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i KENNEL i URDER , . CASE --- ^ S S.Vatx Dine ~ hy IV'tf frhfAJz 4 -i W.N.U. _$ E O VIC E SYNOPSIS Philo Vance, expert In solving crime mysteries, investigates the supposed suicide of Archer Coe. Dis trict Attorney Markham and Vance go to Coe's house. They find Wrede. a friend of Coe’s, there: also Signor Grassi, a guest. The door of the death chamber is bolted from the inside. They force it. Coe is clothed in a dressing gown, but wears street shoes. Vance says it is murder. The medical examiner finds evidences of a crime. He says Coe had been dead for hours when a bullet entered his head. It is proved that Coe was fully dressed when he was stabbed They find a wounded Scotch terrier. Vance takes the dog to a veterinarian, de claring the animal should prove an important connecting link. Gamble says Brisbane Coe, Archer's brother, left for Chicago the previous after noon, but his dead body Is discov ered in a coat closet in the Coe home. Vance interrogates the Chinese cook, Liang, and afterwards finds a bit of porcelain from a Chinese vase, with blood on it. CHAPTER V—Continued —8— "By the fact that Gamble heard him come in at midnight. I imagine he always comes in silently—it’s a Chinese characteristic. On general principles, the Chinese never want their movements, however innocent, to be known to foreigners. But last night Liang was heard returning— and Gamble had already retired to the fourth floor. A bit significant— eh, what? Liang probably saw Gam ble’s boudoir light ablaze and let it be known, in a subtle way, that he was arriving from ills afternoon and evening off.” "1 see what you mean," Markham nodded dubiously. "But, after all, your reasoning is purely specula tive.” “Oh, quite,’’ Vance admitted. "But the entire case is in a speculative stage just now, what? . . . Any way, I have even more (Infinite evi dence that Liang was here early last night and I’ll present him with it later . . . What do you say to our having polite intercourse with Wrede and the Signor Grassi?” Markham waved his hand in as sent. “And we’d better go upstairs,” Vance suggested. "Brisbane Is not a pretty sight.” Heath gave orders to Burke to remain at the library door and see that no one entered the room. Gam ble was told to stay In the front hall and answer the doorbell. "Which one of the babies do you want first?” the Sergeant asked. “The Italian, by all means," said Vance. "He’s frightfully up set, and therefore in nn admirable state of mind for questioning. We’ll keep Wrede till later—he’s teeming with possibilities.” Grassi and the sergeant joined us a few seconds later. “Mr. Grassi," Vance began with out preliminaries, “we should like t® know exactly what your social and professional status is in this house. We understand you have been a house guest of Mr. Coe’s for a week.” The Italian had himself well In hand. He sat down in leisurely fash ion. "Yes—that is right,” he returned, looking at Vance with calm dis dain. “I came here at Mr, Coe’s Invitation a week ago yesterday. It was to have been a fortnight’s visit.” "Had you any business with Mr. Coe?” “Oh, yes. 1 am connected in an official capacity, with a museum of antiquities in Milan," he ex plained ; "and I had hoped to be able to purchase from Mr. Coe cer tain specimens of Chinese ceramic art from his remarkable collection.” "His Ting vao vase, for exam ple?" Grassi’s dark eyes became sud denly brilliant with astonishment; but almost at once a wary look came into them and he smilpd with cold politeness. “1 must admit 1 was interested in the vase," he said. "It is a mag nificent specimen, of the amphora shape. . . . Have you examined It?” "No.” Vance told him “I'venever seen It . . but I think I've had a fragment of It In my mind." I Grass! stared. "A fragment!" "Yes; a small triangular piece,' Vance nodded. Then he added: "I have grave fears. Mr. Grant, that the Ting van vase has been broken." The Italian stiffened and his eyes clouded with suspicious anger. "It's Impossible! I was Inspect lug the vase only yesterday after noon. It was on the circular table In the library." "There's only a Tao Kuaug vase there now.” Vance Informed him. "And where, may I be permitted to ask. did you find Ihla fragment •f Ting yao?" “On the same table," Vance re plied carelessly. “Beneath the Tao Kuang." "Indeed?" There was a sneer In the Inflection of the word. Vance appeared to ignore It. He came closer to the Italian. “I understand from Gamble that you left the house at about four o’clock yesterday afternoon." “That is correct. I had a busi ness appointment for dinner and the evening.' "With whom?" “Is that information necessary?” “Oh, very." Vance met the other's smile with one equally arctic. "Very well, then. . . . With one of the curators of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.” “And,” continued Vance, without change of tone, “at what time last night did