New Britain Herald Newspaper, September 11, 1926, Page 4

NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 152 Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s s New Phase of Revelations of a Wife—— Madge Spends a Day Collaborating With the Boss. Philip Veritzen's dark eyes, which somae irreverent wag has dubbed the “brightest pair of lamps on the Great White W glinted with merriment at my demure reply to his comment that I was & “wonder- ful person to work with." “So you are glad that you please me,” he repeated slowly. “Dear child, T fear that you please me a together too well.” I looked up, startled, although T had been parrying similar little speaches with a frequen increasing during the weeks of ou work together. But now there was the mischievous gleam in Lis eyes, which robbed the words of all seriousness, and made it night impossible for lous and attaching a significance to them which-1 bhad no reason to think was warranted. But I was troubled vaguely, nev- artheless. T knew that, disguise it as I might, my old rigid standards of the conduct befitting a married woman were being made to appear antiquated to me when compared with those of the men and women in my new associations. This in spite of the undeniable fact that through the great producer’s whole organiza- tion there was permitted no vulgar or common note. The idea appeared to be that all the workers in it had the attituda toward each other of mambers of a big intimate famil “Get rid of your inhibitions, “They park their family ties out- side the door,” Lillian had com- mented with a grin when early in my work there I had spoken to her of incidents trifling or significant which I had noticed. “When they are once inside, they hobnob and scrap, borrow money of each other and take each other to meals, with no slightest Indication that there are any such odd fish as hushands and wives at homs. But there isn't an ounce of harm in the whole outfit— well, perhaps that's pretty sweep- ing, but they're a good bunch of scouts, so you'd better get rig of a tew of your inhibitions, A New Way of Fishing By Thornton W. Burgess It always seems to me that wishing Is rather more than half of fishing. —Reddy Fox. I suspect that Reddy is right about that. However, Reddy isn't much of a fisherman. There are some fishermen who do very little hing. Billy Mink, for instance. Little Joe Otter is another. So is Barker the Seal at the seashore. When they want fish, they just go get them. They don't waste any time fishing. Reddy Fox, Jimmy Graywing the Gull watched queer creature swimming in the water just a little ways from where they were, Presently he stopped swimming and lay quietly on the sand. He was 8o nearly the color of the sand that, had they not seen him stop right there they very like- 1y would not have seen him at all, It “Well, I never!” exclalmed Jimmy Skunk was Graywing's sharp ¢ ecovered a little school of small f swimming that way, ““Watch now, happen,” sald he The little fish ca through the wat directly over tha the sand. Then arms shot up and to those little fis would, that little fish Another « that and see v r Tdn't couldn ame A DUEL “You you talked to Mr. would tell you 1 more than any ever ki wouldn't wre th told him the am concerned wager if obinson n he disliked woman he No, he ause who eve far as 1 Judy, I have yet to s or old, whom your chariot it He admir you only an you couldn't wheels if you ‘I've tried my best to your charm but I can't do it just one of the girls who radiate aura which spells come hither. Even my father, hard boiled as he is, could not resist you." f as always, | well- | me to resent | them without making myself ridicu- | and lake‘ Skunk and] the | a Girl of Today | things as they It was wise | that, and it en ounsel, I r bled me to meet with equanimity the pretty speeches and the delicate attentions which Philip Ve n so frequently gave me. It T could have banished the | absura, yet persistent lttle impres sion that beneath my employer's apparent nonc there lurked something intangible, perhaps as puzzling to himself as to 1 should have been perfectly at ease in my new work. the impres banish: it tinged t made to him with a pertn should have used otherw inctively I felt that king tness sin to his o s the possible way to meet specches s t h an apparently careless little h, T said: Veritzen Takes Madge’s Cue. 