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TH* HA* HAPPENED FA* CAP.ROW. p.-■■■*'-• to JOHN CURTIS MORGAN. lawyer. <Jih tr !o- * l*h Mornr. BIq* nonor*b>. fc* *he n"is* ruifr. but pos*p r .r." hr r>:sr.a*;or> h*B sh* l**rn* -•* More*n ;a hU pro{**ton* honor o <>f*nd h:* frUntf. BERT CRAWFORD. indicted for *mbt*lrrr,*r.t Hn believe Cf*-rMrd cui *•■ and lo urp* r him of h* ; - s the i-r *r of IRIS MORGAN beavif J J* 0: -* !•*- On 1 find* convincing proof of t'lili and His In'er/lon to t ope v :th Ills Belt*'ins 'her* i b-t> on* rotir* e>C*n to h'r. t - burner ’o 'hr oour;room, hut finds she too late. as. a foot cutlt*. •erd!** ho- fcn brouei. In. Crawford announce he . : I lov r. Wh Iris Morgan depart' a few **• • Itter - e trip to N*-j York Nan belle-." Iris Is dea*rttr 3 h*r husband r.d child. While she and Morgan are working erf Morgans n*x- ease, 'he defense of LOIS DOWNS, a nurse, accused of tr.urdertnc hee patienf a special delivery latter comes frcrr Irish *.*: .r.e Morgan Bh# doe will not return Th* letter oir.lf, ;nentlon of Crawford ar.d be> Morgan not to search for her Morgan is crushed. Mar, the friet and to ♦eauble reads the letter a*, his reali'M Sh* -• ants o eon.fort him but word u.r futile She lingers in the outside off.ee waiting NOW r.O ON WITH THE NJORT CHAPTER XVII 'Continuedi Th* other had stiffened his body find his spirit to meet the blow like H. man His hopeless, yet. courageous eyes, had not flinched from the Judge’s face As Nan looked up at Morgan now. standing straight and stiff and very tall, his deep-set eyes—two fathomless wells of despair—meeting hers steadily, it was like looking into the face of the man who had b**n strong enough to receive a. sentence of death unflinchingly. Her love leaped proudly in her heart, . . She did not give him time to ask hc why she was still there. "I've heen going over the Lois Downs case and I'm sure my hunch is right. Want to hear it?” She held her breath for his reply. Would John Curtis Morgan show as much courage in receiving a “life” sentence from that implacable judge. Duty, as he was displaying uhder the death sentence of Love? CHAPTER XVIII JOHN CURTIS MORGAN raised an uncertain hand ar.d brushed It across his eyes, as if to clear away the impenetrable black fog of despair in which he had moved since he had read his wife’s curt announcement of her desertion. ‘‘The Lois Downs case?” he repeated mechanically, as if the words rang no bell in his memory. His hand went to his eyes again; his long, thin fingers pressed hard upon his eyelids, but when his hand dropped Nan Carroll almost burst into tears of relief and joy to see the faint flicker of a smile across his gray-white face. "You are a slave-driver. Nan. I'm not to be let off even—tonight, am I? You’re right. Tomorrow—will surely—come,” he added with a sigh of infinite weariness. Nan looked up at him through thick 'tears* but she had a smile to answer his. "My secret's out,” she admitted, with an excellent imitation of her impudence. “T m’ Simon Legree in disguise—also Sherlock Holmes. You be Watson, like a nice, obliging boss, ana try to pick flaws in my deductions. Pull up a chair. I’ll be right back,” she ordered briskly. She whisked into Morgan’s private office, snatched up his pipe, filled it with ccarse-cut tobacco from the humidor which she always kept stocked for him, found a card of matches, and hurried out. ana SHE found Morgan seated beside her desk, his face dark with brooding, his mouth bitter with pain. “You always say you think better when you smoke," she announced

