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Markham, district attorney for New York county art dining In Vance’s apart- ment when Vance receives an anonymous telephone meitsage Informing him of a “dis turbing psychological tension at Professor Ephrlam Garden's apartment" advising that he read up on radio-active sodium, consult a passage In the Aeneld and coun seling that "Equanimity Is essential." Pro fessor Garden is 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 Rlvermont handicap. Vance is by S. S. VAN DINE Copyright S. g. Vsa Dias WNU Service ‘It may be Just as well that your father doesn’t learn of the tragedy till later.” He smoked for a moment. ‘‘But to get back to the revolver: where was it usually kept?” “In the center drawer of the desk upstairs,” Garden told him prompt ly. “And was the fact generally „ known to the other members of the convinced that the message was sent by Dr.- -household, OT to Swift hlmself?” of the head, strode toward tht archway. The nurse, obviously embar rassed, turned to resume her post, but Vance stopped her. “Were you upstairs. Miss Bee ton?” he asked in a kindly tone. She was standing very erect, hei face slightly flushed. She lookec Vance frankly and firmly in th< eye and slowly shook her head. “I haven’t left my post, Mr. Vance,” she said quietly. “I un derstand my duty.” Experiences of . Life— Their Significant Interest and Some Ways to Meet Them T HE journey through life is filled with experiences from the time we are born to the day we die. Without them life would be dull and uninteresting. The more experiences are crowded in to our lives the fuller and more interesting they become When we are in the midst of Slefert, the Gardens’ family physician. He arranges to "have lunch next day at the Gardena' 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 a |100 bet on * 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 tha race. There is tension under the surface gaiety. Zalia and Swift are not on speaking terms. Kroon leaves to keep 'an appointment be fore the rage starts. Miss Beeton, a nurse, and Vance bet oq "Azure Star.” Swift reck lessly bets $10,000 on "Equanimity" and goes to the roof garden to hear the results. Floyd follows Swift, remaining away from the group several minutes. Zalia goes to the den to answer a telephone call. Soon after the announcement that "Azure Star” wins, the guests hear a shot. Vanca finds Swift dead, shot through the head with a revolver nearby. He says Swift has been murdered. After calling the police, he finds the door of a vault ajar. Kroon returns and la sharply questioned by Vance, who finds he had not left the build ing. Vance orders Miss Beeton to guard the stairway and prevent Mrs. Carden and Zalia from viewing Swift’s body. CHAPTER IV—Continued —7— “Gafden,” he began, “there are a few things that I’d like to have Cleared up before the district at torney and the police arrive.” He turned about leisurely and sat down at the desk, facing Garden. “Anything I can do to help,” Gar den mumbled, lighting his pipe. “A few necess’ry questions, don’t y' know,” Vance went on. "Hope they won’t upset you, and all that. But the fact is, Mr. Markham will probably want me to take a hand in the investigations, since I was a witness to the preamble of this dis- tressin’ tragedy.” “I hope he does,” Garden re turned. “It’s a damnable affair, and I’d like to see the axe fall, no matter whom it might beheau.” His pipe was giving him trouble. “By the way, Vance,” he went on quiet ly, “how did you happen to come here today? I’ve asked you so often to join our racing seance—and you pick the one day when the roof blows off the place.” Vance kept his eyes on Garden for a moment. * “The fact is,” he said at length, “I got an anonymous telephone mes sage last night, vaguely outlining the situation here and mentioning Equanimity.” * Garden jerked himself up to keen er attention. “The devil you fay!” he ex claimed. “That’s a queer one. Man or woman?” “Oh, it was a man,” Vance ro- plied casually. Garden pursed his lips and, after a moment's meditation, said quiet ly: “Well, anyway, I’m damned glad you did come . . . What can 1 tell you that might be of help? Any thing you want, old man.” “First of all, then,” asked Vance, “did you recognize the revolver? I saw you looking at it rather appre hensively when we came out on the roof.” Garden frowned, and Anally an swered, as if with sudden resolu tion: “Yes! I did recognize it, Vance. It belongs to the old gentleman—” “Your father?” Garden nodded grimly. “He’s had it for years. Why he ever got it in the first place, I don’t know—he probably hasn’t the slightest idea how to use it . . .” “By the by,” Vance put in, “what time does your father generally re turn home from the university?” “Why—why—” Garden hesitated and then continued: “on Saturdays he’s always here early in the after noon—rarely after three. Gives himself and his staff a half-holiday . . . But,” he added, “father’s very erratic ...” His voice trailed off nervously. Vance took two deep inhalations on his cigarette: he was watching Garden attentively. Then he asked in a soft tone: “What’s on your mind?