's fortunate for me, then, for I'm afraid this report isn't going | to please you too well, and I need something to balance it. I think I've ! struck a snag. Will you look at this please I added a technical question, as T spread out the notes, which, be- cause of his instructions to me con- cerning Mary, I had not vet given him. He took my cue instantly, and dropping his mischievous look, be- gan to discuss the question I had raised. He knew as well as I that I had found no difficulty wort mentioning, but he looked as ous and concerned as if it were a I never But in- such real problem, and from that went on | to the intensive discussion and plan- ning which marked our interviews. When at last he had finished, I felt as if I had done a whole da work, and remembered Lillian’s warning, that “keeping up with Phil Veritzen was a full grown job," knew whe he looked speculative little familiar to me. ““We've run over the lunch hour,” he said. “I am so sorry. must be famished. Let us hurs and repair the damages Copyright, 1926, Newspaper | Feature Syndicate, Inc. watch air, only on You fastened to it; and another: then they drew it down to the beak-like mouth, and a piece was bitten out | of the back of the neck. ‘Well, T never!” exclaimed Jimmy Skunk. “Why couldn’t that fish get away? What made it stick to that first touched f{t e rep! « W . ckers, T] arms, or feet, | or whatever you want to call them, are covered with the under side, anything, they certainly do get hold of it. That little fish didn't have a chance in the world. “I guess it is 2 good thing that | thing isn't any bigger than it i said Jimmy Skunk. “Well,” replied Graywing, “there are some so big that if it | wrapped one of those arms around Once they touch ever the world. But none of those big ones live around here. Why, if one | of them should get hold of you, it | could pull you into the water just as easily as that fellow down there | caught that fish. Reddy stared down into the | water. “I don’t like the looks of him,” said he. “I don't like those | wriggly arms. And I don't like the | way he stares. And T don’t like the way he swims backward instead of | swimming forward like an honest | person.” | At that Graywing laughed right out. “What difference does that make to you, Reddy?” he cried, “It docsn't make any difference, but I don't like it just the same,’ replied Reddy. “And I don't like he looks of him, because look as if he had any bones shell.” or any “Well, he “He stead of out “If it's inside, excl d Reddy ¢ s no must about t," T “It isn't bone; it is s He look it, belongs to the 1sks, You th snails and ers are all down there replied ywing. has a sort of shell inside, in- it must be hone,” i torted Grayw doesn't mol A sort of clams and the d t t fellow m ! He does 1 Reddy, now scallops ollusks, So tha it, » | the high , inste flatters with his seen women than he i rry ehuckle at the hat's a udy, dorn it would t other 1 ong encour- wouldn't be ke it not too is evidently used a gir) for 1 interrupted about that, dear, akes a man with a lot of to play the game as you but it t asti ay it Well, that's futeresting. the least. Tt tells me many | that you don't say. It tells me that thi | vas coming next when | with a | too | y out | | | | | | little suckers on | you, you wouldn't have a chance in | he | _ | cola to say BY N CONDITION—A mudd DIAGNOSIS—Faulty d TREATMENT—Tor the regular physician. For bleach is a favorite beauty treatment of the cleansing cream aj and dipped in mil again in cold wa skin. Allow the d go over the skin with cracke: milk to dry on the The Beauty Doctor TNON=* Posed by Flo Kennedy t, and lack of care. general toning up of your system consjult a ng and whiteni g the skin try this, which Cleanse the skin with ice wrapped in a eloth, 4cin, then wash the face Follies gi you have had long practice, for I| know you think you are playing the game, as you call {t, just as well as | Ido. However, I cannot stand here | and jolly you over the telephone. I | am on duty, you know “I still t Judy, that wou | should keep your appointment with | me tonight and commence your duties tomorrow. I give you falr varning that if you don't go, I'll ask Sudan Kirtley, and she Is very beau- tiful and 1 once thought I loved her. I might think so again.” “Is that a threat or a promise Jerry? Whichever it is, I'll take as part of the game.” I hung up t receiver. | (Copyright, 1926, NEA Service Inc.) | MONDAY- Your Health How to Keep It— Causes of Illness i | | | TAKE HIS TEMPERATURE, PULSE AND RESPIRATION | DR. MORRIS Editor Journal of the American Medical Association and of Hygeia the Health Magazine. A nurse who is caring regula for a patient Is likely to be interest- ed especially in three facts—his | | temperature, his pulse rate and his |rate of breathing. These, she must {record at regular inte s so the Lphy.flmn. when he calls, may know | the progress of the patient. If the | paticnt has no nurse, it is well for someone in the family to be able to | determine these factors and to | record them. | The normal pulse