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Contrary to her fear?. Crystal Plept soundly that Sunday night, awakening early Monday morning a little ashamed of the deep oblivion which had followed one of the most dramatic episodes of her life. Already she felt that it was a little unreal —iter proposal of marriage from one of Stanton's richest and most eligible young men. Perhaps that very feeling of unreality kept her from experiencing any twinges of doubt and regret for what she had given up in refusing George Pruitt. Her only emotion in regard to the whole episode was one of quiet elation that she had somehow managed to keep his friendship. She even had the vague conviction that he liked hr better now. even if he loved her less. And George's sincere liking and respect were precious I to her So Crystal wa' happy, exulting in the freedom which temptation had almost cheated her of the night before. She sang snatches of popular songs as she bathed, noting as her white body lay in the warm, scented water, that the boniness had disappeared, that the only adjective to dscribe her body now was "slender.'* not "skinny.'' Tine bathroom scales, purchased by Cherry, who dieted rigorously whenever she had gained a pound over ninety-five, told her that she had gained four pounds at the Jonson farm. Exactly one hundred now—eighteen pounds less than she had weighed before her terrible illness. but almost enough. For she was going to work hard, greedily, joyously. Her brain, sluggish since her illness and her "rebirth." seemed suddenly to stretch Itself m the luxurious yawn that precedes complete awakening. Oh. It would be good to use every cell lit her brain, to create pictures with words. She wanted to run Tery step of the way to the offices Os the Press. . . . Dressed in her kimono and brushing her gleaming brown hair that framed her purely pale face in a bell-shaped bob. Crystal wondered what dress she should wear. Everything she had was too big. and bought when her ideas as to clothes and life had been wrong and silly. That old dark-blue silk . j . If she basted on fresh whits cellar and caffs, and belted it in. A knock at the door interrupted her planning, and Faith, entered

' cheerfully. ' That's Sherlock's prerogative. so we”l pretend that it’s j my head that’s wreathed in smoke j clouds, if you'll furnish the clouds.' j She thrust the pipe mto his hand. \ 'hen struck a match, so that he was forced to put the stem between j his lips. She waited until the first puff of smoke and the first hint of relaxation on Morgan's tight, gray fa*e rewarded her strategy. ' Well?” Morgan asked, another strained smile flickering across his face. “Who murdered Mrs. Andrew Ward, my dear Holmes?” “Nobody murdered Mrs. Andrew Ward, my dear Watson!” ! “You’re not trying to be funny, I are vou?“ the lawyer demanded, with an anger that was not all faked. And Nan was grateful even for his anger. “Not any funnier than old Mrs. Ward was. when she committed sui- : cide and made it look like murder ” Nan began to defend her- ! self spiritedly. “Suicide? Well. I’ll be ’’ Morgan, whose attention she had undoubtedly captured, ran his fingers slowly through his thick silver-fox pelt. “Damned!” Nan finished for him cheerfully. “Listen. Mr. Morgan—it’s as clear as day, once you get used to the idea. Looking for the ; criminal Siamese twins—motive and : opportunity—we were up against a : stonewall all the time. The only person. apparently, who had both was Lois Downs. I don’t blame Brainerd i for being so cocksure of convicting her. There was literally no one else except the mysterious female who made fingerprints on two bottles of poison in the medicine cabinet in . the bathroom, and on the medicine I cabinet itself. “But we couldn't find a soul who had seen any woman other than Lois | Downs herself enter Mrs. Ward’s room after 11;00 o'clock that night. Therefore, who had an opportunity to slip old Mrs. Ward a strychnine j and bromide cocktail and leave tell- ! tale fingerprints behind her except ! old Mrs. Ward herself—always excepting Lois Downs?” Nan demanded. “In the bathroom?” Morgan | scoffed. "Aren't you forgetting that I the old dame was paralyzed? To | leave fingerprints on the medicine cabinet she would have had to walk at least twenty feet from her bed i to the bathroom—” “Which is exactly what she did!” ! Nan contended excitedly. ''Brainerd had her doctor on the stand—- : he reached the old lady’s bedside I just before she died —and he reeled off a swell medical line in answer |to the question Brainard asked him. as to what ailed the old shrew | before he was poisoned. It was j paralysis all right, in the doctor’s i opinion, but a sort of psychological j paralysis, if you know what I mean. | She couldn't walk because she didn’t think she could. You can call Dr. Holtzmann back to the | stand and make him admit that if ! she had tried hard enough and sudI denly believed that she could walk, j she could have walked all right. And I’ll bet you can make him admit that he'd told her so. Then i when she wanted to walk, so that i she could reach poison with which I to commit suicide, she remembered what he said, and—walked! Are j you with me?” she challenger, her j brown eyes very bright. “Limping along slightly in the rear,” Morgan grinned faintly. u a a LET me reconstruct the crime as I believe it happened.” Nan urged. “And crime is right That 1 old female fiend ought to be brought

with a long, flat box and a tall, round one. "You look happy, darling, and rested. I’m so glad. Bab and I were afraid you were not yet strong enough to go to work, but I don't believe any one could hold you back now.” Faith said, as she kissed her husband's cousin. "I'm so excited and thrilled I can hardly keep my feet, on the floor,” Crystal admitted. "New clothes? I ll have to do some shopping myself soon. Everything I have is inches too big—” “Which is why I got a size 13 for you,'’ Faith smiled. "Look! If you don't like it. you can exchange it. of course, but it looked so exactly like you that I couldn't resist it,” and she took from the long box a little two-piece jersey sweater dress. The short skirt was dark brown, knife-pleated, and the demure little belted blouse of soft tan, into w’hich were woven jagged streaks of flaming orange and brown. An impudent little brown felt hat had two downward-pointing brown quills thickly dappled with orange. Crystal snatched them up with little broken cries of gratitude and delight. (To Be Continued)

