Evening Star Newspaper, June 1, 1922, Page 36

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HAD begun to get a little wor- ried at Kennedy's continued silence, when the sudden sharp tinkle of the telephone set my heart throbbing almost as quickly as the little bell hammer buzzed. “Jameson, for heaven's sake find Kennedy immediately and bring’ him over here to the Novella Beauty Par- lor. We've got the worst case I've been up against in a long time. Dr: Leslie, the coroner, is here, and suys we must not make a move until Ken- nedy arrives.” 1 doubt whether in all our long ac- quaintance I had ever heard First Depyty O'Cannor more wildly ex- cited and apparently more helpless than he secmed over the telephone ! ight. What is 1t?" I asked. “Never mind, never mind. n Kennedy,” he called back &lmost brusquely. “it's Miss Blanche Bla dell, the actress—she' n_ foun dead here. The thing is an absolite mystery. Now get him, get him!" It was still early in the eveghng and Kennedy had not come in hgd he sent any word to our ap: ment. O'Connor had already tried the laboratory. As for myself, 1 had not the slizhtest where Craig was. I knew the case must be urgent if both the deputy and the coroner were waiting for him. Still, after half an hour's vigorous telephoning 1 was unable to find a trace of Ken- nedy in any of his usual haunts. In desperation 1 left a message for him with the bellboy in case he call- ed up, jumped into a cab and rode over to the laboratory, hoping that some of the caretakers might still be about and might know something of his whereabouts. The janitor was able to enlighten me to the extent of telling me that a big limousine had called for Kennedy an hour or so be- fore and that he had left In great haste. T had given It up as hopeless and had driven back to the apartment ta wait for him, when the bellboy made a rush at me just as I was paying fare. “Mr. Kennedy on the wire, sir." he cried as he half dragged me into the almost shouted Ken over at the Washington Heights Hospital with Dr. Barron— you remember Barron, in our class at college? He has a very peculiar case of a poor girl whom he found wandering on the street and_brought here. Most unusual thing. He came over to the laboratory after me in his car. Yes, I have the message that you left with the bellboy. Come up here and pick me up, and we'll ride right down to the Novell Good-bye I had not stopped to ask questions and prolong the conversation know- ing as 1 did the fuming impatience of O'Connor. It was relief enough to know that Kennedy was located at last. He was in the psychopathic ward} with Barron. as 1 hurried in. The girl whom he had mentioned ove the telephone was then quietly sleep- ing under the influence of an opiate. and they were discussing the case outside in_the hall. “What do you think of it your- self?” Barron was asking. nodding | to me to join them. Then he added for my enlightment: found this girl wandering bareheaded in the street. To tell the truth, 1 thought at first that she was intoxicated, but a good look showed me better than that. So 1 hustled the poor thing nto my car and brought her here. 1l the way she kept erylmg over “Look. dom't you See i She's afire! Her lips “shine—they shine, they shine’ I think the girl is demented and ‘has had some hallucination.” “Too vivid for a hallucination remar t was 100 T opiate couldn’'t remove the picture, wha ever it was, from her mind until you had given her almost enough to kill her, normally. No, that wasn't any hallucination. Now, Walter, I'm ready.’ We found the Novella Beauty Par- lor on the top floor of an office build- ing, just off 5th avenue, on a side street not far from 42d street. A special elevator, elaborately fitted up, wafted us up with express speed. As the door opened we saw a vista ‘of dull-green lattices, little gateways hung with roses, windows of dia- mond-paned glass set in white wood, rooms with little soft enameled manicure tables and chairs, amber lights glowing with soft incan- descence in deep bowers of fireproof tissue flowers. There was a delight- ful warmth about the place, and the seductive scents and delicate odors betokened the haunt of the twentieth- century Sybarite. “A most peculiar thing,” whispered O'Connor, dashing forward the mo ment the elevator door opened. “We can’t seem to find a single cause for her death. The people up here say it was suicide, but I never accept the theory of suicide unless there are undoubted proofs. So far there have been none in this case. There was no reason for it.” Seated in one of the large easy chairs of the reception room, in a corner with two of O'Connor’s men standing watchfully near, was a man who was the embodiment of all that was nervous. He was alternately wringing his hands and rumpling his halr. Beside him was a middle-sized, middle-aged lady in a most amazing state of preservation, who evidently presided over the cosmetic mysteries eyond the male ken. She was 80 per- roomed that she looked as er_clothes were a mold into she had literally begn poured. fectly though whic “Professor _and Mme, otherwise Miller—’ whispered Q'Connor, noting Kennedy's question- ing gaze and taking his arm to hurry him down a long, softly carpeted cor- ridor flanked on either side by little < doors. “They run the shop. They say