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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 27, 1934)
5 '“KENNELS URDER t CASE ^ ku* S.S.Vftti Dine ^ w.Nu SERVICE 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 Orasst, a guest. The door of the death chamber is bolted from the Inside. They Torce it. Coe Is clothed 1n a dressing gown, but wears street shoes. Vance says it is murder. The medical examiner says Coe had been dead for hours when a bullet en tered his head He had been stabbed. The investigators find a wounded Scottish terrier in the house. Vance declares the animal should prove an Important connecting link. Brisbane Coe, Archer’s brother, is supposed to have left for Chicago the previous afternoon, but his dead body is dis covered In the Coe home. Vance in terrogates the Chinese cook, Diang. Brisbane died from a stab In the back, as did Archer. Vance, search ing Brisbane’s * coat, tinds waxed thread attached to a bent pin, and a darning needle. It is learned that Wrede once had a dog, which he gave to a friend, a Doberman Pin acher. A lipstick found in Coe’s wastebasket, indicates that a woman called on the murdered man the night of his death. By manipulating the string, the bent pin and the darning needle found In Brisbane s pocket. Vance bolts Archer Coe’s door from the outside. Grass! is stabbed. He says he did not see his assailant, who came in at night. Vance sets out with the Scottie to determine the dog's ownership. CHAPTER IX—Continued —15— Vance thanked him for his help and added: “Do you happen to know what bitch this Is, or who owns her?” Mr. Stlnemetz shook his head. “No, I never saw her before—she must be a newcomer. I didn't see a catalogue of the show and there were no postmortems at the Judge’s table after the show.” Vance left Mr. SMnemetz’s ken nels in a much happier frnme of mind. “Tomorrow,” he said, as we drove home through the gathering dusk, ^‘we will know the owner’s name." Immediately upon our arrival In New York, Vance telephoned to Markham at his home, and learned that there had been no develop ments in the case during the day. The den window-sill had been gone ■over carefully for fingerprints, but without results. A general routine Investigation had been put in op eration by the sergeant, but, aside from this, nothing had been done. “The case has me bogged," Mark ham complained sadly at dinner that night. “I see no way out of the situation. Even if we knew who committed the crimes, we couldn’t show how they were ac complished—unless the guilty per son himself chose to tell us. . . . And that attack on Grassi; Instead of helping us. It has only put us ■deeper Into the well. And there's nothing to take hold of. All the or dinary avenues of investigation are closed. Heaven knows there are enough people who might have done It—and there are enough mo tives for a dozen murders." “Sad . . . sad,” sighed Vance. "‘My heart bleeds for you, don't y’ know. Still, there's some simple explanation. It’s a deucedly com plicated puzzle—a cryptogram with apparently meaningless words. But once we have the key letter, the rest of It will fall into place. And the key letter may be the Scottle. I’m hopin’ for the best. You might ■confide In me the exact condition of the Coe domicile tonight.” "There's little to confide,” Mark ham told him acerbltously. “Heath has done the usual things and gone home. However, he’s left two men on guard, one in the street and one at the rear of the house. Grassl has remained in his room all day— Heath’s last report to me was that the gentleman had gone to bed. The lock on his door, by the way, has been fixed; so he’ll probably live the night through. Miss Lake came In just as the sergeant was going. . . . By the way, she took the news of Grassi’s stabbing rather hard—” Vance looked up quickly. “I sny, that’s most Interestin’.” “The Chinaman did not leave the house,” Markham continued, “and told Heath he preferred to remain until the guilty person had been brought to Justice.” “I do hope he hasn’t too long to wait,” Vance sighed. “But it's Just as well If Liang stays with us. I feel that he’s going to he most help ful to us anon. . . . And you. Mark ham. old dear: what have you been doing? Milk investigations. I sup pose—and committees of eminent citizens who wish to uplift the drama—and interviews with aider men.” “That’s about ■11,” Markham con fessed. “What would you have sug gested?” “Really, Markham, I haven’t a suggestion today.” Vance