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(Famous Winter Resort)
OPEN JANVAKT TO MAT
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The
GARDEN
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SYNOPSIS
Philo Vance, famou* detective, and John
P. X. Markham, district attorney for New
York county are dining In Vance'a apart
ment when Vance receives an anonymous
telephone message Informing him of a "dis
turbing psychological tension at Professor
Ephriam Garden’s apartment" advising
that he read up on radio-active sodium,
consult a passage in the Aeneid and coun
seling that "Equanimity la essential." Pro
fessor Garden ia famous In chemical re
search. The message, decoded by Vance,
reminds him that .Professor Garden's son
Floyd and his puny cousin, Woode Swift,
are addicted to horse-racing. Vance says
that ‘‘Equanimity" Is a horse running next
day In the Rivermont handicap. Vance is
convinced that the message was sent by Dr.
Slefert, the Gardens' family physician. He
arranges to have lunch next day at the
Gardens' penthouse. Vance is greeted by
Floyd Garden and meets Lowe Hammle, an
elderly follower of horse racing. Floyd ex
presses concern over Swift's queer actions.
Mrs. Garden, supposedly ill, comes down
stairs and places at $100 bet on a horse.
Gathered around an elaborate loud speaker
service, listening to the racing are Cecil
Kroon. Madge Weatherby and Zalia Graem,
who bet varying amounts on the race.
There la tension under the surface gaiety.
Zalia and Swift are not on speaking terms.
Kroon leaves to keep an appointment be
fore the race starts. Mias Bee ton, a nurse,
and Vance bet on "Azure Star." Swift reck
lessly beta $10,000 on "Equanimity" and
goes to the roof garden to hear the results.
Floyd follows Swift, remaining away sev
eral minutes. Kroon leaves to ksep an ap
pointment before the race starts. Zalia an
swers a telephone call In the den. A short
time after the announcement that "Azure
Star" wins, the guests bear a shot.
Vance finds Swift dead, shot through the
head with a revolver nearby. Ha says
Swift has been murdered. After calling
the police, be finds the door of a vault ajar.
police will be a relief, after this
amateur hocus pocut.”
When Kroon had disappeared into
the drawing room, Vance went im
mediately to the front door, opened
it quietly and, walking down the
narrow public corridor, pressed the
elevator button. A few momenta
later the sliding door opened and a
dark, thin, intelligent-looking boy of
perhaps twenty-two, in a light-blue
uniform, looked out enquiringly.
“Going down?” he said respect
fully.
“I’m not going down,” Vance re
plied. “I merely wanted to ask you
a question or two. I'm more or
less connected with the district at
torney’s office.”
“I know you, Mr. Vance.” The
boy nodded alertly.
“A little matter has come up this
afternoon/’ Vance said, “and I J
think you may be able to help me
replied. “You may be as mysteri
ous as you wish.”
Garden rebuked her peevishly.
“Never mind the hauteur, Zalia."
Then he turned to Vance. “Why
didn’t you ring the buzzer for me?
I would have come up. I purpose
ly stayed here in the den because I
thought you might be Wanting me."
“I did ring, don’t y’ know/’ Vance
told him.
“Twice, in fact. But as you didn’t
come up, I came down.
There was no signal here,” Gar
den assured him. “And I’ve been
right here ever since* I came down
stairs.”
“I can vouch for that,” put in
Miss Graem.
“I’m dashed grateful for the cor
roboration,” Vance murmured.
“Are you sure ypu pressed the
button?” Garden asked Vanpe. “It's
Here's New Way to
Initial Your Linensl
“I’ll tell you anything I know,”
agreed the boy.
damned funny. That system hasn’t
failed in six years. Wait a minute
CHAPTER IV—Continued
“Not” Kroon tucked in his breath
With a whistling sound, and his eyes
slowly contracted. “So he shot him
self, did he?”
Vance’s eyebrows went up slight
ly.
“That’s the general impression, 1
he returned blandly. “You’re not
psychic—are you? I didn’t mention
how Swift died, but the fact is, he
did die by a revolver shot. Super
ficially, I admit, it looks like sui
cide.” Vance smiled coldly. "Your
reaction ia most interestin'. Why,
for instance did you assume that
he shot himself, instead of—let us
say—jumping off tha roof?”
Kroon set his mouth in a straight
line, and a look of anger came into
his narrowed eyes. He fumbled in
his pocket for a cigarette, and fi
nally stammered:
“I don’t know—exactly ... ex
cept that—most people shoot them
selves nowadays.”
