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'—--1 The Long Green Gaze A Cross Word Puzzle Mystery By Vincent Fuller (Continued from Yesterday.> "Wish there were a signature," Burke Raid, "The writing’s enough. It's almost a case already." ‘‘Not quite But It may he If we can get the facts that made the author of this puzzle support things We can trace both of them by the handwriting, I think. Of course, ft's difficult, hut 1 think it can he done We'll get letters, and I've Just had them write nut the definitions, and I’ll collect them. . . . We'll arrest this person no'w. Come on." When the suspect had been led. white-faced and shaking, down the hall, and bundled Into a car, Burke returned to the library to collect the list of definitions. With all of them In hand he turned to the table for the original list of definitions. It was gone. "Who has that original list —the one I dictated from?" he asked quickly. There was no answer. • "Where Is It?" . "You—you left It on the table when they called you out," Miss Minty vol unteered timidly. "And we—we all followed you Into the hall, and one of your men made us come hack. I—I don't remember seeing It when we came hack." “That's right," Ted affirmed. "I thought you’d taken it with you." "The devil!” Burke snorted, and leaving the room was heard to sa\. "That's just another nut to crack. . ." Soames. erect and imperturbable at the door, was muttering to himself: "The moving finger writes, and hav ing writ, Moves, on; nor all your piety nor wit Shall l ire It back to cancel half a line. Nor rll vour tears wash out o word of it." CHAPTER V. Cross Questions. Ths talk following the arrest flowed on like a flood for an hour. Something had burst at last; for a moment the air was cleared of sus picion. But as the group talked on, examining all the possibilities of the case, the evidence against the one absent member seemed flimsier, and as its flimsinesa became apparent, talk dwindled ar.d suspicion roso again. Tile last edition of the evening Chronlrle, brought to the house hy a much frightened messenger hoy '-;--n Europe --Day by Day >__ By O. O. M’INTYRE Monte Carlo, March 3h.—Thla la a high spot of the world for beauty. Yet It reminds you of the magnificent rose whose petals conceal the poi sonous asp. There were two suicides this week. A youth and an old man who had been unlucky at "rouge et la nolr." Yet the ball spins merrily on. Life Is cheap. Money Is God. You see the blue of the sea, the heavenly tint of a cloudless sky, women with the grace and beauty of the swans In the lake. It Is all ravaging r - ^entran cing. Gaiety. Splendor, qii the whirlwind of death. f 4t. I have come from , de Paris in the fatal lift f.' a,? J one down to the mysterious l4 .et pas sages, where there Is a valet In livery every ten yards. This maze of pas sages leads to the gambling rooms. I am a newrnmer and, as Is the rule, a spv trails me. This espionage is to make pertain I make no effort! to annoy patrons by asking a loan should I lose. There is the drone of the croupiers. Fever ish crowds are watching a dried-up little Egyptian potentate, who lights onp cigaret after another, and is los Inc heavily. For three days they say he has lost and not once has his expression changed. Monte Carlo has seen this Stoicism suddenly break many times. Last week, they tell me, of a man Who lost four days In silence. Sud denly he shrieked and rushed out (toward the sea babbling and quite mad. Several prodigal sons of American millionaires are here. Money has come easily. Here It will go with greater ease. I wagered a few tri fling amounts at roulette, lost once, won once, lost four times and quit. I have never been thrilled by gam bllng. Gambling here la only for a man With the wealth of a Schwab, who happens to be here, although I have not seen him In the gambling rooms. He spends most of his time walking by the sea with his personal physl Clan. The Monte Carlo Carlton has tn ktractlnn that might quicken the Jad ed in New York midnight clubs. The director has engaged the services of a trained bear, a magnificent brute that dances with the ladles. He ia sa docile as a kitten and aa playful. He lumbers about on ths polished floor with the ladies, seemingly enjoying It hugely. My one Impression Is that h* Is safer to dance with than the profensslonal dancers there. He does not steal Jewels or attempt polite blackmail. Russian Royal poverty stalks all over Europe. The Grand Duke Dimi tri Is here selling champagne. He was once a rare Judge of good wine. Now he sells to those who enjoyed his lavish hospitality. He has given his coat of arma away with his ser vices. The Dimitri Insignia will he on all the labels of the bottlea he sells. Monte Carlo Is the most gloriously outrageously vulgar place In the world. AH the men anem fahuloualy rich and the ladles are those who seem to know only fabulously rich men. Thera la something gruesome about the old women who gamble here. Their hand* appear clawy and their faces hawk like. They go to the Casino st 10 in the morning during the lull carrying smelling sails. Greed and avarice have claimed them. One of the "mysterious strangers" • t the gaming tables la a roly-poly man whose head Is bereft of hair as s slick onion. Pome say he is a Hoi land»r. And that h* 1s deaf and dumb. He squires a beautiful Rus sian looking lady about hut has never been seen to speak to her nor does she addrese him. accompanied by two friends, was the first clarification they had received; though the chronicle, elated over its "scoop" of the other papers, referred to the alleged criminal only In terms of the puzzle which It alone had offered to the public: "The person Indicated In vertical !