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Zurich Herald, 1933-03-09, Page 2Murder at Bridge By ANNE AUSTIN. SYNOPSIS. Juanita Selim is murdered at bridge; tour days later Dexter Sprague, her lover, is also murdered when he disap- pears mysteriously from an impromptu bridge party at the Tracey Miles home. Special Investigator '.)undee, working on the theory that Nita and Sprague were partners in blackmail, and that ,Nita had some down to Hamilton after co fln dizs ing someone in a group picture, that the six original suspects in Nita's death had opportunity to kill Sprague slsc. All six could have hidden the gen. after the _murder, i., a secret hiding pIace in the guests' closet in Nita's house. Nita's will and the fa t that She had Sprague oontrt a bell near her bed to summon Lydia, her r id and weir. Mow she feared death. The police theory Is that Nina and Sprague were killed by t New York gunman. CHAPTER XL. "What are you laughing at?" Dun- dee demanded indignantly, but the sustained ringing of the telephone bell checked Penny Crain's mirthful laughter. "My Chicago cal;1 Hello! . Yes, this is Dundee... . Hello, Mr.Sanderson! ThaHow is • your mother? • . the inquest is slated for tomorrow morning, but there's no use your leav- ing your mother to come back for it... Yes, sir, one important new develop - vent. Hold the line a moment, please." Dundee fumbled in his pocket for a. folded sheet of paper. "Listen, chief !" he addressed the district attorney at the other end. "This is a telegram Capt. Strawn rete:ver this afternoon from the city editor o:: the New York Evening Press," and he read slowly, repeating when necessary. When he had finished reading the Irelegram, he listened for a long min - ate, but not with so much copcentra- ti. that he could not grin at Penny's wide-eyed amazement and joy. "That's what I think, sir!" he cried jubilantly. "I'd like to take the five o'clock train for New York and work on the case from that endlill we actually get our Teeth into something.... Thanks a lot, and my best wishes for your mother!" "Why didn't you tell me about this Swallow -tail Sammy'?" Penny de- manded indignantly. "Tormenting me t+ritt your silly theory about poor Flora and Tracey, when all the time you knew the case was practically tkrived—" "I'm afraid I gave the district at- torney a slightly false impression," Dundee interrupted, but there was no remorse in his shining blue eyes. "But just so I get to New York— By the way, young woman, what were you laughing at so heartily? I didn't know had made an amusing remark when i asked you if you thought Tracey Miles loved his wife well enough to >ommit murder for her." Penny laughed again, white teeth and brown eyes gleaming. "I was laughing at something else. It sud- denly occurred to me, while you were Tinning your foolish theory, how !tattered Tracey would have been if Flora had confessed to him Saturday eight that she had killed Nita because Oa was jealous!" "Which is not my theory, if you will remember!" Dundee retorted. "But hy is the idea .so amusing'. Deep in h.. heart, I suppose any pian would really be a bit flattered if his wife loved him enough to be that jealous." "You do'i t• know Tracey Miles as well as I do," Penn: assured him, her eyes still mirthful. "He's really a dear, hue the truth is, Tracey hasn't an atom of sex appeal, and he must realize it. .. . "Of course we girls have. all pam- perer. his poor little ego by pretending to be crazy about him and terribly envious that it was Flora who got him—" "But Flora Hackett did marry him," Dundee interrupted. "She must have been a beautiful girl, and she was certainly rich enough to get any man she wanted—" "You. would think so, wouldn't you?" Penny agreed. "I was only 12 years old when Flora Hackett made her debut, but a 12 -year-old has big ears and keen eyes. It is true that Flora was beautiful and rich, but—well there was something queer aout her. She was simply crazy to get married, and if a man danced with her as many as three times in an evening she liter- ally seized upon him and tried to drag him to the altar... Her eagerness and her intensity repelled every man who was in the least attracted to her, and I think she was beginning to be frightened to death that she wouldn't get married at all, when Tracey came to Hamilton to work in her father's business. "She began to rush him—there's no other word for it—and none of the other girls minded a bit, because, without. Flora, Tracey would have been the perfect male wallflower. They became engaged almost right away, but didn't get married for six months. There were three marriages that June." "Three?" undee repeated. "Yes. Lois Morrow and Peter Dun- lap, Johnny Drake and Carolyn Swann, and Tracey and Flora," Penny answered. "Although I was 13 by then, I had the -fug of being flower girl for Lois and Flora both." "Do you think Flora. was really in love with Tracey?" Dundee asked curiously. "Oh, yes! But she'd have been in love with anyone who wanted to marry her, and the funny thing is that„ with the exception of Peter and Lois, they are the happiest married couple I have ever known. . You see Tracey has never got over being flattered that so pretty and passionate a girl as Flora wanted him ... And that's why I laughed! "Tracey, with that deep-rooted in- feriority complex of him, would have been so flattered if Flora had told him she killed Nita out of jealousy that he would have forgiven her on the spot. On the other hand," she went on, "if Flora had told him that SWEET ROLLS made with Royal Yeast Cakes (overnight dough method) In the evening dissolve 1 Royal Yeast Cake in 1,4 c. of tepid water. 