for a healthfm | | person is about 72 per minute. This may vary from 5 to 90 or more in some instances, and still not be the reason for worry or distress The breathing rate is from 15 to 20 respirations per minute, and the | normal temperature 98.6 degr | Fahrenheit, when taken by mouth. | Taking Temperature | BY FISHBEIN | When the temperature is taken {under the arm, it is likely to be | nearer 97.8 on the thermometer, and { when it Is taken by insertion of the | thermometer into any other orifice, |1t is likely to be 99.6 because this records more accurately the temper- | | ature within the body. When the temperature is to be | taken by month, the thermometed | is placed between t closed lips | and under the tongue. Before insert- | {ing it, one should make sure that | |the méercury column has been | | shaken down helow 95 degrees and | that it is continuous. ‘ The thermometer should be held | | under the for two or three minutes befors the reading can be though | 1 as | min- tongue even are m 11t or one considered aceurate, the thermometers | recording in on [ ute. ] After the thermometer has been used, it should be washed off in| water and then placed in an anticepti until ready for use again. Extremely hot water will burst the thermometer and shoot the column of mercury to est point possible. The an- should be washed in cold w patic solntion thermometer it 13 used on th Taking Pulse The taking of the pulse to the physician a great de nable information to the tion of the patient’s blood 4 of his heart will be sufficient, merely to This is fingers tiseptic | from the ter before ion ate ylelds 1 of val- condi- vessels however, for be able to de i ver the wris person down and the arm uld be lyin free at his side He hould not belying on the arm, nor | ould the arm b 8 nded back of a chair or any hi the ateur count the rate three placing ry In the d be lyir over, | 1 mode the b becomes apparent ghould then be observed for at least 15 seconds to one-half minute be- fore the rate is recorded. The num- | ber of beats should he counted for |a period of at least ons minute and | the record kept for the physician, in ! case he wishes to have it Pressurc rte wtely on the blood v the pulse .l unt nting of Socap was made by the Gayls ever 000 years ago. They made it of goat's fat and ashes of beech trees | cup miik, 1 Menus for the Family By SISTER MARY PBrealfast — Baked pears, cereal, | thin cream, codfish balls, corn bread, milk, coffee, Luncheon — Corn souffle, bage salad with sour cream dress- ing, whole wheat bread, jellied prune pudding, milk, tea. cab- Dinner — Casserole of macaronl anMl beef, creamed peppers, tomato and eu r salad, peach cream pie, graham bread, milk, coffee. Corn souffle is a delicious, hearty luncheon dish hut also makes an unusually good vegetable entre for the company dinner. Children as | young as five years may be allowed | to eat this dish. Children under ten years of age ! should be served cabbage very fine- Iy minced and seasoned with lemon | juice, salt and a bit of sugar. Corn Sonffle | Six ears corn, 1 cup crumbs, 4 tablespoons soft bread butter, 1.2 salt, 1-8 tea- spoon pepper, yolks 2 eggs, whites 3 eggs. core corn through center of each | row with a sharp knife and scrape out pulp. Melt butter, stir in bread | crumbs and milk and cook, stirring constantly until smooth. Add corn and cook a few minutes longer. Sea- son with salt and pepper and add volks of eggs beaten until thick and | lemon colored. Beat whites of eggs | until stiff and dry and fold fnto | corn mixture, Turn into a buitered baking dish and bake thirty minutes | in a moderately hot oven, When | irm to the touch, the done. Serve at once or it will fall. Poo | (Copyright, 1 Service, ecretary Meilon Will Not Give Out Interview London, Sept. 11 (P—Andrew W.| Mellon, ) of United es treasury, who has been spend- ing his vacation in Europe, left Lon- don for Southampton this morning| to take on the steamer Bereng: sailing for New York. Mr. Mellon stood on the platform at the Waterloo station for 20 min- utes chatting with friends, He| politely headed off cwspapermen desiring to interview him, saying, | “1 constantly refuse to be inter-' viewed, =0 1 nnot &: o ————————————— RASH ITCHED AND BURNED Face Badly Disfigured. HealedMficura. “My trouble began with a rash that broke out on my face. It itched and burned very much, causing me. to ccratch which caused eruptions. L the breaking out formed into large pimples, and at night I could notsleepon account of the irritation. My face was badly disfigured. My neighbor suggested Cuticura Soap and Ointment so I sent for a le. 1 purchased more, and g about three cakes of icura Soap and two boxes of Cuticura Ointment