> In the Chronicle's exclusive story of earlier this afternoon was arrested after that story had forced the author ities into action, and was bound over to the grand jury for the murder of Mrs. Emily Dunseath, who was i>oi sotted at her breakfast table on Thanksgiving morning. The evidence on which the arrest was made was the finding In the suspect's room at the Dunseath mansion of the charred remains of a threatening letter and also on the finding, in Ihe same place of wiiat is now known throughout the city as vertical 25 and horizon tal 38. "The letter was one written to Mrs. Dunseath before the suspect went to Elm Hills. It has already been con fessed that the letter was secured by the author, who preceded It to the Dunseath mansion, and burned it, supposedly, tti the fireplace. The charred fragments show a great bit terness over the fact that Mrs. Dun seath had refused to loan money. "Vertical 25 and horizontal 88 was brought into the house by Homer chalfonte, who had Just returned from the Orient." A resume of the story Chalfonte had told Burke was then given. Another story dealt with the chem ists' report, and that story ended with the statement that the authori ties would next encage In retracing the movements of each individual member of the household on the morning of the murder. In fulfillment of the prediction, Burke apiieared in the doorway as they finished reading the papers anil asked for Bose Fabry. "Come into the dining room, .Miss Fabry. The rest of you stay where you are till we want you." Helen leaned toward Minty. "Miss Minty, do you suppose they'll be after me next? My fainting that morning—when they said Kmllv had been poisoned—do you suppose they'll try to connect me with the—the mur der—just because of that?" Miss Minty set her lips and did not answer. In the dining room Burke seated Rose at the place she had occupied at the breakfast table on Thanksgiv ing morning. "Now," he said, "I want you to describe every action of yours In this room on Thanksgiving morn ing." "Well, X came down stairs with Helen Barr, Miss Minty and Aunt Emily—we had met In the hall. Grant Fowler and Jarvis Marsden were al ready down—” "Yeh, yeh, I know all that—that's been checked. Tell me what hap pened from the time you camp in." "Well, we all sat down at the table and the first thing Aunt Emily did was to poke at her grapefruit a little, and then ehe told Soantes to give her an orange. Sometimes she'd do that, though not often, because eh# loved grapefruit. So he reached for an orange on the buffet— "Did he eeem tr take any particu lar one?" "Not that I recall. As I remem ber, he Just took ont, out of the pyramid of them—there was always a pyramid of them there. And then Soames cut it In half and put it on a plate and handed it to her. She ate part of It, as I recall. I sup pose you know how much was left better than I do," "Yes, and now about the coffee?" "I was drawing that from the per cola tor. It was on the table when we .-arne In. I was sitting right where 1 am now—where you mid me to sit." Rose smiled st him wanly as she said this. "Go on." he growled. "And (die first cup I drew for her she passed on *o Chalfonte: said It had too much sugar. I'd been a lit tie forgetful, mavbe. with so many around and all. Then I drew another cup, put in the cream and sugar— one lump—and passed It to her." "Why didn't she draw the coffee herself?" "She did use to do it—when she first got the electric, percolator. It was something to play with. But lately she'd been having me do it— she was sort of lazy, and that morn lng she wanted to talk and not be bothered, I suppose,'’ "Did she drink her coffee rlghf away?" "No, ehe sort of looked at It first, and then at Janet, and then she re buked Janet, and Janet answered bark—do you want the exact words?" "No, I've got that »stuff." "Well, when Janet answered so rudely, Aunt Emily glared at her. drank a big swallow of coffee, and set the cup down and started to sink tn her chair. She kept staring at her •merald ring. I de remember this too, that she Just got the nip over the saucer, and the last Inch or two It dropped. I'd saw 1 mean she'd lost control of It by then "All right, that's all.” Burke watched her with troubled eyes as her gleaming hair disappeared in the dimly lit hall outside. Then he came to. "Half an orange, and half a cup of coffee, and—and that's all. And those dumbbell chemists can't find a thine in 'em. Kooks ilk* you ought to be able to put two halves together and get one some one, anyway. But If it whs In the coffee, then why didn't this Chalfnnte that she passed the first cup to. ROt poisoned'1 And this butler, Soames — he couldn't tell in advance ihat she would want an orange because some times she did lake grapefruit. There doesn't seem an'- way the thing could have been done." Helen called next, was made to sit In the same place she had occu pied the morning of the murder, and questioned at length, much a« Rose had been. Nothing, however, was to vrnled that was not already known. Kach person, as he left the room, went directly to his bedroom. They e^nir<l m have no longer any need to communicate, and had nothin* to say. Suspircion. remounting in each breast, drove them apart. Kach had his own thoughts. Kach needed to mull things nver Kach seemed tired of nil the rest. Vet though separated in .their own room*, they were *11 bound Into * unity n/ dreed and dletrt*t At last, after hi* long hour* of duty, KurUe turked hie muffler In. buttoned hie coat around him, and with * word to the guard outside i. the house and Its occupants alone A dim llcht burned In the halls Otherwise suspicion and troubled sleep darkly filled the oratorical mag ntflcenc* of the old house as with a *nmher whisper <T> H* Continued tomorrow) Clean tiled hearth* with a cloth dampened with turpentln* and dry with a clean cloth. Washing tile* with soap and water split* the glnae and enamel. Oh, Man! By BRIGGS » - ---- —-—- — - ____________ •^|MPAC53INC A GRFAT 'audib^ce^'with his PovveRi OP •’oratory' ™e -Sams - V00R opro"'"''’1:' «► J THE NEBBS IT’S AN ANTIQUE. 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