one of the girls just opened the door and found her dead.” Near the end one_of the doors stood open and before it Dr. Leslle, who had preceded us, paused. He motloned to us to look in. It was a little dress- ing room, containing a single white- enameled bed, a dresser and a mirror. But it was not the scant though ele- g:nfi furniture that caused us to start o There under the full half-light of the corridor lay a woman, most su- ?.rhly formed. She was dark, and hick masses of her hair, ready for the hairdresser, fel in a tangle over her beautifuly ~chiseled features and full, rounded shoulders and neck. A scarlet bathrobe, loosened at the throat, actually accentuated rather than cavered the voluptuous lines of her figure, down to the slender -ankle which had been the beginning of her fortune as a danseuse. Except for the marble pallor of her face it was difficult to believe that )he was not sleeping. And yet there e was, the famous Blanche Blaisdell, lead in the little dressing room of the Novella Beauty Parlor, sur- rounded as in life by mystery andj] luxury. ‘We stood for several moments speechless, stupefied. At last O'Con- nor_silently drew a letter from his pooket. It was written on the latest and most delicate of scented s tionery. “It was lying sealed on the dresser when we arrived,” explained O'Con- nor, holding it so-that we eould not see._the address. ‘T thought at first she had really committed, suiclde and that this was a noté of explani tion. But it is not. ~Listen. It is just a line or two. It reads: ‘Am feeling better now, though that was a great part last night. Thanks for the newspaper puff which I have just read. It was very kind of you to get them to print it. Meet me at the same place and same time to- Blarche! The note 1lefleur- o ke Collins!"” nedy and I together in amazement. THE BEAUTY SHOP. By Arthur B. Reeve. One of The Star's Week:End Fiction Series Complete in three installments, | been glued in sealing the letter. tion lawyers in the country, director in & score of the largest companies officer in half a dozen charities a organizations, patron of art and opera. It seemed impossible, and T at least did not hesitate to say so. For answer O'Connor simply lald the letter and envelope down on the dresser. It seemed to take some time to onvince Kennedy. There it was in s:lark and white, however, in Blanche Blaisdell's own vertical hand. Try to figure it out as [ could, there seemed to be only one conclusion, and that was to accept it. What it was that _interested him I did not know, but finally he bent down and sniffed, not at the scented letter, but at the covering on the dresser. Whepn he raised his head I saw that he had not been looking at the letter at all, but at a spot on the cover near it. “Sn-ff, sn-f," he sniffed, thought- fully closing his eyes as if consider- ing “something. “Yes—oil of turpen- tine. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and the blank look of abstraction that had .masked his face was broken through by a gleam of comprehension that I knew flashed the truth to him ht in the corri- kly. and turned the were alone, in the now weird alone with that horribly lovely thing lying there cold and motioniess on the_ little white bed. Kennedy moved forward in the darkness. atly, almost as if she vere still the living, pulsing, sen- tient Blanche Blaisdeil who had en- tranced thousands, he openéd her mouth, A cry dressing roon from O'Connor, who was standing in front of me, followed. “What's that, those little spots on her tongue and throat? They glow, it is the corpse light!" urely enough, there were luminous spots in her mouth. I had heard somewhere that there is a phosphorescence appearing during decay of organic substances which once gave rise to the anclent super- stition of “corpse lights” and the | will-o'-the-wisp. It was really due, 1 knew, to living bacteria. But there surely "had been mno time for such micro-organisms to develop, v in the almost tropic heat of the Novella Could she have been poisoned by these phosphorescent bacilll? What was it—a strange new mouth malady that had attacked this notorious ad- an of, luxu -d up the light again Craig epoke. We were all watching him keenl Phosphorus. phosphoric acld, phosphoric saive,” Craig said slow looking eagerly about the room as if in search of something that would explain it. He caught sight of the envelope still lying on the dresser. He picked it up, toyed with it, looked at the top where O'Connor had glit it, then deliberately tore the flap off the back. where It had little or| Put the light out again,” he asked. Where the thin line of gum was || on the back of the flap, in the dark- ness there glowed the same sort of brightuess that we had seen in a speck here and there on Blanche Blaisdell's lips and in mouth The truth flashed over me. Some one had placed the stuff, whatever it was, on the flap of the envelope, knowing that she must touch her lips to it to seal it. She had done s0, and the deadly poison had entered her mouth. As the light went up again Ken- nedy added “Oil_of turpentine moves traces of phosphorus, phos: phoric acid, or phosphoric salve, which are insoluble in anything else, except ether and absolute alcohol. ome one who knew that tried to eradicate them, but did not wholly succeed. O'Connor, see