The Key West Citizen Newspaper, March 27, 1940, Page 4

PAGE FOUR YESTERDAY: Adrianne Wells accuses Kincaid of murdering Joan Kent. News comes that Lathrop and his wife are in the hospital, Chapter 21 ‘A Woman Suspected N THE way upstairs I had a strong hunch that all wasn’t well. Of course, I thought, if Tim Lathrop were the murderer, then obviously as long as he was in the hospital the house was safe. If he v the one, then anything might happen. While I walked up the steps to the second floor I counted them. It was an old trick ne, but when I counted thir- must admit I shivered. Su- ition wasn’t one of my weak , but at that moment in the lighted hall I felt pretty un- And I kept thinking I heard It frightened me at . da sight of relief. It Ann and Norton talking hall outside of her nded I didn’t see them ed into my apartment, room I had to screw the electric light bulbs into the fixture in the ceiling. And the room was dark except for that thin thread of light. So it was rT nervousness or be- u e chair was wobbly that e drop one of the bulbs as I reach upward. The explo- sion was terrific. I almost col- lapsed, it seared me so badly. And even before I could get off the chair I could hear Mrs. Evans rush- ing down the hall, shouting for the police. e was followed by Nor- ton. Then Mr. Kimball and Ishi came upstairs and all four of them found me crouched on the chair in the dark. I was almost hysterical. “Who did you shoot?” Mrs. Evans screamed from the doorway, and the dog ran into the room and jumped up at me, barking madly. “No one,” I snapped. “I dropped an electric light bulb.” I could hear Mr. Kimball laugh with relief. “I don't believe it,” Mrs. Evans said, advancing. “What are you doing here in the dark? Tell me that.” I didn’t bother to answer her. By that time Mr. Kimball had Ishi screw the bulbs in the sockets and the room was lighted. He and Ishi left and so did Norton. On the way out he said, “Gave me quite a scare, Blondie Mrs. Evans lingered in the door- way, obviously distrustful. “The goings-on in this house are pe- culiar, I must say, and artists have a funny way of living.” With that witticism she departed and the dog followed her, waving his tail dis- dainfully. Then Patrick came up with a basket of wood. I was glad him for company as he going to bed early, but the e ement left me thor- oughly awake and I thought Dirck might be back, so I settled down with a book by the fire. My chair was facing the door. But I found myself reading a sentence or two, then tu ig to peer over my shoulder the fire escape. “It’s nse to be so fidgety,” I told m f firmly. So I fidgeted. After what happened last night I wouldn't have felt safe in a cell. I walked restlessly around the room, took a drink of water, powdered my nose, then sat down again to e fire escape. A Large Surprise HEN | thought of the newspa- . 'd brought Dirck’s bun- upstairs with me and lying on the chair with and purse. So I curled up the chair by the fireplace ee the door and the fire escape and looked through the That the account of the r would be well buried I xpected. Where I come from hio a murder is generously given all of page 1, but I'd finally gotten accustomed to seeing sud- den and violent death relegated to the depths of the New York papers unless the person was. socially prominent or had an euphonious name. Thad a large surprise. The story of Joan Kent’s death was on the first page of all three of the papers Dirck had bought. The reason for it was even more surprising. Twenty-two years father, Warner Kent, an attorney, was mysteriously shot to death. I shivered. It was curious that the father and the daughter should both die by violence. And the story of Warner Kent’s death was strange. In March, 1914, he was found with a bullet hole in his head and a revolver lying a few feet away, in his private office in Wall Street. The case was officially closed as suicide but rumors per- sisted. A socially prominent girl was supposed to have been closeted with him for two hours the after- noon of his death and the gossip at the time was that she was madly in love with him. All of this happened when Jogn was two or three years