leaned back in his chair. “But tomor row—" "You’re so helpful and satisfy ing,” Markham snapped. CHAPTER X The Scottie’s Trail. A T NINE o’clock the following morning Vance called at the of tices of the American Kennel club and explained to the secretary, Mr Perry B. ltice, the nature of the In formation he sought. Mr. lti e introduced us to Mrs. Del (,'ampo. the head of the show department. Mrs. Del Oumpo, when Mr. Bice ex plained to her what Vance wanted found the marked Englewood catn logue. Turning to the Scottish ter rier section, she ran her linger down the list of Pupy Bitch entries until she came to the winner of the class. The owner's name was given as Julius Higginbottom. and the name of the dog itself ns Miss MacTavish. The breeder was Henry Bixby. Vance made a note of these data, and expressed his admiration for the A. K. C. system. When we arrived at the district attorney’s office on the fourth floor of the Criminal Courts building, Markham was in conference with Sergeant Heath. Swacker, the dis trict attorney’s secretary, ushered us immediately into Markham’s pri vate office. "Things are moving.” Vance sat down and took out his cigarette case. “I have just come from the American Kennel club and have dis covered a bit of most interestin’ In formation. The wounded Scottle, Markham, belongs to none other than Julius Higginbottom.” "And who might he be, Vance? And why does the fact Interest you?” "I have met Hlgginbottom. He's a member of the Crestview Coun try club, and he has a large country estate at Mount Vernon, where he spends his entire time living what he imagines to be the life of a coun try gentleman—” Heath sat forward in h!s chair. “It was the Crestview Country club at Mount Vernon,’’ he inter jected, “where Miss Lake and Grassl went to a dance Wednesday night.” "And that’s not all, Sergeant.” Vance sprawled luxuriously in his chair and took a deep Inhalation. “Hlgginbottom knew Archer Coe pretty well. Several years ago Hlgginbottom Inherited, from an aunt, a very fine collection of early Chinese paintings, many of which Coe bought from him at a prepos terously low price. Hlgginbottom Is something of a gay bird—the sporting type of man—and knew nothing of the value of the paint ings. After he had sold them to Coe he learned from a dealer thnt they were very valuable, and there was consequent talk. In certain New York art circles, to the effect that Coe had put over a shrewd and somewhat unethical deal on Hlggin bottom, who, as I know, took the mat ter up with Coe, but without any success, and there has been a cer tain amount of bad blood between them ever since. Hlgginbottom was a major In the World war and is a hotheaded sort of a chap.” Markham beat a nervous tattoo on the desk. “Well, where does that get us?” he asked. “Are you implying that Hlgginbottom came down from Mount Vernon with his dog and murdered Coe?” "Good Lord, no!" Vance made a slight gesture of annoyance. "I’m not implyin’ anything. I am merely reportin’ my findings. But I must confess that I find the relationship between the Scuttle and Major Hig glnbottora and Archer Coe a bit sat isfyin’. I am motoring Immediately to Mount Vernon, where I hope to have a polite—and I trust. Illu minatin'—intercourse with the ma Jor concerning Miss MacTavish. . . . Would you care to hear the result of my social endeavors?” i'll be here all afternoon,” Mark ham answered glumly. We had little difficulty in find ing the Higginbottnm estate, and we were lucky enough to find the ma jor sitting on the big colonial front porch. “To what do 1 owe the honor of this call, sir?” He spoke with hos pitable good nature. "I am really delighted. You should come often er.” “I’d be charmed.” Vance sat down beside a small glass table. "But today, Major, d’ ye see, I hopped out here on a little matter of busi ness. . . . The truth is. I'm dashed interested in a Seottle bitch belong ing to yon—Miss MacTavish—who was shown at Englewood. . . At the mention of the dog’s name iligglnbottom gave a loud cough, pushing his chair back with a scraping sound, and glancing over his shoulder to the open window leading Into the house. The man seemed deeply perturbed, and his tone of voice and his manner, when he answered, struck me as most pe culiar. “Yes, yes; of course," he blus tered, rising and walking toward the front steps. "1 rarely go to dog shows any more. By the way, Mr. Vance, I want to show you my roses. . . And he walked down the stairs toward a small rose gar den at the right. Vance lifted his eyebrows In mild astonishment and followed his host. When we were out of hearing of the house, the mnjor placed his hand on Vance's shoulder and spoke confidentially: “By gad, sir! 1 hope my wife didn’t hear that question of yours. She’s generally In the drawing room during the mornings, and the win dows were open.1' He appeared troubled. “Yes, sir, it would be most annoying If she heard It. 1 didn’t mean to be Impolite, sir—no, sir, by gad!