The Lampasas Leader (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 47, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, May 17, 1935 Page: 3 of 6
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Kennel
Murder Case
By S. S. VAN DINE
Copyright—WNU Service
SYNOPSIS
HMD
Philo Vance, crime expert, investi-
gates the supposed suicide of Archer
Coe. With District Attorney Mark-
ham, he goes 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 seated, a revolver in his right hand
and a bullet hole in his temple. He
is clothed in a dressing gown, but
wears street shoes. Markham thinks
it is suicide. Vance says it is mur-
der. Medical Examiner Doremus de-
clares Coe had been dead for hours
when the bullet entered his head. A
wound, made by a dagger, is found
on the body, and there is proof that
Coe was fully dressed when he was
stabbed. The investigators find a
wounded Scottish terrier in a room
of the Coe house. Vance declares the
animal will prove an important con-
necting link. Brisbane Coe, Archer’s
brother, is believed to have left for
Chicago the previous afternoon, but
his dead body is discovered in a closet
in the Coe home. Vance interrogates
the Chinese cook, Liang. Brisbane
died from a stab in the back, as in
Archer’s case. Vance, searching Bris-
bane’s coat, finds waxed thread at-
tached to a bent pin, and a darning
needle.
Il
§
CHAPTER VI—Continued
—9—
“I suspected from Wrede’s manner
that he had found his Latin rival
with the young woman. There was
probably a most painful conge. It’s
very sad. He doesn’t like Grassi—he
doesn’t at all like him. But I doubt
if he really suspects him of killing
Archer—though I’m sure Wrede
doesn’t put it beyond him—”
“Then why the insinuations?”
“More subtlety, Markham. Wrede
thinks that, if we turn our attention
to Grassi, we will push past the straw
man, so to speak, and find somebody
else.”
“Whom, in the name of heaven?”
“Miss Lake, of course. Wrede has
become vindictive and bitter. My
asking him about Miss Lake as a
'possible suspect put ideas in his head
—he knows of the acute antagonism
■that has always existed between her
and Archer. Therefore, when he was
humiliated a moment ago in front of
Grassi, he turned her over to us, as
it were, with Grassi as a smoke
screen.”
Grassi entered the library.
“I understand, sir,” Vance address-
ed him, “that Mr. Archer Coe had
consented to sell you certain items
from his collection.”
“Yes,” the Italian replied; “that is
|-true. I informed Mr. Wrede of the
■ fact a moment ago. My reason for
so doing was that Mr. Wrede prac-
tically ordered me out of the house—
Ion the strength of his engagement
$ to Miss Lake, I presume—and I in-
, /formed him that my business here
: Iwas not completed inasmuch as a
considerable part of Mr. Coe s collec-
_ tion belonged technically to me. It
was necessary for me to remain to
arrange for packing and shipment.
“And what did Miss Lake say?”
| The Italian seemed loath to an-
, swer, but at length he said:
“Miss Lake broke off her engage-
ment with Mr. Wrede. And then she
asked him to leave the house and
remain away.”
_| “I say, Mr. Grassi”—Vance spoke
suddenly—“do you think that Miss
Lake killed her uncle?”
The Italian stared at Vance.
“I—I—really, sir, I—”
amiij “Thanks awfully for the effort,”
gjf Vance remarked. “I can quite under-
stand your feelings. But I should like
fo know why you didn’t tell us be-
fore of Mr. Coe’s agreement to dis-
pose of some of his collection to you.
Was the agreement written or ver-
bal?”
“Written.” The man reached in
pocket and handed Vance a folded
japer. “At my request Mr. Coe wrote
jhat letter to me yesterday,” he ex-
plained. “1 wished to cable the news
to Milan.”
K Vance unfolded the letter and read
it, with Markham, Heath and me
looking over his shoulder:
“Signor Eduardo Grassi,
fi ‘'Dear Sir,
In confirmation of our recent con-
versation, I hereby agree to sell to
., as a representative of the Mu-
at the head of the document was
October 10.
Vance put the letter in his pocket.
“We shall keep this for the pres-
ent,” he told Gi'assi. “It will be per-
fectly safe, and it will be returned
to you anon. The authorities may
wish to refer to it.”
Grassi bowed in polite acquies-
cence.
“And, now,” Vance concluded, “I
shall again ask you to wait in your
own quarters until we send for you.”