I was healed.” (Signed) Miss Nora Mangano, 44 Market St., Cambridge, Mass., March 25, 1926. Use Cuticura to heal skintroubles. secre v anythi and e, Taleam: o each’ {roe. Cuticurn S| SUN-BURN WIND-BURN INSTANTLY RELIEVED BY FOR 30 YEARS NOTHING AS GOOD | Buck’s army her face drawn | control hix souffle s | joing 10 you?” | hotly. | wouldn’t Tie % CAROLYN BEGIN HERE TODAY Mra. Prentiss sees lights mysteri- | ously appear and disappear in the | Heath household next door one night, and the next day Harbor Gardens, Long Island, is agog with the murder of Myra Heath and the disappearance of her husband, Per- ry. House guests of the Heaths are Lawrence Inman, helr to Myra's for- tune, and Bunny Moore, vivaclous, goldenhaired, to whom suspicion | points because of her refusal to an- swer questions. Myra Heath was peculiar. She | never used cosmetics, never wore | colors. She had a manla for collect- ing glass, and it was a rare old whisky bottle from her collaction that the murderer used to kill her. Candles were burining at her head and feet and nearby was a card | marked, “The Work of Perry| Heath.” Strangest of all, she was | heavily made up with rouge, The peculiar thing about Heath's disappearance is that all the win- | dows and doors had been locked on the inside the night before and were | found that way in the morning. | ger prints of Bunny Moore and | Inman were found on the bottle. | At the Country club, the murder | Heath's rival for tha club presi- | dency; Al Cunningham, who is try- | ing to solve the orime, and others. | Some believe Heath the murderer. | Anderson disagrees. Todhunter Buck, nephew of Mrs. Prentiss and in love with Bunny, suggests to | Cunningham that Heath also may have been murdered. | Emma, a waitress {n the Heath | | home, tells of seeing Bunny ascend the stairs about the time of the| murder, carrying her vanity case. | Later Bunpy is amazed to get a| phone eall from Perry Heath ad vising her to keep silent. Detective Mott puts Bunny under a grilling, accuses her of the crime and she faints. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVI Todhunter Buck sprang to catch her, his own lips white and quiver- ing with fury. ‘How dare you?” he cried, “no police anthorlty gives you a right to | frighten a young lady like that! “Don't show contempt for the law, or Interfere with its processes, | Mr. Buck,” Mott sald, sternly, in no Wise disconcerted by Tod's outburst. | Tt was at this moment that Al Cunningham arrived. | He looked curiously at the little | group. nny, whose fafntness had been | merely momentary, was clinging to with fear and terror, her whole frame trembling with nervous excitement. Inman was apparently dazed—his hands moved twitchingly and he was looking wildly about, but was | seemingly unable to speak. i Mott was stern, implacable, like an avenging instrument of the law, | and Todhunter Buck was trying io self, and master the situ- | ation. i Scenting a good chance, as Cun- | ningham’s entrance made a slight | sion, Buck whispered to Bun- | " and without further he led her swiftly through one of the open French windows, across the terrace, and | over across the lawns to his aunt's | house. “My dear child!” said that good | lady, as she took the distressed girl | in her arms, “what have they been | ny ceremony, ve been persecuting her, | nily,” the nephew declared rhat man Mott i3 a brute! a beast! T wonldn't have minded 1t he had asked Bunny questions, if he | had ben courteous about it 1| have minded even his cusations, if he had shown a de- cent consideration for her. But he banged his talk like a sledge-ham- | mer, and he glowered at the poor | little thing like a demon of wrath— oh, he was horrible!” By reason of Tod aliant in- dignation and Mrs. Prentiss’ cooing | endearments, Bunny began to e vive her drooping spirits, and re- | cover her poise. “You ore hoth 80 good to me!” she exclaimed, “it sort of makes up | for that awful man's treatment of | me. How could he say I would—do | —do that to Myra! Oh, Mrs. Pren- {ies, who did do-it? Who Killed her? And who could touch up her face “They Aunt ¥ | after she was dead? Perry couldn’t do that! I'm sure he couldn't. T couldn’t—and Larry couldn’t—" “What about the servants?” Mrs. Prentiss was secretly devoured with ‘ curiosity. | “It's too absurd to imagine Her- | rick doing that, and none of the | others was about— | “Emma,” suggested Mrs. Prentiss. | “Oh, Emma, she couldn’t use & | lipstick as that one was use; | “Her husband could have done | put in Tod. Oh, no!” Bunny looked agonized. | “They were not entirely congenial, but he never would kill her!" “But didn't he often urge her to use color on her face?” persisted | Mrs. Prentise, still