Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 278, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 April 1931 — Page 10

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MAD MARRIAGES. 6 V LAURA LOU BROOKMAN Author of HEART HUNGRY,'etc.

B V° ,N HER t TODAV McBRIDF 19-year-old typist Ai*** Yor* off!c ri meet! JIM WAL*t >e home of her vea’.thv couANN* TROWBRIDGE. Gvpsy Is JBSSH** ,h * h * s 'earned ALAN CROSBY, back from a year and a ! P p ria studying art. no longer '■ares for her Wallace tells Gypsy that he has been lilted b- hi* fiancee To spite the girl ne cares for he asks Gvpsv to marrv TiHl =>£* ® rst fetuses, but later ac**PJa They are married next morning nd depart for Forest City, hi* home town. Af . they are greeted by his sunt MISS ELLEN WALLACE who lmrTeaetely becomes hostile to the girl. \ f,w d*y*. Miss Wallace move* s o a cottage down the street. arranges a family dinner party where Gvpsy is snubbed bv other rela- • .T ils enrages Jim and they leave. ',’f*t dav Gvpsy receives a letter from A.an Crosby and after some indecision returns it. „; T livU.’iD' l "!takes the defense of NINA ROBERTS accused of r urdering her emoloyer. DR. FOWLER The care it, sensational, with circumstantial evidence rtror.glv against the girl. Gvpsy rocomes deeply interested In the murder case. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORV CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Don’t bother! I’ll find them for myself.” Wallace turned. A moment later she heard him going up the stairs. a a a WOULD Jim see the letter from Alan? If he should ask ques‘ions, what could she say? Gypsy waited in an agony of suspense. In less than five minutes she heard him coming down the stairs again. He was whistling. Well,” Jim announced, “I found 1t..” You mean—?” That estimate of Bradley’s. About putting anew roof on the garage. The price Is low enough and I don’t want the job put off any longer. Spring rains will be setting In any day. I think I’ll tell them to get to work next week.” Jim did not notice the warm color slowly surging back iilto the girl's kheeks. "Abbie was here this afternoon,” she told him. ‘What did she have to say?” ‘‘She wants us to come to her house to dinner next Wednesday. She said we could make it some other evening if we’d rather.” Wednesday’s all right so far as I know. Do you want to go?” I think we should. She was awfully friendly. I guess she really came to apologize about what happened at your aunt’s.” Jim scowled. “It’s a nuisance,” he said, “but I guess we and better go. Remind me of It next week, will you? I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me. Mills turned over that Roberts case to me today. His wife’s sick and he’s going to take her south. They indicted the girl this afternoon.” “Who?” Gypsy asked. “Nina Roberts. You’ve seen her pictures in the papers, haven’t you? T must have told you about the case She’s the one who's accused of shooting Dr. Fowler.” Gypsy shook her head. “I guess I haven't been reading the papers the last day or two.” Oh, this happened two weeks ago. Here—look at this!” He picked up the newspaper he had dropped on the table and spread It open before her On the front page was the photograph of a pretty girl and above it, in type stretching across the columns. was the caption, “Girl Faces Trial for Shooting Physician.” “How dreadful!” exclaimed Gypsy In glaring black letters slightly smaller she read. “Nina Roberts, Pretty Assistant, Indicted by Grand Jury for Shooting Dr. Frank R. Fowler.” “Everything they've got on her Is circumstantial,” Jim went on, “but it’s going to be a hard fight. I think Mills was glad to get rid of it It’s the most sensational thing I’ve ever tackled ” a a a BUT she’s such a pretty girl,” Gypsy itnerrupted, “and she looks so young!” ‘She didn’t look so pretty when I was talking to her two hours ago. Poor kid’s a wreck! I wish the reporters would lay off a while. "Look at this blah, ‘Love Notes Tell of Tragic Romance!’ That will help her a lot, won’t it? I’ve given her strict orders not to talk, but it’s too late now to do much good.” Why do they think she did it?” Jim leaned forward, elbows on the arms of his chair. “It’s like this," he said. “Fowler was found dead in his office at 6 o’clock In the evening by a policeman who heard the shot fired. When the cop got there, Nina Roberts was on her knees beside the body. There was a gun on the