you meet Miss Lake?" The Italian rose Indignantly, his somber eyes flashing. "1 resent that question, sir! Even If I had met Miss Lake, I would not tell you." "lleally, Mr. Grassi," Vance smiled, "I would not have expected you to. Your conduct Is quite cor rect. I take It for granted you were aware that Miss Lake Is enguged to Mr. Wrede." Grassi calmed down quickly and resumed his seat. "Yes; I knew there was some understanding. Mr. Archer Coe In formed me of the fact. But he also stated—” “Yes, yes. He also stated that he was opposed to the alliance. He enjoyed Mr. Wrede intellectually, but did not regard him favorably as a husband for his ward. . . . What Is your opinion of the situa tion, Mr. Grassi?" The Italian seemed surprised at Vance's question. “You must forgive me, sir," he said, after a pause, “if I plead my inability to express an opinion on the subject. I may say, however, that Mr. Brisbane Coe disagreed with his brother. He was very much In favor of me marrlnge, and stated his views most emphatically to Mr. Archer Coe." “And now * both of them are dead.” Vance remarked. Grassl’s eyelids drooped, and he turned his head slightly. "Both," he repeated In a low voice. "Mr. Brisbane was stabbed In the back shortly after Mr. Archer was killed,” Vance Informed him. "Most unfortunate," the Italian murmured. “Have you," asked Vance, “any suggestion as to who might desire to have these two gentlemen out of the way?” Grass! suddenly became austere and aloof. “1 have no suggestion," he re plied In a flat, diplomatic voice. "Mr. Archer Coe was the type of man who might inspire enmities; but Mr. Brisbane Coe was quite the opposite—genial, shrewd, kindly—” “An excellent characterization," Vance complimented him. “And what are your impressions of Mr. Wrede? ... I assure you any opinion you express will go no fur ther." Grass! appeared 111 at ease. He did not answer at once, but con templated the wall before him for some time. Finally he spoke in the slow, precise manner of a man carefully choosing his words. “I have not been particularly Im pressed by Mr. Wrede. On the sur face he is most charming, but l have a feeling he Is inclined toward su perficiality. He Is capable, I should say, of unexpected things. I have a feeling he would stop at nothing to gain his own ends.” "Thank you !” Vance spoke with unwonted harshness. ** I perfectly understand your feelings.” He looked down at Grassl contemptu ously. "And now. sir. we should like to know exactly what you did yesterdny between four o'clock in the afternoon and one o’clock In the morning." His tone was almost menacing. The Italian made a valiant effort to meet Vunee's stern gaze. "I have said all I Intend to say." he announced. Vance faced the man threat eningly. "In that case." he said. ”1 shall hn\e to order your arrest on sus pirlon of hnvlng murdered Archer and Brisbane A look of abject fear came over Grussi’s pallid face. "No—you can't—do that," he stammered, "I didn't do It—| ns sure yott I didn't do It!" Ills voire rose. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. I went to Doctor Montrose's for teu. AA'e discussed ceramics; and I stayed to dinner At eight o'clock I excused myself and went to the railway station to take the train for Mount Vernon— to the Crestvtew Country elnb. . . .** "Your appointment with Miss Lake was at what time?” "Nine o’clock.” The man looked appealingly at Vance. “There was to be a dance . . . but I took the wrong trnln—I’m not familiar—" “Quite—quite.” Vance spoke en couragingly. "And what time was It when you arrived at the club?” “It was after eleven." Grassl fell back Into the chair ns If exhausted. “I had to make several transporta tion changes," he continued In a forced tone. “It was most unfortu nate. . . "Yes, very." Vance studied the other Icily. “Did the lady forgive your tardiness?" "Yes! Miss Lake accepted my ex planation," the man returned, with a show of heat. “The fact is, she did not arrive until several minutes after I did. she had motored to the Arrowhead Inn with friends for din ner, and had an accident of some kind on her return to the club." "Very dlstressln’," murmured Vance. “Were her friends with her at the time of the accident?" “I do not believe they were." Grassl answered. "Miss Lake told me she had motored back alone.” At this point Detective Burke stepped into the room. “That t'hlnk downstairs wants to speak to Mr. Vance,” he said. "He’s all hot and bothered." Vance nodded to Heath. "Send him up, Burke,” the ser geant ordered. Liang appeared at the door and waited till Vance came to him. He said something in a low voice which the rest of the room could not distinguish, and held out a crudely twisted paper parcel. "Thank you, Mr. Liang." said Vance; and the Chinaman, with a low bow, returned downstairs. Vance took the parcel to the desk and began opening it. “The cook," he said, speaking di rectly to the Italian, “has Just found this