of a certain star Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue: Till my friends have said They would fain see, too, My star that dartles the red blue. Then it stops like a bird; flower, hangs furled: They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. What matter to me if their star is a world? Mine has opened its soul to me: therefore I love it. —Robert Browning, "Poems." Holyhead, Wales. --. Welsh bards,' who are honored for achievements in the arts at, the annual Eisteddfodau, al'e rallying to instruct and entertain the jobless here. Classes and lectures in both the Welsh and English lang- uage are drawing numbers of eager listeners. Lectures include .. 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