—but you startled me for a moment ... A most trying and delicate situation.” He put his head a little closer to Vance. “Where did you hear of that little bitch of mine?—were you at the Englewood show 7—and why should you be Interested?” He glanced again over Ids shoulder toward the porch. “George! I hope your ques tion didn't reach my wife's cars.” Vance looked at the man quiz zically. •'Come, come. Major," lie said pleasantly. "It really can t be so serious. I was not at Englewood, and 1 never saw Miss MacTavlsh uni it the day before yesterday. The fact of the matter is. Major, your little hitch is now in my apartment in New York.” “You don’t say!—In your apart inent?" Higginbottom seemed vast ly astonished. "How did she get there?—I don't understand at all. This is most peculiar, Mr. Vance. Pray enlighten me." “But she is your dog. is she not. Major?" Vance asked quietly. “Well . . . well—the fact Is—that is to say—” Higginbottom was spluttering with embarrassment. “Yes—yes, I suppose you would say that I am the technical owner of her. But I haven’t seen her for over six months. . . . You see, Mr. Vance, It’s this way—I gave Miss MacTavish away to a friend of mine—a very dear friend, y’ under stand—In New York." “Ah,” breathed Vance, looking up at the cerulean sky. "And who, Major, might this friend be?” Higginbottom began to splutter again, with an added show of In dignation. "By gad, Mr. Vance! I can’t see —really, I can't see—what possible concern that is of any one but my self—and, of course, the recipient. ... It was a purely private trans action—I might say a personal transaction—” “Major," Vance Interrupted brusquely. “I am not prying into your private affairs. But a rather serious matter has arisen, and It will be much better for you to con fide In me than to have the district attorney summon you to his office." Higginbottom’s little eyes opened very wide and he fumbled with the ashes In his pipe. “The fact is, Mr. Vance, I have a very dear friend In New York— a young woman—a very charming young woman, I might say— “It’s like this, Mr. Vance. I come to the city quite often—on busi ness. y’ understand—and enjoy a night club and the theater now and then, and—you know how It Is—I don’t care to go alone, and Mrs. Higginbottom has no interest In such frivolous things—" •Tray don’t make apologies. Ma jor,” Vance put In. “What did you say the young lady’s name was?” “Miss Doris Delafield—and a very fine young woman she is. Comes of an excellent family—” "And it was Miss Delafield to whom you gave the dog six months ago?” “That’s right. But I'm most anx ious to keep the matter a secret. You see, Mr. Vance, I wouldn’t care to have Mrs. Hlgginbottom know of It, ns she might not understand ex actly." "I'm sure she wouldn’t,” Vance murmured. “And I quite sympa thize with your predicament. . . . And where does Miss Delafield live, Major?” “At the Belle Malson apurtments at 90 West .Seventy-first street.” Vance’s eyes flickered very slight ly as he took out a cigarette and lighted It slowly. “That’s the small apartment house Just across the vacant lot from Ar cher Coe's residence. Isn’t It?" “That’s right. The fact Is. Mr. Vance, I was calling on Miss Dela field the very night he was mur dered.” “Indeed. Major. That's most In terestin’.” Vance leaned over and snapped off a dead leaf from one of the Talisman bushes. “By the by. Major.” he went on in an o(T hand tone, “little Miss MacTavish was fotind In the Coe house the next morning, with a rather vicious wound across her head.” The major's pipe fell from his mouth to tlie lawn, and was Ig nored. He stared at Vance like n man transfixed, and the blood went from his face. “I—I—really. .. . Are you—sure?” he stammered. “Oh, quite. Quite. As I told you, I have Miss MacTavish In my apart ment now. I found her in the house —In the lower hall. I took her to Doctor Blarney—she's coming round In flrst-class shape. . . . But how do you account for the fact, Major," —Vance looked at the man square