“Oh, quite.” Vance’s lips were
still set in a stern smile. “Not an
uncommon way of assisting oneself
out of this troublous world. But,
really y’know, I didn’t mention sui
cide at all. Why do you take it for
granted that his death was self-
inflicted?”
Kroon became aggressive. “He
was healthy enough when I left
here. No one’s going to blow a
man’s brains out in public like this.”
“Blow his brains out?” Vance re
peated. “How do you know he
wasn’t shot through the heart?”
Kroon was now obviously flus
tered.
“I—I merely assumed—”
Vance interrupted the man’s em
barrassment.
“However,” he said, without re
laxing his calculating scrutiny,
“your academic conclusions regard
ing a more or less public murder
are not without some logic. But
the fact remains, some one did actu
ally shoot Swift through the head—
and practically in public. I could
bear to know just where you’ve been
and just when you returned to the
apartment house here.”
Kroon’s gaze wandered.
“I believe I remarked before I
went out,” he said, with an attempt
at serenity, “that I was going to a
relative’s to sign some silly legal
documents—”
“And may I have the name and
address of your relative—an aunt,
I believe you said?” Vance re
quested pleasantly. “I’m in charge
of the situation here until the offi
cials arrive.”
Kroon took the cigarette from his
mouth with a forced air of non
chalance and drew himself up
haughtily.
“I cannot see,” he replied stiff
ly, “that that information concerns
any one but myself.”
“Neither can I,” admitted Vance
cheerfully. “I was merely hopin’
for frankness. But I can assure
you, in view of what has happened
here this afternoon, that the police
will want to know exactly when you
returned from your mysterious sign
ing of documents. And now I must
ask you to join the others in the
drawing-room, and to wait there un
til the police arrive. I trust you
have no objections.”
“None whatever, I assure you,”
Kroon returned with a display of
omical amusement “The regular
“Excellent! Do you know a Mr.
Kroon who visits the Garden apart
ment?—The gentleman is blond and
has a mustache.”
“Sure, I know’him,” the toy re
turned promptly. “He comes up
here nearly every afternoon. I
brought him up today.”
“About what time was that?”
. “Two or three o’clock, I guess.”
The boy frowned. “Isn’t he in
there?” • i
~ Vance answered the question by
asking another.
“Have you been on the car all
afternoon?”
“Sure I have—since noon. I don’t
get relieved till seven o’clock.”
“And you haven’t seen Mr. Kroon
since you brought him up here early
this afternoon?”
The boy shook his head. “No,
sir; I haven’t.”
“Many thanks,” he said. “That’s
all I wanted to know.”
The boy pocketed the money and
released the door as wa turned
back to the apartment.
When we re-entered the front hall,
the nurse was standing in the door
way of the bedroom at the right of
the entrance. There was a worried,
inquisitive look in her eyes.
Vance closed the door softly and
was about to start up the hall, but
he hesitated and turned toward the
girl- i._
“You look troubled, Miss Beeton,’
he said kindly. “But, after all, you
should be accustomed to death.”
“I am accustomed to it,” she an
swered in a low voice. “But this is
so different.* It came so suddenly
—without any warning ... Al
though,” she added, “Mr. Swift al
ways impressed me as, more or
less the suicidal type.”
Vance looked at the nurse ap
praisingly. “Your impression may
K rt
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“1 Say, Stop This Nonsense,” He
Admonished Her Sternly.
havM^been correct,” he said. “But
it happens that Swift did not com
mit suicide.”
The nurse’s eyes opened wide. Her
face paled perceptibly.
“You mean someone shot him?”
Her words were barely audible.
“But who—who ?”
“We don’t know.” Vance’s voice
was matter-of-fact. “But we must
And that out . . Would you like
to help me, Miss Beeton?”
She drew herself up; her fea
tures relaxed; and she was once
more the unperturbed and efficient
nurse.
“I’d be very glad to.”
“Then I would like you to stand
guard, as it were,” he said, with a
faint friendly smile. “I want to
talk to Mr. Garden, and I don’t
want anyone to go upstairs. Would
you mind taking your post in this
chair and notifying me immediately
if anyone should attempt to go up?”
“That’s so little to ask,” the girl
replied, as she seated herself in a
chair at the foot of the stairs.