curious. Yes, we all did. We coaxed her | {o try it now and then. But nobody | could make Myra do anything slle‘ didn’t want to do.” “Did Carter, her maid, want her | to use make-up?” sald Toddy, sud- | denly. “:Oh yes, but she had stopped | asking Myra to do so. Myra had | scolded her too often for suggesting % | 'l bet she’s the murderer, then,” | gald DBuck, thoughtfully. “She opportunity, in the sense that one in the house had opportunity She had motive if, as I've heard, Mrs. Heath left her a sum of money {n her will. And if she did kill her mistress, she's the only one in the house who could apply that careful make-up, and who would have the callousness, the heartlessness to do it, Why, If you or Mr. Tnman or Mr. Heath hed Kkilled the lady, not one of you could have been so devold of common human feeling as to put on that make-up!” Bunny gave him a grateful glance. “Of course we couldn't!”” she ex claimeéd. “And, though it seems too dreadful to suspect Carter, yet— ell, she is a mysterious seri of | woman—" “How 1" Mre | thought anything of it. Then | scarf. Mi " upstairs w eagerly inquired oY CASE LLS Prentisa. “Oh, nobody knows about her early life, where she came from and all that. Then, she has a fearful temper—Myra discharged her three times for impudence and tantrums.” “It was certainly a crime of pas- sion,” Buck said, musingly. “You see, Mrs. Heath, for some reason, went down to the studio late at night, Then somebody came to her G there, and had—must have had a | discussion with her, that became a | | quarret, a desperate quarrel, and re- sulted in the person, who ever it may have been, impulsively grab- | bing up that bottle and bashing Mrs. Heath on the temple. When the poor lady dled, the heartless, scul- less murderer, proceeded to make up that dead face, to see how she would look. And, you see, Bunny, | they used your vanity case. That is | pretty well proved, too, I think. Now, how did that back in your room?"* Though Buck spoke casually, Bunny looked up at him quickly, to see if he were laying a trap for her. But if so, he got small satisfac- | tion, “I don't know,” she sald, simply. “Didn't you carry it upstairs, late declares?” Todhunter Buck but he evidently swer, spoke gentl: expected an &n- sald Bunny. “Fmma made that up. She is a born liar.” Buck #aid no more, but lighting a clgaret, he strolled out on the porch. Meantime, Al Cunninghem was listening to Mott's emphatic state- ments that the Moore Baby was the murderer of her friend and hostess. Larry Tnman treated vith scornful contem: ningham, with epen mind, listened to the detective's arguments. “You see, it couldn't have been Heath himself,” Mott declared, “be- cause he went away after the house was locked up. I haven't a doubt but that he was the man seen by the chap who sat in the back arbor with Katie, at about one o'clock that night. In fact, the young fellow the idea has declared-himself certain that it | was Heath who sneaked away from the house. Well, the whole thing oc- curred after that, do you see? Very likely Mrs. Heath saw her husband out, and locked the door after him. | He was in the habit, I'm told, of going off to New York sudden- ly and unexpectedly, and nobody say rs. Heath came back to the studio. Somebody came to her there, and ihat somebody killed her. It must have been somebody in the house. | As to the question of Miss Moore, there are too many positive bits of evidence against that girl to let suspicion stray in any other direc- tion. She was in love with the hus- lLand, therefore, of course, jealous of the wife,” “Look here, Mott,” Larry burst forth, “I will not sit here and hear that child maligned without a word of protest, Miss Moore is absolutely incapable of such a thing as mur- der!” “Don’t be absurd, Mr. Tnman.” Mott's tones were icy, relentless. ust because a woman is young and pretty, she can't be put outside the pale of suspiclon. Miss Moore's finger-prints are on the bottle, un- der your own. Miss Moore's vanity case was used, also her crimson Moore seen going h that vanity case in her hand after the time the murder is assumed by the medical men to have been committed. Miss Moore was found crying wildly in bed the next morning, when the servant came to tell her of the tragedy. | She already knewit! T have check- cd up all my facts, I have sifted all the evidence, and I find no flaw in my reasoning, no loophoole of es- cape from my convictions. I, too, am amazed at such a crime at the hands | of such a and Leautiful girl “Your arguments are not without truth and justice, Mr. Mott,” Cun- ningham said, very serfously. “And it does seem that you dence, of a sort, against Miss Moore. Are you going to arrest her?” “Not young immediately. But