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MY QUARREL with Neal only
ended whtn Jones rushed in. im
ploring nor idolized mistress to
think of hot coming performance,
and carried her off by main forco
almost, with a glance of utter con
tempt at me.
The glance hadn't the desired ef
fect, though. It didn't squelch me.
1 only heaved a sigh of relief and
went to my room to dress.
I'ut 1 uns, by then, in such a
state of jitters, i found even that
a hard task. My hair wouldn't go
up right. I broke a nail. My lipstick
smeared. An;! when, by a miracle,
i managed to he ready in time in
spite of all these small mishaps—
Hunt was late!
He hadn't sent me a wire and
so 1 had, of course, taken it for
granted he would come. But at
quarter past eight 1 started to
worry, and began pacing the living
room. And by half past I gave up.
grabbed my evening wrap and
rushed toward the door.
However, just as I was pulling it
open the boll rang, and I found
Hunt standing outside, scowling at
me as angrily as I was glaring at
him.
"Sorry to have kept you wait
ing," he announced, in a tone that
said he was angry but definitely not
sorry. "But every last thing went
wrong. First the plane was held up
for some bigwig, and then there
weren't any taxis at the airport."
"It doesn't matter," I assured
him. Also in a tone that meant the
reverse of the words. "Wo can still
make it. Unless we run up against
"no taxis' hero also."
Cut there was no danger of that.
Hunt had kept his cab waiting at
the door, and presently we were
rolling uptown. Each sitting silent
ly in a corner. Each in a less than
festive mood. Each quite obviously
at odds with the world.
In short, the evening, so far,
was one of those things!
Once we were in our seats, how
ever—just in the nick of time—
and the curtain had gone "ρ, I for
got all the grievances of the day.
Neal's play, in which she played
what she herself callcd "a high
born hussy," was perhaps not the
most outstanding of its popular au
thor, but it was an ideal vehicle for
her, and she held her audience from
the instant she stepped on the
stage.
She even held me. Higher praise
there is none, under the circum
stances.
I became so absorbed in the joys
and sorrows, sins and punishments,
repentances and backslidings of the
entrancing hussy up there on the
boards that nothing else seemed
real. Not even the murders that had
harassed me for almost two weeks.
And I only came back to earth
when the curtain went down on the
first act ami Hunt pushed a way
for us through the crowded aisle
to the lobby, and from there out t<
the street
The evening was mild, and so th<
entire audience milled around or
The sidewalk during the interims
su.η Smart, glitter ing. highstrung
and shrill as only a N· w York first
night audience can he; filling th(
night with noisy approval of th<
show anil Neal. shouting and beck
oning to friends.
Inspector Barry, very good look
in? in a natty blue suit, hail man·
nged to grt out ahead of as am
was tlie first of our group to fine
Hunt anil me. Deane and Tonic
were next—coming from liffereni
directions: Tonio glowing with
quiet pride, Deane rather loud ir
his "professional" approval of Neal
Λ little later Claire. very muet
the great lady in looks and Broad
way in speech, presented her escort
and voiced a grudging tribute tc
Neal by telling the world: "Th<
gal's a pain in the neck, but. boy
can she act!" And at the last of all
Dick Joined our growing circle—
alone.
"Where's the blond lovely you've
promised me?" he asked in lieu ol
greeting. "Your friend Brenda's
seat beside me is a yawning hole
the only one in the whole house
Makes me look as though I had the
measles or something."
I told him I didn't know or under
stand why Brenda hadn't shown
up and, more puzzled than I cared
to admit, turned around to see how
Hunt and Inspector Barry were
taking the news.
But they had disappeared, and I
discovered them only after a
lengthy search with my eyes
standing a good ton feet away, deo[
in a discussion that didn't look a?
if it concerned Neal's acting.
Inspector Barry was doing most
of the talking, I noticed, while
Hunt contented himself with an oc
casional brief remark, or nods.
He looked terribly tired, ;.nd even
more annoyed than when he'd come
for me—as if he wished he were
anywhere but at this opening—and
he seemed to have a bad headaahe,
judging by the way he kept dig
ging his fingers into the corners of
his eyes.
But, no matter how intent they
were on their talk, or how crass
Hunt looked and acted. I felt they
ought to know about Brenda and
began pushing my way through to
them.
However, the bell rang before I
could reach them, and I was drawn
into the human mill race stream
ing back into the theater. And, I'm
ashamed to admit, once the curtain
was up again I forgot Brenda's ab
sence, even when Hunt sat down
beside me with a murmured apol
ogy.
The rest of the evening, up to
midnight, is registered in my mem
ory as a scries of pictures.
The curtain dropping and rising
—dropping and rising. The audi
ence cheering and clapping and
pushing toward the stage. The ac
tors bowing and snlllng. Now t
whole string ot th> in. now a small
group, now Ni ;il alone Mostly Neal
alune Ten. 15. L'O times Neal alone.
The overpowering scent of flow
ers in a dressing room crammed
vvi'ti them People laughing and
j< tlirg « uh o'.hi'r anJ gushing
compliments.