ly—"that your dog was In the mar der house at the time the crime was committed?” "Account for It!" the man blus tered excitedly. “I can’t account for It. . . . Good gad 1 This Is In credible I I’m completely bowled over—” “But how does It happen. Major," Vance cut In placidly, “that yon have not heard of the dog's absence from Miss Delafleld’s apartment—” "Oh, I forgot to tell you," snld the major, and hesitated. "Ah, what did you forget to tell me?" The major shifted his eyes. "I omitted to mention the fact that Miss Delafield sailed for Eu rope on Wednesday night.” ‘‘The night Mr. Archer Coe wns murdered,” Vance said slowly. “Just so," the major returned ag gressively. “The reason I happened to be at her apartment that night was because we were having a fare well dinner, and I was to see her (►IT on the boat.” "And how does It happen. Major, that your dog was not returned to your kennel here when Miss Dela rteld sailed for Europe?” "The fact of the matter Is"— Illgglnbottom became apologetic— “Doris—that Is, Miss Delafield—on my advice, left the dog in the care of her maid, who was to look after the apartment during her absence.” “On your advice? . . , Why?" “1 thought it best.” the major ex plained weakly. “You see, sir, If l brought the dog here It might in volve tiit* situation a bit, ns I would huve to give explanations to my wife when Doris Miss Delafield— returned from Europe and wished to have the dog back. And, of course—” “Ah, yes. I quite understand," nodded Vance. “And what time did Miss Delafield sail Wednesday night?” “On the Olympic—at midnight.” “And you were in the apartment at what time?" ”1 called about six o'clock and we went out immediately. We had dinner—let me see—at a little res tuurant—I suppose you might call it a night club—and we remained there until It was time to go to the boat.” “What little restuurant wns It?” Hlgglnbottom knit his brow. “Really, Mr. Vance, I can’t re member." He hesitated. “You know. I’m not certain that It even had a name. It was a small place In the West Fifties—or was It the For ties? It was a place that had been recommended to Miss Delafleld by a friend.” “A bit vague—eh, what?” Vance let his eyes come to rest mildly on the major. “Rut thank you Just the same. I think I'll stagger hack to New York and have a chat with Miss Delatleld's maid. I’m sure you won’t mind. What, by the by, Is her name?” The major looked a bit startled. “Annie Cochrane.” he said, and then hurried on: “But I say, Mr. Vance, this thing sounds rather se rious. Would you mind If I ac companied you to the city? I my self would like to know why Annie didn’t report to me the absence of the dog.” “I'd be delighted,” Vance told him. We drove back to New York with Major Hlgglnbottom and went di rect to the Belle Malson. Annie Cochrane was a young dark-haired woman In her early thirties, obv.uusly of Irish descent, and when, on opening the door to our ring, she saw Major Hlgglnbot tom, she appeared frightened and flustered. “Listen here, Annie," the major began aggressively. “Why didn’t you let me know that Miss Delafleld’s dog had disappeared?” Annie explained stumblingly tlat she had been afraid to say anything about the dog’s disappearance, as she considered It her fault that the dog was gone, and that she had hoped from day to day that it would return. The woman was patently frightened. “Just when did the dog disap pear, Annie?" asked Vance In a consoling voice. The woman loc' ed at him grate fully. "I missed her, sir," she said, “Just after Major Hlgglnbottom and Mlaa Doris went out Wednesday night, at about nine o’clock, sir.” Vance turned to Hlgglnbottom with a faint smile “Didn’t I understand you to say that you went out at six o’clock. Major?” Before Hlgginbottom could an swer, the maid blurted: "Oh, no; It wasn’t sir o'clock. It wasn’t un til nine o’clock. I got dinner for them here a little after eight." The major looked down and stroked his chin cogltatlngly. "Yes. yes." He nodded. “That’s right. I'd thought It was six o’clock, but now I remember. An excellent dinner you prepared that night, Annie.’’ He looked up at Vance with a smile of nonchalant frank ness. “Sorry to have misinformed you. Mr Vance. The—ah—incident rather slipped my memory. ... I had Intended to take Miss Dplafield out to dinner. But when I arrived Annie had prepared everything for us, so wo changed onr plans.