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Limo Made -tit -Canada Goods Out free booklet; "The Royal Road to tetra. Health:, tette how. naya: Toast Cakes will "improve your heath; and sn t *glee. t s.it to take theamt. Mrs. G. N. Stewart, well-known British woman racing driver, snap- ped at the wheel just before she attempted to break the two -litre flying mile record. Shoemaker Offers Cure For World Ills. Yantorny of Paris Says Things Will Come Right When People Recognize Values The world' crisis, according to Yan- torny, Paris bootmaker, is due to the fact "that the world is on the wrong road and in the ditch." It has always been the prerogative of bootmakers to be philosophers. There is something in the art of shoeing the world that conduces to contemplation of character and from there on to speculation about life. It may be that the study of the feet of man and wo- mankind reveals secrets that those who give their whole attention to the head, the heart and the hands can never fathom. And then Yantorny is no ordinary shoemaker. He is the high priest of his craft. Fashionable women from all over the world are his clients. They rank him with their furriers, higher in art and in price than even their dress- makers. Surely a shoemaker who ac- cepts $1,000 — paid in advance—for making three pairs of shoes and has been known to turn away orders at that price must just now be among those whose clients have melted away beneath the weight of taxation and tumbling values. They always were a select company. Michelangelo and do Vinci never had many patrons. When they did not work for money they worked for art. That is Yantorny's way. That is how he is facing the world crisis. Some years ago, when all was pros- perity, Yantorny became very unpopu- lar among his fellows of the craft. In his attic in the Place 'Vendome he does his own work—he is an artist. All his staff is a woman who receives his clients and attends to those vague ac- counts of his. There were more clients in those other days—but Yan- torny refused to increase his "over- head," as business people call it. He saw his fellows increase their staffs. They had to have more workmen, more salesmen, more clerks to look after their money, automobiles for de- livery, private cars for Sunday ex- cursions, a better apartment and a villa at the seaside. "Watch out," said Yantorny when they met—and in his own phraseology, for he does not use cliche words, he told them they were "overexpanding." In some cases that did not matter. The multitude must have boots: In Yan- torny's conception of things it is quite right and proper that there should be cheap mass production for the masses and expensive quality production for the quality. He became critical only when he saw those who aspired to be- ing artists in their craft resort to the methods of the mass producer in their efforts after quicker, easier, greater gain. "As prosperity increased," says Yan tony, "quality decreased, prices were maintained and even exaggerated— for there was all that overhead to be met—but in material and workman- ship there was economy. In those days of prosperity the public did not get real value for its money. That is the way of business." His fellows laughed at Yantorny. They were usiness men. He was only an artist. Prosperity had came to stay. But he did not buy an automo- bile. He even refused one as a gift, Nita had documentary proofs of some frightful scandal against her, can't you see how violenay Tracey would have reacted against her? ... Oh, no! Tracey would not have taken the trouble to murder Sprague, when Sprague popped up for mor., black- mail!" "Perhaps he plight- have, if the scandal dated back before the mar- riage," Dundee argued. "Let's suppose Sprague did pop up, and Flora turned him over to Trace;,•. When Sprague appeared apparently uninvited last night, Flora must have been on pins and needles; trying to make Tracey treat him decently and. hoping against hope that Tracey would simply pay the scoundrel all the blackmail he was demanding—" "Which is exactly what Tracey would have done, instead of taking awful risk of murdering him in hi . own home," Penny cut in spirited- ly. "Besides, Tracey wasn't gone from the porch long enough to go out- side, signal to Sprague in the trophy room, shoot him when Sprague raised tla. screen, ani then hide the gun. I told you Tracey was gone only about a spinate when he went to see if Sprague's hat and stick were gone from the closet." ' "Did Tracey and Flora both step outside to see their guests into their cars?" Dundee.asked suddenly. "Tracey did," Penny answered. "Flora told us ail good night in the living room, then ran upstairs to see if Betty was still asleep... But re- member we didn't leave until midnight and Dr. Price says Sprague was killed between nine and eleven o'clock." "Of course," Dundee told. her, •"if Tracey did kill him, he let Flora be- Iieve that he had given Sprague the blackmail money -he was demanding. For it is inconceivable that a woman of Flora Miles' temperament could have slept knowing that a corpse was in the house." "Oh, I'm sick of your silly theoriz- ing!" Penny told him. "Listen here, Bonnie Dundee! You probably laugh at 'woman's intuition,' but take it from me—you're on the wrong track!" "Oh, I'm not so wedded to that par- ticular theory!" Dundee laughed. "I can spin. you exactly six more just a, convincingo" "And I shan't listen! You'd better dash home and pack your 'bag if you want to catch the five o'clock train for New York." "It's .already packed and in my of- fice," Dundee assured her lazily. "Got lots of time.. Hullo! Here's the home edition of The Evening Sun," he in- terrupted himself, as