N· at. radiantly beautiful, her
hair aflame, hi τ skin translucent
above the bright green sheath she'd
worn in the last net. relishing her
triumph. And Tonio's emerald
sparkling on her engagement fin
ger so huge and green no one sus
pected if. of being anything hut part
of her costume.
Then 1 was home again, escorted
by Dick and Hunt. Just one jump
ahead of the mob. We'd scarcely
stepped out of the elevator when
it began its incessant trips down
and up, disgorging more people
than I'd thought it could hold each
time it stopped on our floor.
I had meant to go straight to
Brenda's apartment to find out why
she hadn't been at the theater. But
I was swamped by my duties as
hostess—doubly strenuous because
Claire, honest in her dislike of Neal,
had firmly refused to attend—and
actually forgot Brenda until In
spector Barry brought her back to
my mind by asking, "Where's your
friend Brenda? Didn't you ask her
to your party?"
"Of course I did." I told him de
fensively. "And I gave her a ticket
to the play. But she didn't use it. I
think I'd better go see why she
didn't, and drag her over here if
she's still up."
The Inspector said first: "I see,"
and then: "That's right, you
should," and went with me as far
as the outer hall, where ho -topped
near the elevators to watch my ap
proach to Brenda's door
It gaped the tiniest, most incon
spicuous slit, I notici ! as 1 touched
my finger to the bell. And so I
dropped my hand again, pushed it
open—not quite liking the fact it
wasn't closed and walked ti! rough
the dark foyer, culling: Brenda—
1 Jrcnda?" questioningly.
There was no answer, and the
living room I entered was empty.'
Dark, too, e.\ei pt for one veiled
lamp and a shaft of light falling
into it from the bedroom side,
where the sliding walls stood a lit
tle apart in the middle.
My first thought was that Bren
da had been too tired to come and
was sound asleep, but I discarded it
promptly—she couldn't be, with the
light blazing in her room. And so
I moved toward the bright gap,
calling her name again.
By a mere chance my glance
dropped to the iloor and I stopped,
frozen to the spot.
A slim white hand reached!
around the edge of the movable,
wall at one side. A hand that held!
a small, pearl-handled revolver, and
lay vary still.
(To Bo Continued)
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
SOMEONE screamed—piercingly.
I didn't know until much later that
it was L
Then people were talking all
around me.
A horrified oath In Inspector
Barry's voice was followed by an
excited jumble of questions and
answers. "What's wrong?" . . .
"Who screamed?" . . . "What's
going on here?" . . . "A suicide."
. . . "There on the floor." ... "A
woman killed herself."
"She didn't- She was murdered,"
I told him dully. And then, ach
ing with the thought that I should
have been able to prevent her mur
der, I pushed the walls wider apart
and knelt down beside the dead
Brenda, who was lying face down,
both arms flung forward: turned
her around and lifted her head into
my lap.
Her hair had come loose and fell
back in a soft mass. Her dead
eyes glanced at me from between
half open lids as though she were
trying to tell me something. And
on the front of her pale gray din
ner dress was a big dark stain —
Presently hands reached cut and
took her from me. laying her back
on the floor, with a pillow under
her head. Then the same hands
pulled me to my feet, and suddenly
I was sitting in a chair and heard
Hunt tell someone: "Please go back
to Miss Tarrant's apartment. This
suicide is most unfortunate, but
you mustn't let it spoil Miss Tar
rant's great evening."
It was. of course, sheer diplo
macy, but the mere fact that he
dared call Brenda's murder a sui
cide made me so furious I came
out of the fog in which I was grop
ing abruptly.
"Not suicide. Murder!" I correct
ed him angrily. And, just to make
sure he heard me 1 repeated the
word, louder and-louder: "Murder
— murder—murder!" until the thud
of Brenda's front door put a period
to my protestations.
The next moment Inspector
Barry said kindly: "Steady. Jane,
steady!" pressing my shoulder in a
kind of warning. And Hunt, his
hand on my other shoulder, told me
in a harsh whisper: "For Lord's
sake, shut up, Jane! Keep your
head! You don't know what you're
doing!"
I shook their hands ofl. "I am
keeping my head, and I do know
what I'm doing—and saying," I as
sured Hunt loudly. "Brenda was
murdered. By the same fiend who
killed Margot and Polly."
Hunt said: "Sh! Not so loud!"
nnd then acknowledged under his
breath: "Of course she was But
don't yell it from the housetops!"
And the inspector added, also in
a low key: "It isn't always wise to
tell all you know, Jane." Adding tc
Hunt in a normal tone of voice:
"Ring headquarters, Berwick, and
'get the medical examiner He's all
we need—for a suicide. But ask for
three or four men to help handle
the mob in the front apartment.
And while you're at it, get Bywater
here from downstairs and—who
was on duty in the afternoon and
early evening?"
j "Mike," I said mechanically.
"Mike O'Brian."
"Okay! Then get O'Brian," the
inspector told Hunt. "Get the whole
bunch that's detailed to this
house."
Hunt didn't answer. But X heard
him dial a number—close beside
me, by the sound of it. And pres
ently he was talking into the
phone.