she is | under surveillance, and an attempt to leave Gaybrook Harbor would, of | course, result in her detention. But | we have reason to believe she has knowledge of Mr. Heath's move- ments. He doubtless knows of her crime, and is lying low against the time when she can get away and join him. Then they will both dis- appear and never be heard of again.” “You know this?" ham, gravely. Not by actual proof, but by the strongest implications. comes my messenger now, word of Heath's present abouts.” Mott unfolded & note brought him by a boy, and with a brief ejacula- tion of annoyance, he deelared: “Well, 1 suspected as much! asked Cunning- | When Heath telephoned Miss Moore | this morning, he was in New York, in a pay station.” CHAPTER XXVIT Though pretending a haughty in- difference to matters of gossip or scandal, the Gaybrook Harbor | Country club was, to a man, deeply | interested in the Heath case. The club had members from both sides of the bridge, but the most in- fluential and important ones were Parkers. A group of these were sitting in their favorite haunt, a shaded cor- ner of a verandah, awaiting the luncheon hour. They were the ones who had em- ployed Al Cunningham to look into the case and they weleomed him with interest as he came up the steps. “T've just left he said, speaking gravely. “That detective, Mott, seems to have stranglehold on the Moore Baby and—well, T can't see any other di- rection te look. “Bunny Moor exclaimed Ary thur Black. “That won't do! Why, she is a peach, an angel! It's too | absurd te think ef her killing any- body! Tou'll have to do better thap that, Cunny! “Well, here's the straight of it. anything | so securcly bolted vanity case get | but Cun- | have evi- | And here | with | where- | the Heath house,” | ) V4 ©1926 .P.PUTNAM SONS | They've proved that the house was and barred, that | the murderer couldn't get out after | his erime. Unless, of course, he was | let out by some one inside, who | bolted the door or window after | Bim. Got that?" ‘ “Yes,” said Sam | e impatiently, “go | “Well, they are | evidence, but Mott | no doubt ahout Miss Moore being | the eriminal, He gays the young- sters of today stop at nothing, not | even at erime. He says she is mad- ly in love with Heath, and he agrees with a suggestion of mine, that ma be Bunny Moore and Perry were ir | cahoots, and planned tha erime to- gether. Then, killing and Bunny let him out the door, or he went away earlier, and left her to do it.” “Oh,” Sam Anderson said, in a tone of utter disgust at the idea, ou know, Cunningham, you know, | that infant in arms couldn’t— simply couldn't do such a thing!” Ande on. still on, a lit- sifting the that he has | “That's where you're wrong, old | | boy. The infants in arms of today | are not in their parents’ arms, by | | any means! And a fat lot you know | anyway! I doubt if ever g0 much as spoken | about girl | you" | Oh Lawks! for sure!” | “Stuff and nonsense! Anderson either Perry did the | to | is discussed by Sam Anderson, | at night, at half past one, as Emma | a girl of the current issue! They are | | remarked, coldly, “You're pig-head- | | d, Al You've got that Mott man's | views in your head, and you shape | everything to fit them.” Now, if | you're going to carry on, you hunt { down Heath. That's the first thing |to do. Am I right, Black?” | “Why, yes, Sam. You see, I think ! myselt that Heath {s the criminal. Y | don’t care what you all say. I think Heath killed his wife because he | found her with Inman. Then he vamoosed, I don't care about clues | and evidence, my knowledge of hu- | man nature tells me that, given a | man and wifo and a Tertium Quid, i there's bound to be a domestic trag- edy.” ‘Well, there’s been a domestic tragedy all right,” Anderson smiled, | erimly. “But your great knowledge if human nature is not infallible, I suppose.” “Oh, Lord, Sam, talk about pig- | headednems! If you get a notion inte that old bald head of yours, a Japa. nese earthquake eouldn't dislodge Fiipy But Al Cunningham had respect | for the judgment of Anderson, and lie went away to ruminate over his | advice as to finding Perry Heath, It ought mot to be difficult. A | man can’t drop out of existence | without leaving some sign, some clue as to his whereabouts. Heath was not a man of affairs, his business was simple—merely the disposing of his pictures through dealers, or, occasionally to private huyers, A list of sach buyers and dealers must be easily obtalnable, and it could not be a very arduous task to interview some of fhem. And some of them must have knowledge of | Heath, Yet Cunningham <was by no means sure of this. A business man's associates would know about | him, but an artist is a different