a small boy flung the paper into the office. He reached for it and read the streamer headline aloud: "ITAL• IAN GANGSTER SOUGHT IN BRIDGE MURDERS. . I wager a good many heads will lie easier on their pillows tonight." "Let me see!" Penny commanded. "Oh! Did you see this?" and she point- ed to the front page: Bridge Parties Cancelled," she read aloud. "The ao- elety editor of The. Evening Sun was kept busy at her telephone today, re- ceiving notices of cancellations of bridge parties scheduled for the re- mainder of the week. Eight frantic Hostesses, terrified by Hamilton's sec- ond murder at bridge'-" "I'd rather not play bridge for awhile myself!" Dundee laughed, as he rose and started for his own office: "And don't you dare leave the room when you become a dummy if you have the nerve to play again! Remember, that gun and silencer are still miss- ing!" "What do you mea:.? .. You don't think there'll be more ?" Dundee became instantly contrite. "I didn't mean it, honey," he said gently. "I think it is more than like- ly that the gun is at the bottom of Mirror Lake.... Any messagett for anyone in New York?" Penny's pale faee quivered. "If You happen to run across my father, which of course you won't, tell him ghat ----mother would like lox liim, to somal home." At intervals during the 16 -hour run to New York, Penny's faltering words returned to hatnt the district attor- ney's special investigator. As soon as he had, registered at a hotel near the Pennsylvania station, and had shaved and breakfasted, he took from his bag a large envelope containing the photographs Carra;way had made of Penny alive and Nita dead, both clad in the loyal blue velvet dress. In the envelope also was the -white satin, gold -lettered label which the dress had so proudly borne: "Pierre Model. Copied by Simonson's, New York City." Half an hour later he was showing the photographs -and the label to a wo. man buyer in. the French salon of Simonson's, one of New York's most "exclusive" department stores. "Can you tell me when the original :.'derre model was bought, and when this copy was made and sold?" he asked. (To be continued.) Gives Added Enjoyment to Meals 123 "Fresh from the Gardens" "It would be too much bother looking after it," he said, The bus and' the train out to the Chevreuse Valley were better, for, with some one else driv- ing, he had time to read or think. "I could never think out a problem of esthetic shoe -building if I had to watch out every minute not to run into some one else," he says, "and my hands would never make a perfect lit if they were shaky from driving an automo- bile." As Yantorny never "over -expanded," he does not need to contract. If his customers are fewer, he has the sav- ings he set aside in the fat years to fall back on. And he still has before him his ambiton as a bootmaker to make a perfect fit and a perfect har- mony. "I have never yet made a pair of shoes," he says, "but I felt that I could make a better. That is why I go on. If ever I do make a perfect pair which completely satisfies me, I do not think that I shall ever want to make another." It might have b' en Thoreau, the pencil -maker of Concord, talkng. And that is not Yantorny's only likeness .to Thoreau, of whom he has never heard. He, too, is a vegetarian. He, too, grows his own corn and beans out in the Chevreuse Valley. That is the other part of him—the farmer who farms like no one else. Just as he will never force a shoe to fit—but make it all over again if he fails the first time he never forces the earth. "They tell me there is- too much corn and too little employment," he says. "There would not be, if they grew corn my way. Just look .at it!" His bright eyes danced with delight as he waved his hand toward a little shelf of golden ears used as a decora- tion for his showroota. "You ,won't find better corn in France or America, and I grew it without a forkload of manure or a spoonful of fertilizer on ground that has been farmed for a thousand years." . Yantorny-the-Farmer's secret is not any secret. He just lets the earth and' the air do it—helping them by real cultivation and the observation of the Mosaic law regarding the right of a field to lie fallow. He tills deep with his . spade- and spares the straw with ISSUE No. 9—'33 his sickle so that some of what come% out of the earth shall go hack into it. "The- fault," he says, "is that the world has come to think there must bo mass in everything, that there is no need or time for other kinds of work. We have made a cult 01 'big business' and there is no life and spirit any more in our work. We are not creators any longer, but cogs in the machine. When one of the main wheels breaks—they tell me it is the gold wheel -the whole mechanism goes wrong and all the cogs are left idle. Most of them know so little ex' - cept how to run In their groove, that they oat do nothing else, and to ens courage them in their idleness we pay, them to do nothing. It is not perhaps their own fault that so many people are out of work, but it certainly is a mistake to discourage them from try . ing to do something for themselves by, subsidizing idleness." Labor and quiet are Yantorny's specifics for a world all nerve -ragged and depressed. "One must have work that interests and tires one, and quiet for thought," he says, "the quiet of the early morning out in the fields; when thought is not an active process but the absorption of -wisdom to the accompaniment of the blackbird's whistle. We are all always in too much of a hurry and excitement. "We concern ourselves with things that don't concern us. We read the newspapers too much.. 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