Grassi went out, with obvious re-
lief.
“Sergeant,” Vance said, “could you
get me a sheet of that note paper on
Archer Coe’s desk ? And his foun-
tain pen?”
The sei'geant went upstairs and re-
turned shortly with the paper and
the pen.
After an inspection Vance said:
“It is certainly Coe’s note paper;
and Archer’s pen wrote the letter.
. . . Most significant.”
He returned Grassi’s letter to his
pocket, and went otward the front
door.
“Cheer up, old dear,” he exhorted
Markham. “It’s not nearly so black
as it seems. The clouds are beginn-
ing’ to disperse. We have all the. data
now and it’s simply a matter of ar-
ranging them and interpreting them
correctly.”
“I wish I could feel so optimistic,”
grumbled Markham, following Vance
into the vestibule.
Vance halted and, turning, regard-
ed the perplexed Heath.
“Oh, by the by, Sergeant,” he said;
“one or two little favors—there’s a
good fellow. Will you check up at
once on the—shall I say alibis?—of
Miss Lake and Signor Grassi?”
“That’s easy,” snooted Heath. “Two
good men can do that in a few hours.”
“And,” added Vance, “you might
give this house another search. I’m
dashed interested in a blunt instru-
ment that might have been used for
striking Archer and the wee Scottie.
I noticed that in the fire set in the
living room everything was intact in
the rack but the poker.”
Heath nodded. “I get you, sir. If
there’s a poker in this house, I’ll lay
hands on it.”
“Stout fella!” Vance continued to-
ward the door.
“And speaking of dogs, sir,” Heath
added, “that guy *Vrede told me he
was very fond of the animals. Own-
ed one before he moved.”
“Ah!” Vance paused. “Did he
mention the breed?”
“It was a Doberman Pincher,”
Markham informed him.
“Now, that’s dueced interestin’, y’
know,” Vance murmured. “Be so
good, Sergeant, as to have the bolt
on Archer’s door fixed while we’re
lunching. I’U want it in perfect work-
ing order when I retuim.”
The sergeant grinned broadly.
“So that’s on your mind, it is? ...
Sure, I’ll have it fixed.”
We walked through the invigorat-
ing autumn air to a small French
restaurant in West Seventy-second
street near the Drive. Vance talked
at length of dogs in general and of
Scottish terriers in particular. Fin-
ally he smiled waggishly at Mark-
ham.
“I know I’m boring you. But you’ve
been thinking much too strenuously
all the forenoon. Your brain needs a
little relaxation—and what could be
more soporific than my cackle about
dogs? . . . And while I’m, on the sub-
ject, I want to tell you, Markham,
that the little wounded Scottie Gam-
ble discovered behind the library por-
tieres is a beautiful specimen of what
a Scottie should be. Poor little devil.
She certainly didn’t deserve that
wound, and1 I hope she’ll have her re-
venge by helping us find the mur-
derer. I think I’ll phone and see how
she’s getting along.”
He went out and returned shortly
to the table. He looked more cheerful.
“The doctor says she’s not as bad-
ly hurt as he thought at first. She’s
eating. No fever. Be pretty normal
by tomorrow.”
He took another sip of wine.
“And that means that I’ll be pretty
busy tomorrow. I’ll have to visit the
American Kennel club and perhaps
interview a few Scottie judges.”
“I can’t see the connection—”
Markham began.
“But there is a connection,” insist-
ed Vance. “It is no coincidence that
a wounded dog is in a strange hostile
house at the exact time of a mur-
der. And it’s reasonable to assume
that it was admitted to the house
by the murderer, either accidentally
or for a purpose. In either case it
will be a definite clue. The owner-
ship of the dog—and especially the
address of the owner—will give us
something pretty definite to work
from. The migrations of the dog last
night will throw much light on the
movements of the person who came
to the Coe house. From the dog’s
preserve we may argue several very
interestin’ and illuminatin’ possibili-
of Antiquities at Milan, the ties. First, that the dog did not al-
lowing pieces in my private coi-
tion. ...”
Then came a detailed list of lorty
for fifty items, including many of Ar-
cher Coe’s most famous and valuable ------ .
specimens of Chinese art. The date her behind the curtain beside the h-
rive before the murderer, because Ai
cher would have thrown her out—”
“But Archer might have been the
person who injured her.”