—Unless, of course, you have good reason for not wanting to tell me.” Garden took a long breath and stood up. He seemed to be deeply troubled as he walked across the room and back. “The truth is, Vance,” he said, as he resumed his place on the dav enport, “I don’t even know where the pater is this afternoon. As soon as I came downstairs after Woody’s death, I called him to give him the news. I thought he’d want to get here as soon as possible in the cir cumstances. But I was told that he'd locked up the laboratory and left the university about two o’clock.” CHAPTER V I could not understand the man’s perturbation; and I could see that it puzzled Vance as well. Vanca en deavored to put him at his ease. “It rosily doesn’t matter,” ha . aaid, as if diamtoting tha subjact. Garden nodded.; “Oh, yes. There was no secret about ,it. We .often joked with the old gentleman about his ‘arsenal.’ ” # “And the revolver was always loaded?” “So far as I know, yes.” “And was there an extra supply of cartridges?” “As to that, I cannot say," Gar den answered: “but I don’t think so.” “And here’s a very important question, Garden,” Vance went on. “How many of the people that are here today could possibly have known that your father kept this loaded revolver in his desk? Now, think rarefully before answering.” 1 Garden meditated for several mo ments. He looked off into space and puffed steadily on his pipe. “I am trying to remember,” he said reminiscently, “just who was here the day Zalia came upon the gun—” "What day was that?” Vance cut in sharply. “It was about three months ago," Garden explained. “You see, we used to have the telephone set-up connected upstairs in the study. But some of the western races came in so late that it began to interfere with the old gentleman’s routine when he came home from the uni versity. So we moved the parapher nalia down into the drawing room. As a matter of fact, it was more convenient; and the mater didn’t object—in fact, she rather enjoyed it—” “But what happened on this par ticular day?” insisted Vance. “Well, we were all upstairs in the study, going through the whole silly racing rigmarole that you witnessed this afternoon, when Zalia Graem, who always sat at the old gentle- man’a desk, began opening the drawers, looking for a piece of scratch paper on which to figure the mutuels. She Anally opened the center drawer and saw the revolv er. She brought it out with a flour ish and, laughing like a silly school girl, pointed it around the room. I reprimanded her—rather rudely. I’m afraid—and ordered her to put the revolver back in its place, as it was loaded—and just then a race came over the amplifier, and the episode was ended.” “Most interestin’,” murmured Vance. “And can you recall how many of those present today were likewise present at Miss Graem's little entr’acte?” “I rather think they were all there, if my memory is correct.” Vance sighed. “A bit futile—eh, what? No pos sible elimination along that line.” Garden looked up, startled. “Elimination? I don’t understand. We were all downstairs here this afternoon except Kroon — and he was out—when the shot was flred.” At this moment there was a slight commotion in the hallway. It sound ed as if a scuffle of some kind was in process, and a shrill, protesting voice mingled with the calm but determined tones of the nurse. Vance went immediately to the door and threw it open. There, just out side the den door, only a short dis tance from the stairway, were Miss Weatherby and Miss Beeton. The nurse had a firm hold on the other woman and was calmly arguing with her. As Vance stepped toward them, Miss Weatherby turned to face him and drew herself up arro gantly. “What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded. “Must I be mauled by a menial because I wish to go upstairs?” “Miss Beeton has orders that no one is to go upstairs,” Vance said sternly. “And I was unaware that she is a menial.” “But why can’t I go upstairs?” the woman asked with dramatic em phasis. "I want to see poor Woody. Death is so beautiful; and I was very fond of Woody. By whose orders,- pray, am I being denied this last communion with the de parted?” “By my orders,” Vance told her coldy. “Furthermore, this particu lar death is far from beautiful, I assure you. And the police will be here any minute. Until then no one will be permitted to disturb any thing upstairs.” “Then why,” she demanded with histrionic indignation, “was this— this woman”—she glanced with ex aggerated contempt at the nurse— “coming down the stairs herself when I came into the hall?” Vance made no attempt to hide a smile of amusement. “I’m aqre ,1 don’t know. I may ask her later. But she happens to be under instructions from me to let no one go upstairs. Will you bo so good, Miss Weatherby,” he add ed, almost harshly, “as to return to tha drawing room and remain there until the officials arrivo?” The woman glared superciliously at the nurse, and then, with a teas moment, and then bowed his head slightly. “Thank you, Miss Beeton,” hr ger or"when they are of momen tous proportions with matters at stake that may be disastrous. ences come through our way of taking them, and on our wisdom of decisions when these require our consideration. If we think of ourselves only we become selfish, hard, and difficult. If we decide with a larger vision of results, and of the best good to others as well as to ourselves, we become fine id strong characters. By the ex ercise of good judgment and by making the best of things we learn to develop well by experi- said. He came back into the den, and closing the door* addressed Garder again. “Now that we have disposed tem porarily of the theatrical queen,” —he smiled somberly—“suppose we continue with our little chat.” Garden chuckled mildly and be gan repacking his pipe. “Queer girl, Madge; always act ing like a tragedienne—but I don’t think she’s ever really been on the stage.” “You heard her tell me she was particularly fond of Swift,” re marked Vance. “Just what did she mean by that?” Garden shrugged. “Nothing at all, if you ask me. She didn’t know that Woody was on earth, so to speak. But dead, Woody becomes a dramatic possibility.” “Yes, yes — quite,” murmured Vance. “Which reminds me: what was the tiff between Swift and Miss Graem about? I noticed your little peace-maker advances this after noon.”’ Garden became serious. “I haven’t been able to figure that situation out myself. Woody was pretty deep in the new-mown hay as far as Zalia went. Hovered round her all the time, and took all her good • natured bantering without a murmur. Then, sudden ly, the embryonic love affair—or whatever it was—went sour. Ob viously something had happened, but I never got the straight of it It may have been a new flame on Woody’s part—I rather imagine it was something of the kind. As for Zalia. she was never serious about it anyway. And I have an idea that Woody wanted that extra twen ty thousand today for some reason connected with Zalia ...” Garden stopped speaking abruptly and slapped his thigh. “By Georgel 1 wouldn't be surprised if that hard bitten little gambler had turned Woody down because he was com paratively hard up. You can’t tell about these girls today. They're as practical as the devil himself.” Vance nodded thoughtfully. “Your observations rather fit with the remarks she made to me a little while ago. She, too, wanted to go upstairs to see Swift. Gave as her excuse the fact that she felt she was to blame for the whole sordid business.” Garden grinned. "Well, there you are.” Then he remarked judicially: “But you can never tell about women.” “I wonder.” Vance smoked In si lence for a moment. Then he went on: "There’s another matter in con nection vrith Swift which you might be able to clear up for me. Could you suggest any reason why, when I placed the bet on Azure Star for Miza Beeton this afternoon. Swift should have looked at me as if he would enjoy murdering me?” “I saw that too,” Garden nodded. "I can’t say it meant anything much. Woody was always a weak sister where any woman was con cerned. It took little to make him think he’d fallen in love. He may have become infatuated with the nurse—he’d been seeing her around here for the past few months. And now that you mention it, he's been somewhat poisonous toward me on several occasions because she was more or less friendly with me and ignored him entirely. But I’ll say this for Woody: if he did have ideas about Miss Beeton, his taste is im proving. She’s an unusual girl— different ...” Vance nodded his head slowly and gazed with peculiar concentra tion out the window. “Yes,” he murmured. “Quite dif ferent.” Then, as if bringing him self back from some alien train of thought, he crushed out his ciga rette and leaned forward. “How ever, we’ll drop speculation for the moment . . . Suppose you tell me something about the vault upstairs.” Garden glanced up in evident sur prise. “There’s nothing to tell about that old catch-all. It’s neither mysteri ous nor formidable. And it’s really not a vault at all. Several years ago the pater found that he had ac cumulated a lot of private papers and experimental data that he didn’t want casual callers messing in. So he had this fire-proof storeroom built to house these scientific treasures cf his. The vault, as you call it, was built as much for mere privacy as for actual safe-keeping. It’s just a very small room with shelves ground the walls.” y “Has everyone in the house ac cess to it?” asked Vance. “Anyone so inclined,” replied Garden. “But who in the name of Heaven, would want to go in there?” “Really, y* know, I haven't the groggiest notion,” Vanca returned, “except that I found the door to it unlatched when I was coming downstairs a little while ago.” (TO BK CONTINUED) should things turn out differently from our wishes, the mind is too excited or too much engrossed with results to grqsp inything but' the immediate moment. Reviewing Experiences. However, on looking back over the past, we discover what thrill ing times we went through, and how the experiences stand out as dramatic and of significant inter est. Often we find ludicrous fea tures entered into the experience but we had no eyes to see them at the time. No Age Limit. Since life is so full of experi ences some of which turn out fe licitously, and others not so sat isfactorily, there must be a good reason for our having to go through the events. I remember when I was a little girl and there was something which, to me, seemed very important to decide rightly, how I envied grown-ups. They always knew just what to do! The fallacy of this assump tion we all know, but we do not all appreciate how dull life would be if it were true, and how de velopment would be retarded. There is no age limit to the series of experiences. The benefits of our life experi- ences. G Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. 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