old. Was it coincidence, I wondered, or could her death be linked with her father's? i The story the papers carried of Joan's death held no surprises un- til I came to the bottom of the col- umn. An arrest was to be made shortly. A woman. As far as I knew I was the only woman the Sergeant suspected, He got interested in ago Joan’s| others, but he seemed always to come back to me. The account was continued to page 3. I was so excited that I kept dropping pages of the paper until I found the rest of the story. And there, much to my surprise, I found a fairly concise report of Sergeant Long’s interviews with the people in the house. And—more amazing —there was an old photograph of me when I won a prize for a paint- ing at a Paris exhibition. So it took, not eight years of hard work, but a murder to get publicity. I felt a little grim about that. A soft knock sounded at the door and I jumped up. It took all of my courage to cross the room and open that door after Dirck’s warning. Much to my relief it was Mary Ann Rogers. She was wrapped up in a heavy blue robe over her green frock with a wool scarf knotted at her thro “T look a fright, 1 know, smiled, “but it’s so cold ir place. Do you mind if I come in for a little while, if you aren’t go- ing to bed, of course? It’s pretty la she added, then whirled around quickly as Richard Mac- Donald came up the stairway. She turned back to me with a breath- less laugh. “I'll be with you in a minute,” she said shrilly. “I forgot something.” And then she followed Richard | down the hall. I could hear the murmur of their voices and I was pretty curious, but when she came back in a minute or two she said nothing about it. I told her I was delighted to have company, and then we pulled our chairs up close to the fireplace. Mary Ann leaned back in the chair, stretching her slim legs com- fortably before her on the stool. She lighted a cigarette, smoking thoughtfully. It was warm and pleasant in the room and the fire was drawing beautifully. I turned out all of the lights except the small one on the wall over the fire- place. ‘Nervous As A Cat’ “\7OU know,” she bent forward unexpectedly, her brown eyes on mine, “this is getting on my nerves, I’ve been sitting around all afternoon and evening and I'm as nervous as a cat, and worried, too. Adrianne is in there crying all of the time.” I didn’t know what to say, so 1 just» murmured something non- committal. “I can’t make her stop. It isn’t very cheerful,” she added, with a short laugh. { though’ 02 the paper. “The Ser- geant isn’t going to arrest her, ia he? The papers said it was a wo- man that was suspected. it seemed to me that she started, but it may have been my imagina- tion, “What seems to be the matter with her?” I asked. Mary Ann wrinkled her fore- head, “I don’t know,” she said slowly, “except that she’s terribly upset. I don’t think the Sergeant has threatened to arrest her. It’s just that her name was in the eve- ning paper.” She paused. I got up and went over to the table for a pack of cigarettes. “All of our names were in,” I said. Mary Ann nodded slowly. “I know, but when she saw hers she was wild.” I curled up in the chair again. “Well, it isn’t the pleasantest thing to be mixed up in.” For a moment she was silent. “She’s afraid of something,” she said suddenly in a taut voice. “I don’t know what it is. I can’t figure her out at all.” “She was upstairs with Mr. Whitefield last night, you know.” “Yes, she finally told me. But it isn’t that. At least I think it’s some- thing else that’s worrying her, She’s huddled in a chair by the window and all she does is cry. She makes me nervous. And she’s as Pale as a ghost.” Mary Ann’s face was pale and drawn and the rouge 6n her round cheeks stood out in two bright Spots. “I took a lease on the apartme we're in now,” she said unexp edly, “and then I found I couldn't altora it alone wnen the ar nop 4 1 needed me only half days. So I tc Mr. Kimball and he said that a gir had been trying to get an a ment in the house. He suggested that she share mine. It was the only way out for me, so I told him to have her come to see me. It was Adrianne. I'think she knew Harry Kincaid and wanted