The wind blew cool over a little, wrapped head lying on the lawn; serpentinely swayed a rope dangling from above, its lower end knotted about the lady's slender alabastine neck. No moon shone on that July night last week.
Police clustered, clamored, unfastened the rope, scampered to the gloomy room above in the Detroit
Institute of Arts, where a scene of crime was revealed. Against the open window lay a woman, painted by Franz Hals, worth $40,000. Torn bodily from its place, disappeared, was an early Persian-silk animal rug, priceless example of its...
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