“If he had, he would not have left
bra -y door; he would have thrown
her down the front steps to the
street. . . .”
“But Brisbane?”
“Ah! If is had been Brisbane, then
the dog was already in the house, or
else she followed him in. If she was
in, the house and it was he who in-
jured her, he was killed at almost
the same instant; for if he had been
able to, he, like Archer, would have
put the dog outside. Therefore, in
case the dog was there and Bris-
bane injured her, then it follows that
the murderer didn’t see her there
with some definite purpose in mind.
As for the dog having followed Bris-
bane in, I think it highly unlikely.
Dogs do not sneak in front doors be-
tween strangers’ legs—”
“But she followed some one in, ob-
viously,” Markham argued, “—unless
of course, she was deliberately
brought there.”
“That is true,” Vance admitted,
“and that is a point that puzzles
me. She might have followed some
one—even a stranger—into the house,
provided he had left the door open;
but the murderer would scarcely have
left the front door open—in fact,- I
imagine he would have taken pains
to shut it securely. And the vicious
injury given the dog seems to indi-
cate that her presence in the house
was not deliberate—that, in fact, the
person who found her was surprised
and, perhaps, frightened. Being
afraid he would be seen if he turned
her out, he acted impulsively and
sought to kill her lest she should
start barking and attract attention.
My conclusion is that the dog’s pres-
ence was not discovered until after
the murder”
“Your reasoning is clear enough,”
Markham told him, “but I don’t see
in what way it is helpful to us.”
“It eliminates certain possibilities;
it narrows down certain movements
of the murderer; and it leads to a
specific interpretation of the two
crimes—the murder of Archer and
the murder of Brisbane.”
“Forgive me if I cannot follow your
esoteric ratiocinations.”
“Perpend, Markham.” Vance was
genially patient. “It is highly un-
likely—not to say impossible—that
the dog could have followed any one
in the front door without being seen.
If she had been deliberately admitted,
she would probably have not been in-
jured and left behind the poiTieres.
Therefore, in view of the various fac-
tors of the situation, I believe the
dog entered the house through an
open door. And as the murderer
would not have left the front door
open, we may, as a hypothesis, as-
sume that he entered by the real
door. And this would be in keeping
with the nature of the crime. Fur-
thermore, it is not at all unlikely
that he would have left both the gate
and the rear door open so that he
could make his escape without un-
necess’ry noise. In that case the dog
could easily have followed him in
through the open gate and door, with-
out, being seen or heard. And the
place where the dog was found just
outside the library door—was a logi-
cal spot, for the dog would have
come in through the kitchen and din-
ing room and into the library.”
Markham nodded slowly.
“Yes. All that is quite reasonable.
But, after all, anyone could have
come in the rear door.”
“Provided he knew the lie of the
land, was familiar with all the do-
mestic arrangements—and could have
obtained a key. Also, provided he
knew that all the servants would be
away that night.”
Vance looked up thoughtfully.
“Yes, Markham, already that little
Scottie has narrowed down our in-
vestigation. Unwittingly she has
pointed out several valuable clues to
us. She has helped us, no end. And I
have a feelin’ she’s going to tell us
a lot more.”
It was about half-past three when
we returned to the Coe house. The
sergeant was bustling about, giving
orders. . ff
“I’ve got something for you, sir.
He swaggered a little as he led us
into the library and pointed to the
large center table. “There’s the pok-
er—and it’s got blood on it.”
Vance went up to it and examined
it closely. He picked something from
between his thumb and forefinger,
and went to the window.
“Yes, there’s dried blood on it
and also a coarse brindle hair.” He
vurned and nodded. “It was this pok-
er, Markham, which wounded the
Scottie. And undoubtedly, too, Ar-
cher Coe was struck with this poker.
The shape of its blunt end coincides
perfectly with the wound on Arch-
er’s head.”
He frowned and looked at the vase
in which he had found the blood-
stains.
“And, Markham, that poker be-
longs in this room—in that rack be-
side the fireplace, just in front of
the place on this divan where Archer
Coe was sitting when Gamble went
out last night. More evidence that
something sinister and horrible pre-
ceded the crime upstairs. And it took
place in this room.”
“And,” argued Markham, dogged-
ly, “Archer Coe’s body was found up-
stairs, with his clothes changed, and
the lights on, and the door bolted'on
the inside.”