package tucked away in the garbage pail on the rear porch. It may interest you, Mr. Grass!." As he spoke he smoothed out the corners of the paper; and there were revealed to all of us many fragments of beautiful, delicate porcelain with a pure white luster. “Here," he went on, still address ing the Italian, “are the remains of Mr. Coe's Ting yao vase. . . . And. if you will notice, several of these pieces of fragile Sung porce lain are stained with blood." There was a long silence. Finally Grass! looked up. "it’s an outrage!" he exclaimed. "1 don’t understand it In the least. . . . And the blood! Do you think, sir, that this vase had any thing to do with the death of Mr. Coe?" “Without doubt." Vance was watching the Italian with a puz •*At What Time Last Night Did You Meet Miss Lake?” zled look. “But pray sit down again, Mr. Grassl. There are one or two more questions I should like to ask you.” The other resumed his seat reluc tantly. "If you were with Miss Lake at the Country club late last night,” Vance proceeded, “how did It happen that you and she returned to the house at different hours? 1 presume, of course, that you accompanied her back to the city.” Grassl appeared embarrassed. "It was Miss Lake’s suggestion.” he said, “that we should not be heard entering the house at the same time. So l waited in Central park for a quarter of an hour after she had gone.” Vance nodded. "I thought as.much. It was the proximity of your two returns that made me conclude that possibly you had been together last night. But what reason did Miss Lake give for the deception?” "No particular reason. Miss Ijtke merely said she thought It would be better If Mr. Brisbane Coe did not hear ns coming In together.” "She specifically mentioned Mr Brisbane Coe?” “Yes.” “Anil she did not mention Mr Archer Coe?” “Not that I remember ” “That Is quite understandable.” Vance remarked. “Uncle Brisbane was her ally In her engagement to Mr, Wrede; and she may have feared that be would not have ai> proved of her being out so late with amdher man. Ity the by, Mr Grassl, when you came In Inst night —or rather, this morning—where di« you hang your hat and coatT*’ A cautious look came Into the Italian’s eyes. "I did not wear any outer coat. But I carried my hat and stick to my own room.” “Why? There is a closet in the lower hall." Urassi moved uneasily, and I could have sworn the pallor of his face increased. “I did not care to make a noise opening and shutting the closet door," he explained. Vance made no comment. “That will be all for the present," he snid pleasantly. “And thank you for your help. . . Would you mind waiting In your room? We shall probably want to question you again before the afternoon is over." The man bowed and went down the passageway of the hall toward the front of the house. Markham was immediately on his feet. “What about that broken vase?” he demanded, pointing to the par cel of porcelain fragments on the desk. “Was that the thing with which Archer Coe was struck on the head?” “Oh, no. Tliis delicate Ting yao china would crack under the least pressure. If a man were struck with such a vase he would hardly feel it. The vase simply would break Into pieces.” "But the blood. . . .’’ “There was no blood on Archer's head.’’ Vance selected one of the fragments nnd held it up. “More over. please note that the blood Is not on the outer glaze, but on the inside of the vase. The same is true of tiie little piece I found on the table downstairs. But i caii’t possibly connect tills broken vase with Brisbane's death or with the Scott le." •'And how do you connect it with Archer’s death?" Vance became evasive. "Suppose we talk to Wrede,” he suggested. "We may know more when he has unburdened his heart to us.” Markham gave an order to Heath, but at that moment Burke an nounced the arrival of the wagon from the department of public wel fare; The sergeant went into the hall and was half-way down the stairs when Vance hastened after him. ".lust a moment. Sergeant! I could bear to snoop in the pockets of Bris bane's suit before it’s taken away. . . . Would you mind?" "Certainly not, Mr. Vance. Come along." We all went to the library. The sergeant closed the door. "I had the same Idea," he said. “I’ve been figuring right along tliat maybe that slick butler was lying to us about the ticket to Chicago." It took but a short time to empty the pockets of Brisbane Coe’s suit to the library table. But there was nothing of interest among the contents, only the usual Items to be found in a man’s pockets—a wal let, handkerchiefs, keys, a fountain pen, a watch, and the like. There were, however, the ticket and berth reservations to Chicago, and also the parcel room check for the suit case. Heath was crestfallen, and ex pressei hi . i ' In violent tei: *s. •The tick here al1 right,” tie added; "so 5 guess he intended to go, af: ;r all." Vance, too, was dl* ^pointed. “Oh, yes, Sergeant, he intended to