pro- position. If for any reason Perry { Heath chose to absent himself for a | time or forever, it did not seem to | Cunningham that he could be easily | found. Why Heath wanted to disappear, { he did not know, but he felt sure | the disappearance was voluntary | and would be prolonged. Ha tried to delve into the mystery of the identity of the ecriminal. There was that strange card to be considered. It the make-up was the work of an artist or a woman, surely the | card was the work of a woman or | an imbecile. No man would do such | a thing as that. But a woman would [ be quite capable of thinking the would throw | placing of that card | suspicion on Heath. On, pshaw, ail clues seemed to point to a woman. The lighted can- dles, the crimson scarf—it was all very well to say an artist, but to Cunningham’s perturbed mind, they all seemed to scream, “Bunny!” He felt a little resentful. It was all very well for those chaps to put | him on the job of detecting. He was | g1ad enough to be promised pay for it—if he could put up the goods. But he didn’t think it was fair to pooh-pooh all his theories and dis- coveries, because, with natural chivalry, they hated to suspect & woman—a girl. So did he. He was not enjoying the prospect of seeing that lovely morsel of femininity brought to the bar of justice. But if he was doing sleuth work, he must follow up the avenues that opened to him, and see where they led. And he couldn't help seeing that they led, apparently, at least, to Bunny Moore. So the case of Bunny Moore must looked into, And old Anderson y what he chose, he had no idea what little devils flappers were! | Cunningham himself had a slster, and he knew she was the despair of be could s | rigible, He had tried, himself, to | as well talk to a self-willed monkey. She snapped her fingers at him and laughed in his face. Bhe pretended & sort of mock obe- dience and then ran away and act- of gasoline. his parents, and was almost incor- | lecture her, but he found he might | { ed up forty times worse. Of course, he couldn’t beliave her capable of murder, but, he held that Bunny's {1 killing of Myra was unpremeditated, | perhaps an accident. But the evidence was, to his mind, strong. He had counted up the | hours of the lights snapping on and | off, as Mrs, Prentiss had related them. And as he reconstructed things, Bunny had left her vanity case | down' in the studio and went down {te get it. Maybe, he surmised, she knew ghe would meet Heath there, Maybe Myra heard them together, and came down—angry. Maybe, Heath, dreading a row, cleared out, | and the two women quarrelled. | Then, little Bunny, losing he= | temper, grabbed up the bottle and hurled it at Myra, with unexpected effect. Then, stunned at what she had { done, the girl may have been tem- porarily out of her senses, and might have given way to the whim of painting Myra's face, almost un- consciously. Oh, well, there was no use in sur- mising, but he felt that his recon- struction was right in the main, if not in every detail. But he set himself to work te hunt up Perry Heath or to learn something about him. And this legltimate search was | far more to his taste than tracking down a poor little defenseless girl. For whatever he might think of her ways and whims, Cunningham couldn't help admiring the lovely child, and couldn’t help a deep pity and compassion for her. (To Be Continued) FASHIONS By Sally Milgrim | The New Cloth Coats Have Re- turned to the Straight-line Silhouctte, The vogue of the straight-line gil- houette {8 nowhere so apparent as in the new cloth coats. Whether the garment be a sports model or a more formal afternoon wrap, the contour is invarfably curveless. Ev ning coats and capes will undoubt edly show a flaring cut here and there, as this line is more suitablo to an elaborate type of wrap. Street and sports models, however, stress the unbroken line from neck to hem. A most satisfactory {llustration of this revival of a straight, narrow contour is the street coat sketched today. Here whatever width ghere it appears in the upper portion, which is loose to insure the mew bloused line. The skirt section is wrapped closely about the figure, glving a straight, unbroken silhou~ ette. The material of this very practls cal coat is a golden brown duve- tine. The trimming consists of narrow strips of self material on the lower portion, and wide bands of sable on the collar and cuffs. The surplice closing is a graceful note, as is also tha semi-dolman effect of the shoulder and sleeve line. § With this coat {s worn a beige felt hat trimmed with brown gros grain ribbon. , Narrow bands of self material trim this brown duvetine street coat. 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