“Yeah,” supplemented Heath, “and
with a gun in his hand and a bullet
in his head.”
Vance nodded despondently.
“I know all that, Sergeant. That’s
the terrible and baffling thing about
the crime. The signposts of death
all indicate this library, yet death it-
self was elsewhere. And there’s no
clear raad leading between the two
places. By the by, Sergeant, where
did you find the poker?”
“That’s one on you, sir. You look-
ed at it this morning and didn’t see
it. I found the poker in that chest.”
“The teakwood chest beneath the
east windows? You found the poker
in that chest?”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell
you.”
Vance sat down and drew deeply
on his cigarette.
“Who has been in the bedroom, Ser-
geant, since we went to lunch?” he
asked presently.
“No one, sir!” Heath was em-
phatic. “Burke’s guarded it every
minute while you’ve been away. The
butler helped him fix the door, but
didn’t get three feet in the room.
And it was me, and no one else, that
searched the room.”
Markham came forward.
“What’s the idea, Vance? Why
should the sergeant’s finding the pok-
er upstairs bother you?”
Vance exhaled a long ribbon of
smoke, and looked directly at Mark-
ham.
“Because, old dear, that chest was
empty when I looked in it this morn-
ing!”
CHAPTER VII
The Scented Lipstick.
Vance’s declaration left us both
perturbed and mystified. Markham
was the first to speak.
“Are you certain, Vance? Maybe
you overlooked—”
“Oh, no.” Vance made a gesture
of finality. “It wasn’t there—oh,
quite. Some one put it there after
I examined the chest.”
“But who, in heaven’s name?”
“Come, come, Markham.” Vance
smiled grimly. “One doesn’t know, y’
know. But I’d say it was the same
person who tucked the dagger under
the cushion of the chair in which
Archer passed away.”
“The dagger?”
“Yes, yes—the dagger. That mys-
tery is at least cleared up—the poker
explained that incongruity. The dag-
ger didn’t belong in Archer’s boudoir.
Quite the contr’ry. Its presence there
confused me abominably. Both the
poker and the dagger belonged in the
library here. And they weren’t here,
d’ ye see—they were where they
shouldn’t have been, where they
couldn’t possibly have been. ... A
gap—a mishap—a bit of superficial
thinkin’ on some one’s part. Panic?
Yes, that’s what it was. Movin’
things from one place to another.
Silly idea. People always think that
by movin’ things they can confuse
an issue. More often they merely
clarify it.”
“I’m glad you see some clarity in
this damnable situation,” Markham
grumbled.
“Oh, but I’m not blinded by any
dazzlin’ illumination yet. I wonder.”
The sergeant projected himself
iraschly into the discussion.
“If some one did cache the dagger
and the poker upstairs, who’d have
had the opportunity? That’s what
I’d like to figure out.”
“Almost anyone might have done
it, Sergeant,” returned Vance lazily.
“Both Wrede and Grassi have passed
back and forth before the room while
we were downstairs.”
Heath thought a moment.
“That’s right. And then do you
remember how that Miss Lake rush-
ed to the chair when she first came
in the room and put her arm back
of the corpse? She coulda stuck the
dagger under the seat with all of us
looking at her. And that cagy butler,
he coulda done it.”
“And ^don’t overlook the China*-
man. Gamble sent him to fetch Miss
Lake’s breakfast tray while we were
all downstairs.”
Heath grasped at this remark.
“That’s the guy!” he declared.
“Just a minute, Sergeant!” Mark-
ham suppressed him with a gesture,
and turned to Vance. “If, as you
believe, the dagger and poker were
taken from this room and hidden in
Coe’s bedroom this morning, the in-
evitable conclusion is that the mur-
dered is one of the persons who have
been in the house this morning.”
“Not necessarily.” Vance shook his
head mildly. “There are several per-
sons here who know more than they ve
admitted. . . . No, no, it was a stupid
act. The murderer couldn’t have done
it. It was some one else—some one
who didn’t know all the facts. The
murderer was too clever to do a fool-
ish thing like that—to hide weapons
where they never could have been. . . .