go. But it was not the ticket that was worrying me. I was hoping to find something else.” "What?” asked Markham. Vance gave him a vague look. "Really, don’t y’ know, I haven't the slightest Idea." He would say no more. Heath summoned the two men waiting in the hall with their bas ket, and the body of Brisbane Coe was taken away to join that of his brother at the mortuary. As the men went out to the car, Snitkin came in with the dead man's suitcase. The contents consisted merely of the Items which would ordinarily be taken by a man mak ing a short trip. Vance nodded to Heath, and the sergeant ordered Gamble to put the bag away. “And you, Snitkln," he added, "wait upstairs." Both men disappeared, and the sergeant went to the drawing room doors and pulled them apart. "Mr. Wrede," he called. “You're wanted." Wrede came Into the library with a haggard, questioning look In his eyes. “Have you learned anything, Mr. Markham?” ‘ His voice seemed to quaver slightly, and as he spoke, his eyes roved over the room. “Where’s Mr. GrHSsI?’' “Mr. Grassi’s upstairs." Mark ham motioned to a chair. “And I’in sorry to say that thus far we have learned very little. . . We are hoping that you may be aide to help us out of our quandary." “Good Lord! I wish I could." Wrede was like a man on the verge of collapse. "It's horrible!" Vance had heen watching him from under half-dosed eyelids, “It's more horrible than you |ter haps realize." he said. "Hrlslmne Coo has also been murdered." Wrede sank heavily Into the near est chair, "Brisbane?" Ills voice seemed to come from afar. “But why—why S” "Why, Indeed?" Vance spoke harshly. “Never!heleas, he's dead, too, was stubbed In the hack with a curiously shaped instrument." (To IIK OUNTINUKD i True Detective Storv by Vanc# WynB 7 C Public Lfdsor “So Perish All Traitors” THE two young men who regis tered st the Southern hotel, In St. Louis, many years ago, were well dressed and looked prosperous Also they seemed to be devoted friends. Charles A. Preller and Wnlter L. Maxwell were the names they In scribed on the book, and It later developed that they were English men, having come from Liverpool to Boston and thence to St. i/ouls. At all events they were Insepa rable companions, and their mutual devctlon attracted the attention of the other guests of the house. Maxwell left the hotel first, sa.v lug that his friend Intended stay Ing a few days longer. Also he suggested that he had Borne work to do In his room and did not want to be disturbed. That was all very well, but when Preller failed to make his appear ance after two days the manage ment of the house thought It was time to Investigate. There was no response to the knock on his room door nnd It had to be forced. There was a trunk in the corner of tlie apartment. It was opened and In it was found the dead body of Charles A. I’reller. His mustache had been removed, probably to change Ills appearance, and on his clothing was pinned a sheet of paper on which was writ ten : “So perish all traitors to the great cause.” The first and most natural move on the part of the detectives was to try and find the former compun Ion of the dead man. There was no special reason for suspecting that be had killed the friend to whom he seemed so de voted, but there was every reason for supposing that he might throw some light on the tragedy. Did the two men belong to some secret society? Were they being pursued by avengers? It was not easy to get on the track of Maxwell, but It was eventually learned that be hnd gone to San Francisco. The chief of police of that city worked In unison with the chief of police of St. Louis. In a few days be was able to re port that a man who looked very much like the description of Max well hnd been seen in the smoking room of the Palace hotel. Inquiry showed that this man had registered as T. C. D’Auger, of Paris. He talked with a French accent, although one day, in answering a question suddenly asked by another guest, he spoke perfect English. Just when the police were plan ning to place him under arrest he left San Francisco for New Zea land. He was captured there, but re sisted ex,..'.dltion. seemed to have plenty of mon ey and legal advice, but eventually the papers were signed by Presi dent Cleveland and the suspect was brought back to St. Louis. But up to the time there was no convincing legal proof that he had killed Preller. He denied the charge vehement ly and defied the authorities. But the police got to work and In the course of time they proved a number of things. First it was shown that the hand writing on the note which was pinned to the clothing of the eorpse in the trunk was that of Maxwell. ft corresponded exuctly with the signature he lrad plnced on the ho tel register. That demolished the theory that Preller had been the victim pf the vengeance of some secret society. It was simply an Ingenious idea of Maxwell to send the police Cii a false scent. Secondly, they