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) Vitamin C Structure Clarified A German scientist has succeed ed In clarifying the entire chemical structure of vitamin C, the incurvjr preventive. HOW S By Bob Nichols Shooting Editor, Field \TO MAN can hope to become a ^ very good wlngshot If he lay* bis gun away ten months in the year and takes It out ngaln only when the autumn gunning season rolls around. Especially in his de velopment stage, the hopeful shoot er needs practice the year ’round. Much of this practice can be what Is termed "dry shooting." That is. mere practice Indoors with the gun empty. "Dry shooting" will materially help you acquire good form and si>eed In your gun mounting. Keep your gun standing handy in a cor ner of your room, where you can snatch It up for a few minutes' prac tice in the evening before you turn In. Keep all shells for the gun un <ler lock and key where children, or grown-ups with children's minds, can't get at them. Never slip shells In your gun In the house. To do so is to invite tragedy! Grub up your gun for a few min utes each day. Not more than two or three minutes at a time, for prac tlce does you little good If you con Mnne after your arms ure fa tlgued. Practice mounting the gun to your shoulder. Get so you can do It swiftly but gently. Never Jerk It up spasmodically, or Jam the but! hard back into your shoulder. Bring It up smoothly, pointing ll Instinctively at a spot on the well paper as it conies up to your fact ami In to your shoulder, then glv Ing It the finer aiming adjustment Just as you pull the trigger. Keep both eyes open and see how grad ually It becomes easier and easier to point the gun accurately with the full power of your two-eyed vision Push the gun stock In close to your fnce so It won’t be necessary to tilt your head too far over to look down the barrel. Your gun butt should rest clenr In ou your shoulder, clear In the the base of your neck—never out on the arm. Don't snap your hammers. You may break a firing pin. Put the safety on. You can practice pull ing the trigger Just about as well this way. Stand erect as you practice. Not stiffly like a ramrod, but easily erect. Keep your head erect amd your chin down. To tuck In your chin before you mount your gun may prevent you from getting the had habit of craning your head and neck out over the gun stock when you shoot. Get the habit of keep Ing your chin tucked In as you bring your gun np, and you’ll find that your barrels come up Into easy alignment much quicker. Mount Ing your gun with chin tucked In It a simpler movement. Doing It with the chin sticking out results In h compound movement — your gun comes up and your chin comet down. Frequently they do not meet at the same point Your head may be craned out too far over the stock of the gun. When this awkward strain la Introduced, the shooter frequently raises his head an In stant before firing and up goes hie gun muzzle and he over-shoots. With your chin tucked snugly In your face soon learns to assume a fixed shooting position. Face and gun stock no longer try to “find each other In the dark.’’ The hands having been taught their duty, bring the gun stock up Into the nccus toined position, where cheek and eyes are all ready waiting to take possession of the finer adjustments of the aim. Hunters who haven’t yet learned to assume correct bend position be fore bringing the gun to shoulder quite often get a bruised cheek bone. They blame the gun. Usually It isn't the gun’s fault at all. Good shooting form—and good shooting, too—results from a syn chronlzatlon of movement, and n consequent elimination of unfamll lar movement and lost motion. <g. WMtirn S«wi««»r Union “Sensitization Diseases’* Found Largely Inherited Ilay fever, asthma, eczema, food Idloslncrasy and similar minor dis eases cuused by excessive sensitiv ity to certain pollens, dusts, foods or other common substances have been found to be Inherent family weaknesses in 33 per cent of 7,000 students studied by the University of Michigan health service. Since 1980 complete medical hia torles of 7,000 students entering the university have been registered and checked for accuracy by parents of the students, according to Dr Kuenaventura Jlininez In the Mich tgan Medical Society Journal. It was found that 12 per cent ol these students had previously had hay fever, rose fever, asthma or ec zema. A second group, 22 per cent, reported having had urticaria, gas tro Intestinal upsets, food ldiosyn crasy, frequent “colds” and head aches of the type usually caused by sensitization to some substance