I didn't care what he said. I was
too busy asking the inspector ques
tions with my eyes.
He answered them, after a while
of listening to Hunt,
"You want her to go from here
to a nice, dignilied funeral parlor,
don't you?" he asked gently, with
a nod toward Brenda's body.
"Well, if I call it murder I'll have
to let them take her to the
morgue."
"Oh, no! Not the morgue!" I
gasped out.
"All right, then, help us call it
suicide," he said dryly. And Hunt,
who had finished his telephone
chore, added quietly: "It's the best
way, Jane. Please do as the inspec
tor says. Let the murderer think
he fooled the police by putting the
gun in her hand. It may make him
careless and help us catch him."
"You'll never catch him. He's too
clever. He—he isn't human!" I
prophesied hysterically. "He'll go
on killing, and killing, and kill
ing—"
The ringing of the doorbell cut
into my outburst. The inspector
said: "Go see who it is, Berwick.
And for the love of Pete keep that
party mob out." A moment later
the medical examiner walked in—
the same Dr. Rosen who'd ofiiciated
at Margot's murder.
A loud buzzing came in with
him. "The outer hall is packed. The
whole crowd's leaving," Hunt re
ported.
Inspector Barry said fervently:
"Thank heaven!" and, "This way,
Doctor. We're calling it suicide for
a change." Presently they both
knelt beside Brenda, and Hunt slid
the partition shut behind them.
I iiated him at that moment for
the calm efficiency with which he
handled the situation. And when he
turned back from his task 1 got up
from my chair, crying with grief
and anger, and started to accuse
myself, and him.
"It's my fault—and yours," I told
him miserably. "If you hadn't been
late I wouldn't have had the jitters.
I'd have run over to see how Brenda
was getting along And maybe I'd
have been in time to scare the mur
derer away Maybe she'd be alive
now and—"
"And maybe you'd be dead, too.
Hunt interrupted me brusquely
"You don't seem to get it. Recog
nizing this man means death! Fur
thermore, my dear girl, please re
member that Brenda committed
suicide, will you? Make yourself
think it, or you won't be able to put
it across You'll cause an unneces
sary scandal, hinder the police, and
endanger your own life if you keep
on yelling murder."
"All right, I'll call It suicide--In
public," X flared up "But to you
and Inspector Barry I won't. And
it'll do no good, besides. Honestly,
I don't see how you can make your
fairy tale stick when everything
points to murder, gun In her hand
or no. The open door, for one thing.
Or can you explain that?"
"I didn't even know it was open,"
Hunt told me, plainly surprised.
"Well, it was," X assured him,
"And try to make the press believe
in suicide with that to chew on! Or
—are you going to toll them Bren
da's ghost let me in?"
"The press won't hear about It
unless you tell 'em—which you
won't." Inspector Barry had come
back from the bedroom and wâ*
standing right behind me with Dr.
Rosen, who held the fateful revol
ver in his handkerchief. "And
speaking of the door. I confess it's
puzzled me, too."
"Oh, it has?"I broke out excited
ly. "Yuu don't remember it was
the same after Margot's murder—
that Tolly found MY door open a
slit ?"
The Inspector looked blank for a
second and then said: "Why, yes.
Yes, I do. But—"
I didn't let him finish. "But you
can't explain it. It doesn't make
sense to you," I jeered "Because
none of you would listen to what 1
said then. None of you even heard
me, I think, when ί told you that
all the hall doors in this house thud
and bang, no matter how gently
you close them. My aunt tried
everything she could think of to
stop it, and couldn't. It's something
in the construction. And the mur
derer knew it! That's why he didn't
quite close Brenda's door. Kor fear
someone in my apartment might
hear the thud and come out, think
ing it was Brend.'i!"
The inspector said slowly: "I
see," and then changed the subject
temporarily by telling Hunt: "Dr.
Rosen is leaving and—er—I think
he'd like a word with you before he
goes, about- vT—"
I didn't understand the why of all
this hesitancy and I'm sure Dr.
Rosen didn't either. At any rate, he
didn't have the same reluctance to
talk right out.
"Oh, it is.'i t important," lie said
brightly. "I just wondered how you
were bearing up under all this, and
if I could do anything for you.
After all, your cond—"
Something made him stop in
miil-word. A glance from the in
spector. perhaps, or the forced
laugh that preceded Hunt's answer:
"I'm fine, Doctor, believe it or not!
It seems, a good shot of adrenalin
is indicated at this stage."
It sounded like double talk. But
before I could make a nuisance of
myself by asking what it meant, a
furious ringing and hammering at
the door, and Neal's voice screamed
through it: "Open! Open this door
at once! Let me it! I want to know
what this is all about!"
"Keep her out. I'lease keep her
out!" 1 begged.
I But the inspecter paid no atten
tion to me. 'Okay Let her in.
Might as well* get the row over
I with," he decided And the next ir.
jslant Neal rushed in. wild-eyed and
beside herself, but gorgeous looking
just the same, in an extremely low
cut yellow gown with green ac
cents into which she had changed
at the theater.
'To Be Continued)
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