to live here on account of him. She’s been here | four months now and I still don’t know anything about her.” Then she added irrelevant] friend, Mr, Kolff, is ver I suppressed a smil re gathered, had made an impre: i Before I could answer there was a terrific crash from the stairway. We jumped to our feet. I thought the whole house had collapsed. Mary Ann gripped my hand and we stood motionless, too startled to move. “Murder!” somewhere in the hall. Somehow, to hear her shriek was reassuring. She was such an idiot and spent so much time screaming that I imagined nothing serious had happened. However, opened the door with due caution and we peered out into the ball. Continued tomorrow TODAY’S BIRTHDAYS COSCO CEOS EREECOEEOOO OSES OOOOH SOLOSOE® Mrs. Ruth Hanna McCormick Simms of Albuquerque, N. M., ex-congresswoman, born in Cleveland, 60 years ago. Maj. Gen. William S. Graves, US.A., retired, born at Mt. Calm.|porn in Lafayette Co., Miss., 73 filling these requirements Tex., 75 years ago. Prof. Wilbur M. Urban, Yale philosopher, born at Mt. Joy, Pa., 67 years ago. Dr. Benjamin W. Kilgore ‘Raleigh, N. C., state chemist tyears ago. won't even talk.” Sheshivered. “It: + The voice was Mrs. Evans’ from ‘ KEY WEST WOMEN Their Homes and Gardens , =O By MYRTLE COSGROVE MRS. JULIAN J. MARKS’ GARDEN Far from the noise and dust of the city, cut on the easiern tip of the lovely and spa- nof Mrs. Julian J. om Roosevelt Boule- catches an_ entraticing | ft bi green waters, ~of of flowers, a wide expanse ard, and tall swaying But to properly’ ap- jor and beauty grounds one by-paths » to lily pond perfec’ flowers, of the softened by petunias. . Jt , that Mr. and of. Grosse sd the four- s the old . Plans were months _ later t ple extensive ble along » picturesque of the must r view t and rec blending the stark swimm Mrs Point acres ¢ Biologic d and three construction beg on house and garden Of the buildings al- y on th one v torn renovated gal end -The house down and t stuccoed and dazzling white. . .The as been stré ed in amb’ siruc- ture. rooms have out- side posure; floors are tiled and porches screened and enclos- ed T house faces the Atlan- tic Ocean and has a southeast ex: lposure in order to. take advan- ee of the trade winds. . A superb view is obtained of the adjacent islands of Boca Chica, Cc and Stock Island. . .To the rig 1e residence is commod at house that ac Grace”, the spic and sf 8-foot cruiser of the Marks. Across the canal from the boat house is an invit- ing ca and outdoor fireplace ideal for picnics Due to the fact that the four acres are tri- gular ped and the house > left instead of the i nd landseap- unds has proved to be much of a problem, How- ove&, gardening Mr. Marks’ hobby and he has proved himself equal to the difficult task. He has gone the work with great interest and enthusiasm and the results are indeed grati- ng. . .Looking ahead as a true g ner should. he has drawn up the most intricate of plans; the whole having been laid off ) mathematical pr om. . The first step in preparing the garden was the elimination of hundreds of cork and almond trees with which the land was overrun. Only the graceful coco- nuts, date and prichardia palms were allowed to remain. . .The wind, due to the exposed situa- tion of the has proved to be the serious. draw- back to the delicate trees and plants ; a first aid, hundreds Australian pines, seed- m the Marks’ nursery, planted along the These will in time double purpose of he an: wind break. . .A feast for the ec} is the rock ;garden to the left of the residence. Grow- “hg in the greatest profusion are! ‘a petunias, ~ageratum, African ies, ~ salvi: snap dragons. a candy tuft Tier | by. tier they descend in breath- taking beauty to a _ mirror-like ng with gold fish vid coloring vies in| with the flowers. . .