The murderer wanted the weapons
found in this library. That’s why
he tried to hide the dagger twice—
once in the egg-shell Ting yao vase,
and the second time in that Yung
Cheng Ting yao. And he wanted the
poker to be found on the hearth—
with the bloodstains on it. He want-
ed the weapons in this room where
Archer Coe was sitting when Gamble
left the house last night. He figured
on this library being the murder
room. And then something went
wrong—the murder room shifted.
Something strange and diabolical
happened. The corpse, with a bullet
wound in his head and a revolver in
his hand, decided on the bedroom up-
stairs. And when the murderer came
back, it was too late to rearrange
the setting—”
“Came back? Too late?” repeat-
ed Markham., “What do you mean?”
“Just that.” Vance halted and
looked down at the district attorney.
“Oh, he came back—he had to come
back. Brisbane was killed hours af-
ter Archer. And the reason he was
too late to transfer the scene of the
crime was that Archer’s door was
bolted on the inside. The scene of
his murder had shifted—and he, the
murderer, was locked out. He knew
last night that neither the dagger nor
the poker could be found in the bed-
room. Therefore it was not the mur-
derer who placed them there this
morning. ...”
At this moment Gamble appeared
at the door. He was worried and
apologetic.
“I’m very sorry, sir, to interrupt,”
he began, “but an item—if you know
what I mean—has just occurred to
me. Ordinarily’I would have thought
little or nothing of it, but in view—”
“What’s the item?” Markham
snapped.
“It—it’s this little jgadget, sir,”
Gamble stuttered, laying a small cyl-
indrical metal lipstick holder on the
table. “I found this in the waste-
paper basket in this room this morn-
ing before I discovered the master’s
body upstairs, and I threw it out.
But a few minutes ago I began think-
ing about this terrible affair—”
Vancei picked up the holder and re-
moved the top.
“Practically empty,” he mused.
“Not a gold case—therefore thrown
away.” He smeared a little of the
rouge on his finger and smelled it.
“Duplaix’s Carmine. Made for
blondes. . . . Most interestin’.” He
looked at Gamble.
“You left the house last night,
when?”
“Between half-past five and six, sir.
I couldn’t say exactly.”
“And you are quite sure Mr. Ar-
cher Coe had no visitor at the time?”
“Oh, quite, sir.” Gamble was again
becoming worried. “As I told you—”
“Yes, yes. So you told me.” Vance
was watching the man from under
lazy eyelids. “But a lady seems to
have been here. ... Do you know of
any appointment Mr. Coe may have
had with the possible owner of that
lipstick?”
“An appointment with a lady?”
The butler, for some reason, seemed
shocked. “Oh, no, sir. I’m sure Mr.
Coe had no such appointment. He
was—if you understand me, sir—a
most abstemious man.”
Vance dismissed him bruskly.
“That will be all, Gamble.”
When the man had gone, Vance
looked waggishly at Markham.
“I fear, old dear, despite Gamble’s
assurances, that Archer did enter-
tain a lady yesterday afternoon be-
tween, let us say,^ six o’clock and
eight—which is pro*bably about the
time he was killed.”
Heath was growing impatient.
“I can’t see that it makes any dif-
ference anyway. Suppose the old boy
did have a dame in for a visit—that’s
not explaining the cockeyed things
that happened here last night. What
about the bolted door upstairs? You
had something in mind, Mr. Vance,
when you asked me to get that bolt
fixed, didn’t you?”
“My notion was a bit vague, Ser-
geant.” Vance crushed out his cig-
arette. “Of course, people don’t get
murdered in bolted rooms except in
detective novels; and something Miss
Lake said to me suggested that I
might find a solution to that peculiar
and illogical circumstance.”
“What was that?” Markham curtly
demanded.
“When she was talkin’ about Bris-
bane, don’t y’ know. You remember
she mentioned that he was interested
in criminology and was sufficiently
clever to cover his tracks if he’d de-
cided to go in for murder. A signifi-
cant remark, Markham.”
(To be Continued)
IMPRESSIVE MEM-
ORIAL SERVICE
CAT LOSES KITTENS,
TENDS THREE PUPS
CHARDON, Ohio, May 12.—It’s a
strange family, but it’s coming along
fine.
On the same day, Tooty, toy bull
dog owned by F. W. Boorn of Middle-
field, near here, gave birth to six
puppies, and Boom’s pet tiger eat
became the mother of six kittens.
Tooty and three of the pups died.
All six kittens died.