proved that Hut well had gone to a barber (hop after leaving the Southern D»tel and had his beard taken oft and that after It had been dov/ he turned to the barber and said * “Do you think any one wquI* rec ognflle me now?” Thirdly, they proved that h* bad purchased the trunk In which (be body was found. They produced the porter who had carried It to his roe.w, *nd they had evidence that he displayed a big roll of hundred-dollar tills shortly after leaving the hotel 'Mils furnished the motive f<e the crime—the cold-blooded. ealculU*ed robbery of the man who had been hU generous friend. Art the trial he was confronted by ihe druggi.it from whom hs had purchased the chloroform whk-0 he had used to overcome I’rellei be fore murdering him. There were no mitigating clrrMtr. I stances whatever, and the Jury mi | dered a verdict of murder to tbs first degree WtiU Set vie •. Prehistoric Rain Marhi Stab A slab of prehistoric mud. bear ing the marks of raludrups that fell millions of year* ago, la among (he Requisitions of a museum at Tale It hears evidence of s passing ■bower. Dumb Belle By ALICE D. KELLY <£, McClure Newspaper Syndicate. WNU Service. E'It NEST LEIGHTON singled Her j out after his popular lecture on psychology before the Womens Clubs of Denby because she was sc absolutely lovely, and because she apparently hadn't assimilated a single word that he’d said. He’d had enough and to spare of Intellectual women. Because he was comparatively young and very bronzed and big and comely they pursued him chastely, with cooltigs born of much book learning. He'd come to Denby, and his new position in the university well on the defensive. One glance at the girls in his advanced classes and he knew he’d better stick to books. That’s why he fell so hard for Jen nle-Lou Truesdale that very tlrst mo ment he saw her. She couldn’t have been prettier and she couldn’t have looked more gaily un ashamedly dumb. He got himself In troduced directly after the lecture and looked raptly down at her live feet one Inch of curves, satiny skin, ultra clothes and general sweetness and said: "What were you doing at my lec ture ?” She (lltnpled at him and an swered with a during little gurgle of laughter: “Oh, I had to come. My nunt's on the committee. Aren’t you tired of saying all those long words?" He could have kissed her with the greatest of euse. When she suggested with a pro vocative sweep of black, curly lasnes against an apple blossom cheek. I know a place where you can dance and get tea with awfully good rum In It." He said “Let's go," without even thinking of the reception committee whom he was mortally insulting. He kissed her going home in the car, and she said, "Oh, you snouldn’t, should you?" And he said masterfully, "I should, and I Intend to go on doing so.” After that he spent every waking instant with her for days. She thought he was wonderful and told him so. frequently. The simple things had to he explained to her in words of one syllable. “No, dear precious, It’s no use blowing up the tire, it has a greut big cut In It. You remember you drove over all that glass?’ “Yes, dear, 1 do have to study, No. 1 don’t know afl the psychology there Is . . .’’ etc., etc. They were engaged two weeks after they met and events pro gressed smoothly townrd a speedy and elaborate wedding. Then the blow fell. It was a re ception. A plain woman came up to the happy pair. She beamed up at Ernest. "You’re getting a renl little treas ure," she told him. "1 had Jenny Lou In all my courses in the univer sity, and she passed with honors. She may not know much about your subject, but she’s at the top in her own." It was shattering! All Jennle ixiu’s adorable dumbness had been a line, then! Ernest couldn’t take It. The thing he loved was dead. He took advantage of a conven tion In the Middle West and went away. He couldn’t bear even to write to Jennie-Lon. For the first few days a sense of escnpe from a lifetime of companionship and men tal equality sustained him. Iiut after that he realized that he want ed Jennie-Lou. He wanted to hear her gurgling little laugh and her delightfully, Idiotic questions and wipe away her facile tears. He decided to sacrltice everything for love. She greeted him ecstatically. "Bad boy, not to write,” she chided him gently. "1 should scold you for that. Darling, we’ve had thirty six new wedding presents. And my wedding dress Is done," she gur gled infectiously. ******* It wus on the boat that Ernest summoned up his courage. lie had loved Jennle-Lou enough to give up the dream of a lifetime and marry her complete with honors. He had given up years of comfortable eve nings of dancing and lovemaking and foruging In the Ice box for the horrors of discussing each other's work. He held Jennle-Lou close, as he asked tensely, "Sweetheart, what was your subject in school?” "School?” she asked vaguely. "School? 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