| n the surface are ‘pond ; holding | chalices to | Black of concrete blocks. tropic motif the long comm« the prett into m been water, serve, the sés ~t | astel shades, waxy morning dew. butterflies quiver in bove the scene of sur- veliness. . .To the rear | re the plant nurs- yard and vegetable licious red strawber- in great profu- to “Doubting Thom- these: luscidus*~ fruits * »wn with ease in Key West, . .Mr. Marks, _ prominent for years in the finaneiali world igned at the early age of 45 as comptroller of the Packard Motor Company of Detroit. Please page Mr. Ripley, for Mr. Marks resigned not “bécausé “'of age cr ill health, but because he! of those rare mortals when _ they have ae~ ifficient wealth )¢:. Marks wisely decid- t henceforth they would spend ir remaining... years faney free and untrammeled with business worries. . .Then began arch for an ideal spot for a a search which took them 42 states and much of Their prime requisites fsea-and sky. . .Numerous places were jfound in the north but were re-{ THE KEY WEST CITIZEN Tropical Lighthouse | ; |Key West. RAYMOND R. LORD SEEKS RE-ELECTION | (Continued from Page One) coming Primary, I will say that my mother and father, who are now in their 70’s, are natives of | I am a graduate of Monroe County High School and received @ Bachelor of Laws De- gree from the University of Flor- jida in 1925, and have been en-' } Above is a new view of Key West's old lighthouse, mecca of tourists who tlimb its 100 odd steps to secure a beautiful view of the city from the light. The picture was taken by Wm. H. Stafford ef Stafford Engraving Company of Wheaton, Illinois, while on a/| yisit to the citv this winter. Mr. Stafford is a well knéwn photo- grapher and has had his work in several nationally known ex- hibitions, }Paradise snd 600 edible fish TOO LATE TO | CLASSIFY By RUSSELL KAY Well, folks, it’s a good thing I am not burdened with a_ guilty conscience for if I were I certain- ly would have broken out in a three-alarm sweat the other night when I attended the banquet of th State Sheriffs’ Association in Tampa, for—believe it or not was seated -with the Attorney General on one side, a probation officer behind me, a state liquor inspector across from me, and the chief of police at a nearby table, \superintendent of the State Pris- on Farm on the other side of me jand a flock of high sheriffs fore and aft! But it was a swell party. While : there are only 67 counties in the state, which automatically limits the number of sher to that many, there were over 300 folks attending the convention—for this, my friends, is what we com= monly refer to as a “political year” and while some folks may run from sheriffs”, office-se ers seldom do. And they were out in force to mill about the hotel lobbies, slap backs, shake hands and make as good an im- pression as possible. Then, teo, there were those who | ¢ are known as henchmen, publi- city men, leg men, snoopers, and a number of honest, hard work- ing and exceedingly bored news- paper reporters and camera men. Prize story of the convention was about a tourist who attempt- ed to make a right-hand turn in front of the convehtion headauar- ters hotel. As he approached the corner he stuck out his arm to signal the car behind, but before he could make the turn three candidates jumped from the curb and shook his hand vigorously before he could get it in again. Strange as it may seem, the subject most frequently discussed | 2 jected because of the exception- ally short season. . .Looking for all ar-round facilities they came to Florida, the nation’s winter playground. . Cities of the east and west coast were found to be too commercial for Mr. and Mrs. Marks, who were seeking a haven of rest. . .Then eame the day when they follow- ed the Overseas Highway across coral isles and concrete bridges until the end of the road was reached. Here they found the southernmost city, the only frost- free spot in the 48 states. . .The long quest was ended, for they discovered that -fishing, swim- ming and boating could be in- dulged in every month of the wear; that this was the angler’s to choose from. . .They found a city of, old world charm, quiet, serene, and utterly free of the endless hurry and complexities of life. They found gardens of gay trop- ical flowers, exotic fruits, skies of Japis lazuli and sunsets of su- preme loveliness. . In other of were. boating and beauty of land,:words—they found Key West! (Next Week: Mrs. John C. Gekeler) jduring the two-day session was | ‘nothing but