if you can find either phosphorus, the oil, o1 the salve anvwhere in the shop Then nnor and Leslie h riedly di red, he added to m “Anothe those strange coinc s, . You remember the the hospital? ‘Look, don't She's afire. Her lips ., they shine! still* looking care- In a little 2 a_ newspaper. which was the page - of theatrical ‘' news, and as I glanced quickly at it I saW a most lauda- tory paragraph about her. Beneath the paper ere some torn Kennedy picked them _up d them together. “Deafest they read. “I hope you're feeling better after that dinner last night. Can you meet me tonight? Write me immediately, Collie. He placed the scraps carefully in his wallet. There was nothing more | to be done here apparent As we passed down %he corridor we could hear a man apparently raving i good English and bad French. proved to be Millefleir—or Miller— and his raving was as overdone as | that of a third-rate actor. Madame was trying_to calm him. “Henri, Henrl, don't go on s0," she was saying. “A suicide—in the Novella. Tt will be «in all the papers. We shall be rufned. Oh—oh!" Here, can that sob stuf.” broke Property Listings Given Special Care F. M. Johnson 1731 K St. - - M. 2076 CORNS Lift Off-with Fingers jready to dress her hair. itions 1 [In quantities from a fiftieth e e 8 ey JUNE 1, 1922 and Terve force, a drug for Intense and long-sustained anxiety of mind and protraeted emotidnal excitement ~—in short, for fast living." He uncorked the bottle and we tasted the stuff. It was unpleasant #md ‘nauseous. ~I don’t see why It wasn't used in the form of pills. The liquid form of a few drops on gum arabic is hopelessly antiquated.” The elevator door opened with a clang and a well built, athleti& look- ing ,man of middle age, with an ac- quired youngish lcok about his clothes and clean-shaven face, stepped out. His face was pale, and his hand W. L.DOUGLAS know T thought the world” of d poor little girl “Only”"—and here innate selfishn, of the map crop .ut—"onl{ 1 catled to ask you- notking of my connection with hes given out. Yeu understand? Sy nothing to get at tha truth. .Emj the besi men you have.. Get o help if necessary. T} pay for thing, anything. Perhaps 1 can some influence for you some day, But, you understand—the scandal, k ot & -word to. the ne| in omne of O'Comnor’'s officers, “You can tell it all when the chief takes ¥ou ta headquarters, see?" Certainly the man made no very favorable impression by. his actions. here seemed to be much that was forced about them, that was more incriminating than a stolid silence would have been. Between them monsieur and madame e out, however, o repeat to Ken- y their version of what had haps d_that a note dressed to Miss Blal d been left by some one on the desk in the reception room. No one knew who left it, but one of the girls had picked it up and delivered it to her in her ing room. A moment later' she rang her bell and called for one of the girls named Agnes, who was to dress her hair. Agnes was busy, and the actress asked her to get paper, a pen and ink. At least it seemed shook with emotion that showed that something had umstrung his® usually | cast-iron merves. I recognized Burke Coliins at onge. In spite of his nervousness he strode forward with the air of a man ac- g obeyed, to having everything dore for him merely be- cause he, Burke Collins, could atford to pay for it and it was his right. He seemed to know whom he was seeking, for he immediately singled out_O'Connor. “This is terrible. terrible, pered hoarsely. “No, no, no want to see her. I can’t, not yet. he whis. You (Continued In tomorrow's Star. that way, for Agnes got them for her. o mimates ater her bell rang S FOR MEN again, ai t do , appar- & nd Agnea wen Wwn, app: J — —_— AND WOMI ently to tell her that she was now 1 Milmlllfi!m“."é///%%f;;«: The next thing any one knew was RETAIL WaicE | a biercing shrick from the girl. bhe S e P still shriek- I ALSo MAN SES AT $5,00 & $6.0 W.L.DOUGLAS PRODUCT IS GUARANTEED BY MORE THAN FORTY YEARS fll EXPERIENCE IN MAKING FINE SHOES ( madeof the best and finest leathers, floc shoemakers,allworking to make the ran down the carridor, ing. out into the reception room and rushed into the elevator, which hap- pened to be up at the time. That was the last they had seen of her. The other girls saw Miss Blaisdell lying dead, and a panic followed. The cus- tomers dressed quickly and fled, al- most in panic. All was confusion. By that time a policeman had arrived, and soon after O'Connor and the goroner had come. 3 There was little use in_cross-ques- tioning the couple. They had evident- ly had time to agree on the story: that is, supposing it were not true. Only a eclentific third degree could have shaken them, and such a thing was impossible just at that time. From the line of Kennedy's ques- could see that he believed that there was a hiatus somewhere their glib story, at least some nt where some one had tried to dicate the marks of the poison Here it is. We found it.” inter- rupted O'Connor. holding up in his excitement a bottle covered with black cloth to proteet it from the light. “It was in the back of a cabi- net in_the operating room, and it is marked ‘Ether phosphore.” Another of oil of turpentine was on a shelf in another cabinet. 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