or food. A third group, lit per cent, re ported themselves so far free from such annoyances, but wth a history of sensitivity among other members of the family. “Although the health service fig ures show a prevalence of sensltlza i tlon diseases exceeding all previous | estimates, they are well attested j and emphasize the need of more at | tention to these conditions.” I HAI’I'Y and prosperous New Year 1" All day the words had been flung at Hob Oaiueron; everywhere he went they echoed in his ears. He wanted to shut them out, to forget that a New Year was be ginning. Hast night. In summing up the old year, he had come to the conclu sion thnt he wns an utter failure, thnt he might ns well discard the Idea of becoming a writer. Kvery story thnt he had sent out had come back. It was true thnt a few editors had encouraged him—one of the best known In the country had told him to keep on. thnt he had a fine literary style. But none of them had kept his offerings. Boh felt that the wisest thing he could do was to chuck the whole thing at. the beginning of the New Year. Yet down In his heart he knew that writing wns a part of him; that It would be an almost Im possible task to keep away from the untidy desk hack In his den. But he would have to do It. a man couldn’t hold a girl to a promise, with nothing to offer her but fail ure. Bob knew thnt Dorothy Trent was bnck of his resolution to quit the writing gnme. He loved Dor othy nnd she loved him They hnd been engaged since ihelr senior year at Northwestern. It was time thnt he should say something about marriage; It wns not fair to hold her ns he wns doing. He would have to get a position thnt would ennble him to keep a girl like Dor I ' m pi'mr “It will Be Glorious to Help You Work Out Your Career.” othy; he couldn’t ask her to exist on the meager pittance he was get ting from the Pryor company. He had taken the Job simply because It gave him so much time for writ ing, caring nothing at the time for the small salary and the lack of op portunity that It held. The unhappiness brought by his resolve showed plainly In the weary droop of Hob’s shoulders and the tired lines on his boyish face. He found It hard to Join In the small talk and fun of the New Year's par ty that was going on. If Dorothy hadn't been so Insistent upon bis coming, he would have remained away, for he was In no mood for frivolity. And now, an even deeper bitterness had crept Into his heart, as he watched the crowd pay trib ute to Everett Elstun, the literary lion of Uaymondvllle. He wondered how Dorothy had got Elstun to her party; he was a hit of a recluse und seldom mingled with the crowd. He was surprised as he saw him walking across the room, with an eager look upon his face. “How are you coming with your writing?” he asked. Hob gave a mirthless laugh. 'T've just decided that as a writer I’m a pretty good hod-carrier. The fact of the matter Is, Mr. Elstun, I've made a New Year’s resolution to quit." “Hiving up In a hurry?" Elstun said, a trifle sharply. “I’ve been trying for almost two years," Bob answered. “And you think a few hours every now and then for two years should hove brought you success? Listen, boy. I was writing full time for more than three years before I got a hint that I wasn’t wasting Ink." In a moment Boh was confessing his real reason for quitting. Elstun listened quietly, then he spoke. “L too. had that problem." he said. “There was a girl; I felt sure she wouldn’t be satisfied with what 1 had to offer. Fortunately. I found out In time she wanted to share my struggles. Maybe the girl you love feels the same way.” Hob found that Elstun was right. Dorothy was aghast at the thought of Ills giving up the work he loved, or doubting that she would want to share his poverty. "It will be glorious in help you work out your career." slip assured him. So a new resolution was made that called for success Instead of failure. The New Year was going to bring Bob the acceptance that he craved. <3. Weniein Newspaper Union. Dinner Cocktail An oyster cocktail Is a nice start for the holiday dinner, not so fill ing as the more usual soup. CHARMING QUILT IS “SUN BONNET" By GRANDMOTHER CLARK Many mothers and grandmother! would get busy and make the “Sun Bonnet” quilt for a home darling If. they could see Just how cunning It looks when finished. One of the six poses of the baby is shown here. The 18 inch blocks are stamped on white material. 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