pure, unadulterated | POLITICS. On one or two occa- ns when someone would tim- | idly broach the subject of “Law! Enforcement” he would promptly 1 be drowned out by some aspiring candidate. | And the “PEOPLE”, in whose | name all this frantic folderol is/ perpetrated, calmly went about! their daily tasks throughout the | commonwealth, totally unaware | of the great effort being made to} advance their welfare. | As far as the governor's race the consensus of! opinion here is the same as it was at the Young Democrats’ conven- | ion at Pensacola: Whitehair and | Holland, both running strong and | practically neck and neck, with | Paty, Warren and Fraser several | lengths behind the leaders. During the past ten days I’ve had an opportunity to hear talks by Holiand, Paty, Barbee, Walk- er, Warre d Claneey, and all of them, either openly or through insinuation that leaves no doubt in the minds of their listeners, 2 concentrating their fire on ncis Whitehair, who is pic- tured as everything from a cross- | eyed octupus to a_ six-legged| porch climber. As painted. by} ome of his opponents, he would make Peck’s Bad Boy look like Little Lord Fauntleroy. | The situation brings to mind a | negro story my good friend | | Claude Lee used to tell about sed colored boy who returned from France with a flock of medals} and a lot of scars. friends of his experience, he said: } “How come I get me all dese | re hero medals is like dis: | on de zero hour come, I'm up | over de top tearin’ across no- | s land a fixin’ to git me a German. I only goes about ten} feet, and ping, a bullet’ come ker- | smack an’ hit me in de right! arm. | “Boy, I mean, that dun made | me mad, cause you see dat was| de arm I used to carry my weepon, but I don’t stop—no/} suh—I jes’ keep right on a-goin’. But I don’t get very far before another bullet come wham, an’! en I reach up where my ear | was—it ain’t. “Den I sure ‘nuff is mad, an’ makes up my mind den and dere dat I'm a gonna git me a whole mess of Germans, and’ I keeps right on a-goin’. But befo’ long, zowie, another bullet hits me in| de lef’ leg. and’ I don’t even stop den. No suh, I keeps right on} after dem Germans ’till along come another bullet an’ hit me in| the other leg. “Well, boy, dat was enough. I known somebody has made a helluva mistake, so I shouts ‘Hey you, shoot somebody else—I ain’t de whole dam army!’” And the moral, if any, I sup- pose, is that folks don’t waste} ammunition shootin’ at a fellow junless he’s sure ‘nuff goin’ some- place. is concerned he s Telling his |, gaged in the general practice of law here since that date. I am married and the father of two daughters. I submit my ability, character and reputation to your thorough investigation. “As the public knows, a hear- ing in the Hodgdon will case was held in this court some time ago. ; Representing one side of this’ case were Raleigh W. Petteway | and Jams M. Carson of Miami, McKay, McFarlane, Jackson and Ramsey of Tampa and Wm. V. Albury of Key West, and on the other side Aquilino Lopez, Jr.,! and J. Lancelot Lester. Because of my knowledge of law, this case was soon disposed of to the sat- isfaction of the vast number of parties interested in this suit. Had I not been an attorney, cer- tainly I could not have correctly ruled on the enumerable points of law and the case undoubtedly would have been in our State! Supreme Court today for final! decision, at a great cost to the litigants. “I solicit your vote and sup-/ port in the coming Primary and | my only promise is that if elect- | ed I will continue on as I have during the past four years”. | Boca Chica Resort and FISHING CAMP Restaurant—Home Cooking | Cottages—Charter and Row | Boats—Private Beach | CASA MARINAIT, Key West's HOTEL DE LUXE American Plan 200 Delightful Rooms, Each |! With Private Bath Beautiful Cocktail Lounge H DANCING NIGHTLY | Casa Marina Orchestra PETER SCHUTT, Manager o = & S YOURS NOW FOR LESS! Speci GOOD WEAR— Ask about our “90-10" Plan on all Good- year Tires. GOODYEAR MEANS Phone 65 rd wey down. through 4.75.19 or 5.00-19 $5, 90 5.25-18 or 5.50.18 6.90 5.25-17 or 5.50.17 7.20 6.25. 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