Now the cat is mothering the three
pups. Mrs. Boorn, the attending
nurse, feeds the youngsters from a
bottle every three hours. She re-
ports “mdther !an/d children doing
fine.”
The local chapter of the Order of
the Eastern Star held a special meet-
ing Thursday night to commemorate
the recent passing of Miss Clyde
Walker, who was an honored and be-
loved member of the order.
Mrs. C. T. Harkey, Worthy Matron,
and Mrs. W. E. Moore, Past Worthy
Matron, conducted the cieremonies
for the evening, assisted by other of-
ficers of the organization. All the
Star points and officers wore white
relieved only by the color of diag-
onal sash used as representation of
Star points, or other official duties.
Mrs. Chas. Wachendorfer accom-
panied Miss Olene Casbeer as she
sang appropriate selections while the
officers formed a circle for the dem-
onstration of memorial service of the
Order. This was impressively and
beautifully carried out by the com-
forting words to the bereaved as each
member of the circle quoted from
Holy Writ some passage of cheer as
floral offerings were placed on the
altar, which was draped with black
ci-epe.
The service was open to the pub-
lic, and a number - of visitors were
present among them Mrs. Lee Clark
of Burnet, Mrs. Weldon Cloud, Mrs.
Elton Casbeer, Miss Minnie Crawford,
Mrs. Minnie Childers, Walter Walk-
er, Mrs. Neville, Mrs. McClaugherty,
Mrs. J. L. Culberson, Mrs. John Cas-
beer, Misses Kathryn Harkey, Ella
May Stafford; Reginald Leatherwood,
Ernest Walker; Mts. Kate Boyd.
Members present were as follows:
Drs. C. T. Harkey and J. T. Sullivan,
Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Moore, Messrs,
and Mesdames Glenn Gamel, W. W.
Smith, J. P. Harris, Ola Wooten, Mis-
ses Alice Casbeer, Iva Lee Gibbs,
Mesdames Campbell Seale, R. Leath-
erwood, J. D. Jackson, Will Florence,
Oscar Jackson, Asa Avant, E. Mat-
thews, Mabel Bales and M. Green-
wood.—Contributed.
NEW TELEPHONE LINB
FROM LAMPASAS TO
BURNET TO BE BUILT
A meeting of the directors of the
Burnet Rural Telephone Co., was
held in Burnet this week and at the
meeting the Lampasas Rural Tele-
phone Company was represented by
D. T. Briggs, E. M. Pharr, W. B.
McGee and M'. W. Crider. It was
decided that a new line for the Rural
Telephone Company would be con-
structed between the two towns, the
cost to be shared equally by them.
A new line will be built along
Highway No. 66 and no other lines
will be allowed on the poles. It is
estimated that the cost of construc-
tion will be fi'om $900 to $1,200 and
cedar poles will be used and two
wires will be placed on them.
This new line will give a much
better service between Lampasas and
Burnet. It is planned to start the
line as soon as necessary material
can be secured.
BLAZING SHOTGUN *
HALTS MEMPHIS PAY
ROLL BANDITS
MEMPHIS, May 12.—A blazing
shotgun halted an 80-mile an hour
attempt by two bandits to escape
Saturday less than five minutes after
they had made a spectacular robbery
of a $4000 pay roll.
Police Officer J. J. Jeffries fired
his sawed-off shotgun into the fleeing
bandit car, shattering the driver’s
left arm.
Police described the wounded man
as Felix C. Cutcher, 42, former Mis-
souri and Arkansas train robber, and
paroled federal convict.
As Cutcher’s arm was shot from
the steering wheel of the car, he lost'
control and the machine leaped a
curb. Aided by officers in a second
police car which joined the chase,
Jeffries and Patrolman John Lucchesi
leaped out, and the two bandits sur-
rendered. A third man who had
aided them in the robbery of the An-
derson-Tully Company, lumber manu-
facturers, just four minutes before,
had disappeared.
Cutcher was sent to a hospital
where his arm may have to be am-
putated.
BAYLOR UNIVERSITY
QUADRUPLETS TO BE HERE
An unusual feature of the opening
of Hancock Park Friday, May 17, will
be music by Baylor University Band
with the famed Key sisters, quad-
ruplets who attend the university.
The talented sisters will take part
in the parade Friday morning and in
a concert at Hancock Park that af-
ternoon.
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