Vance thanked her and proceeded
to the den. Inside Garden and Zalia
Graem were sitting close together
on a tapestry davenport and talking
in low, confidential tones. An in
distinct murmur of voices from be
yond the archway indicated that the
other members of the group were in
the drawing-room.
“I’ve called the district attorney,
and he has notified the police. They
should be here any minute now. In
the meantime, I’d like to see you
alone.” He turned his head to Miss
Graem and added: “I hope you
won’t mind.”
The girl stood up and arched her
eyebrows.
“Pray, don’t consider me,” si*
Go^ig to the door he called
“Go upstairs to the study, Sneed,”
Garden ordered, “and push the
buzzer button.”
“The buzzer is out of order, sir,"
the butler told him imperturbably.
’I’ve already notified the telephone
company.”
“When did you know about it?”
Garden demanded angrily.
The nurse, who had heard the con
versation, left her chair and came
to the doorway.
“I discovered this afternoon that
the buzzer wasn’t working,” she
explained; “so I told Sneed about it
and suggested that he notify the
telephone company.”
“Oh, I see. Thank you. Miss Bet-
ton.” Garden turned back to Vance.
“Shall we go upstairs now?”
Miss Graem, who had been look
ing on with a cynical and somewhat
amused expression, started from
the room. '
“Why go upstairs?” she asked.
*T11 fade into the drawing room,
and you can talk to your heart’a
content right here.”
Vance studied the girl for ; a few
seconds, and then bowed slightly.
“Thank you,” he said. “That will
be much better.” He stood aside
as she strolled leisurely into the hall
and closed the door after her.
Vance dropped his cigarette into
a small ash tray on the tabouret
before the davenport and, moving
swiftly to the door, reopened it.
From where I stood in the den, I
could see that Miss Graem, instead
of going toward the drawing room,
was walking rapidly in the opposite
direction.
“Just a moment, Miss Graem t”
Vance’s voice waa peremptory.
“Please wait in the drawing-room.
No one is to go upstairs just now.*
She swung about. “And why not?’
Her face was flushed with anger,
and her jaw protruded with defi
ance. “I have a right to go up,”
she proclaimed spiritedly.
Vance said nothing but shook his
head in negation, his eyes holding
hers.
She returned his look, but could
not resist the power of his scrutiny.
Slowly she came back toward him.
A sudden change seemed to have
come over her. Her eyes dimmed,
and tears sprang into them.
“But you don’t understand,” she
protested, in a broken voice. “I’m
to blame for this tragedy—it wasn’t
the race. If it hadn’t been for me
Woody would be alive now. I—I
feel terrible about it. And I wanted
to go upstairs—to see him.”
Vance put his hand on the girl’s
shoulder.
“Really,” he said softly, “there’s
nothing to indicate that you’re to
blame.”
Zalia Graem looked up et Vance
searchingly.
“Then what Floyd has oeen try-
ir.fi to tell me is true—that Woody
didn’t shoot himself?”
“Quite true,” said Vance.
The girl drew a deep breath, and
her lips trembled. She took a quick
impulsive step toward Vance, and
resting her head against his arm,
burst into tears.
Vance placed his hands on her
arms and held her away from him.
“I say, stop this nonsense,” he
admonished her sternly. “And don’t
try to be so deuced clever. Rua
along to the drawing room.’
Soon Mrs Garden came through
the archway with a look of resent
ful determination, and strode ag
gressively down the hall.
“Zalia has just told me,” she
sad angrily, “that you forbade her
to go upstairs. It’s an outrage 1 But
surely I may go up. This is my
house, remember. v You have no
right whatever to prevent me from
spending these last minutes with
my nephew.”
Vance turned to confront her.
There was a pained look on his
face, but his eyes were cold and
stern.
“I have every right, madam,” ha
said. “The situation is a most seri
ous one, and if you will not accept
that fact, it will be necess’ry for
me to assume sufficient authority to
compel you to do so.”
The woman raised her eyebrows,
shrugged her shoulders, and, turn
ing indifferently, went back up tha
haU.
“Frightfully sorry, Vance,” apol
ogized Garden.
“The mater is a dowager. Not ac
customed to taking orders. And she
resents it. She’d probably have
spent the day in bed, if Doc Siefert
hadn’t firmly told her not to get up.’"
“That’s quite all right.” Vanca
spoke indifferently. Then he came
quickly to the den door. “Let’s
have our little chat—eh, what?” Ha
stood aside for Garden to enter tha
room, then ha followed and closed
the door.
(TO BE CONTINUED/
Sneed."
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