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back to life, just so she could be hanged She married a gay young dog of 26 when she was 49. Two years later she knows that he's going to kick over the traces: he left her. you know, and she brought him back by playing paralyzed. “She wanted him around, no matter how she held him, and she figured he'd stick if he thought she might die any time. Then after three years of pretended invalidism, she has the bad luck to draw a pretty nurse that Andrew Ward goes crazy about. He’s pretty careful at first, of course, but one day the old lady sees him making love to the girl, and she has an awful row with him about it. He admits that he’s in love with the girl, and the old woman won’t believe him when he tells her that the girl can’t see him at all. Mrs. Ward goes off her head—” “Hold on” Morgan commanded. “Isn't the old dame's motive for suicide pretty weak? Why not sumply fire the nurse and—” “And see her husband walk out of the house the same day?” Nan scoffed. “Don’t you see? Mrs. Ward honestly thought that the nurse and Andrew were in love with each ether, that no matter if she fired the nurse Andy would simply wait until his paralyzed old wife kicked the bucket to marry Lois? Imagine how Mrs. Ward felt—old, just as much condemned to invalidism as if she were really paralysed, because she would be too proud to admit that she’d been shamming: jealous to the point of murdering Lois Downs. She didn’t have a lot to live for. did she? Maybe I’ll end up by being sorry for the old lady yet!” “I think I can understand her motive for committing suicide.” Morgan said slowly and with such significance that Nhn’s heart-thud-ded with fear. Then he added, as if obliquely giving hr reassurance: “I suppose I questioned your theory because it has always been hard for me to excuse the weakness of suicide—the easiest way out of trouble.” tr n n NAN carefully kept exultation out of her voice. “Me, too,” she agreed. “But there’s nothing to show that Mrs. Ward was a nice old woman, and I believe she did commit suicide, with the deliberate intention of making it look as if Lois Downs had murdered her. “Lois sleeps in the adjoining bedroom, with her door closed. The old lady has never kept her night nurse in the room with her. It’s my opinion that Mrs. Ward sneaked a good many chances to walk, but howover that may be, her determination lent her energy. “She gets up about 1 o'clock, long after Lois has gone to bed and probably to sleep, creeps into the bathroom, opens the medicine cabinet, leaving a nice set of fingerprints, thank heaven; hesitates between bichloride of mercury and the strychine which is given her in very small doses as a heart stimulant; decides against the bichloride of mercury after touching the battle; takes a big quantity of strychnine, also a bromide tablet that she could have to make her sleep, merely by asking the nurse for it, and then, taking a glass, fills it with water, creeps back to her bed, dissolves the bromide tablet in the water and drains it along with the strychnine, to make it look as if the nurse had given her the whole dose.” “And remembers just in time that the nurse’s fingerprints probably are not on the clean glass left in the bathroom by the maid, and wipes it so that there will be no fingerprints at all on it,” Morgan contrimuted, nodding slowly. “She probably figured also that that would be just one more black mark against the nurse—that it would look like a, clumsy attempt on Loi’s part to destroy evidence. Well, my dear Holmes,” he smiled, almost naturally at Nan. “I’m going to risk making a. fool of myself by asking the court in the morning for permission to exhume the body and take the old lady’s fingerprints. Your beautiful theory stands or falls on what we’ll : find out then.” J “But you do you think my 1 hunch was a good one?” Nan in- ! sisted, as he rose and knocked the i ashes from his pipe into her empty metal wastepaper basket. “Nan,” John Curtis Morgan said huskily, laying his ..hands on her shoulders," you had two good | hunches tonight, my dear. I—can’t thank you. But I think you knowI what you’ve done for me tonight. ... Good night, junior partner. j See you in the morning.’” She knew he meant those last ! words as a solemn promise to herself | and as a challenge to his own courage. “I’ll be here.” Nan answered unsteadily, but smiling through her tears. When he was gone, she gibed at herself; “So this is how I resign because I’m in love with a married I man. But—he’s not really married | any more!” (To Be Continued)

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