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floor and no Anger prints. Nina was crying and hysterical. “She claims she was out of the office making a telephone call at a public phone booth on the next floor—a personal message she didn’t want Fowler to hear. “When she came back, she found Fowler lying on the floor with bloo£ on his clothing. She ran to him and, she says, he tried to say something, but she couldn’t understand the -words. “When the policeman got there Fowler was breathing, but he never j regained consciousness. The only others In the building were the superintendent, a fireman, two cleaning women and the boy who runs the elevator. The superintendent and fireman were in the furnace room and didn’t hear a thing. Fowler’s office was ;on the ground floor. Nobody had I up in the elevator for thirty 'minutes, according to the operator. He was in the basement, too, but says he heard the shot. “The cleaning women were on the i ninth and tenth floors, and didn’t I about the shooting until they finished their work two hours later. What makes it much worse is these letters they found. “What letters?” “Oh, two or three letters Fowler had written to the girl. They’re pretty mushy—according to the nawspapers. I haven’t seen the originals. “You see, Nina worked for Fowler for nearly a year and a half. She told me that he’d been giving her a line about his wife misunderstanding him—all the usual thing—and that she fell for it. "Then a month ago they quarreled, and that ended the affair. Like a fool, she kept his letters. Nine swears there was nothing to the flirtation except a few dinner dates. Os course, the prosecution is going to try to make out it was jealousy.” “And you said the man was married?” * Jim nodded. “They had his wife m court today. Cried all the time.” “Did they have any children?” “No. There’s an adopted boy, 2 years old. The Fowlers took him a year ago.” a a a “ ¥ IM, do you think this girl really •J Wiled the man?” “I’m her lawyer. I’ve got to prove she’s innocent if I can.” Jim looked down at the floor and then glanced up again. “You know, it’s a funny thing,” he went on. “I talked to that girl half the afternoon and I didn’t get a thing out of her that I could bring before a jury. “I haven’t the slightest idea In the world who else could have shot Fowler if she didn’t, and yet I’d be willing to take an oath anywhere that she’s innocent.” “But that makes it terrible! Has she any one to help her—any fi-iends?’ Jim shook his head. “Says she hasn’t any relatives. She’s been living in a cheap rooming house down on Mulberry street. Told me she came here two years ago from Chicago. “Os course, this thing has her all unnerved. I don’t believe she trusts any one. Couldn’t seem to make her understand that I was going to try to get her out of this.” Gypsy had been looking at the girl’s picture in the newspaper while he spoke. “She doesn’t look any older than I am,” 6he said. “How old are you, Gypsy?” Tiie girl smiled. “Why, don’t you know? I’ll be 20 in June.” “Nineteen, huh? I was 27 two months ago. Lord—l didn’t know you were such an infant.” “Nineteen isn’t an infant. How old is Nina Roberts?” “Twenty-two, she says.” Gypsy dropped the newspaper. “Listen, Jim,” she said earnestly, “if this girl is innocent, you’ve got to find a way to save her! You’ve got to. Why—think what might happen. They’d send her to prison! They might even take her life!” “Don’t you suppose I know that?” Matilda appeared, in the doorway. “Dinner’s ready, Mrs. Wallace,” she said. Gypsy arose and Jim followed into the dining room. Over the soup they continued discussing the murder. No date had been set for the trial. “It'll be soon, though,” Jim predicted. “Bennett, the state’s attorney, thinks he has a chance to get a qiiick conviction. That will im-

prove his record. Great material for the next campaign.” But who could have done it if she didnT, Jim? ” “111 ter! you that later.” Throughout the evening Gypsy was unable to shake off throughts of , the girl in prison. If she actually were innocent how terrible it must be! Gypsy’s own trials sank into insignificance. When Jim went into the library and took down a ponderous volume from the shelves, the girl went upstairs to her bedroom. She drew Alan Crosby's letter from the desk drawer and held it to the light. Then In neat letters she directed a large envelope, slipped the smaller one inside and sealed the flap. Ten minutes later the envelope was in a mail box. Gypsy returned to the firing room and devoured all that she could find in the newspaper about the hearing of the murder case. a a a Nina Roberts* picture and columns about the girl appeared in Forest City newspapers throughout the coming week. There were pictures and feature stories in metropolitan dailies. In some of these the name of James Wallace, defense attorney, was mentioned. A famous woman novelist chose the Fowler affair as the text of a full-page indictment of “Salaried Sirens” which appeared in thousands of Sunday supplements. There were evenings when Jim arrived home at 6:30 instead of 5 o’clock and there were nights when his defek lamp in the library was burning until long after midnight. Gypsy asked eagerly for new developments in the case, but there was little to be learned. There was no way of establishing when Nina left Fowler’s office, or how long she had been gone. There was no proof the girl even, had stirred from the room. Nina was going to be a poor witness, Wallace feared. The girl was becoming sullen. “It was Fowler’s own gun that killed him,” Jim announced one evening as he threw down his coat and hat in the lamp-lighted living room. “He bought it three months ago on a trip to Cincinnati. Report came in this morning.” "Did Nina have anything to say at-ut the gun?” “She told me she’d never seen it! until the policeman pointed to it lying on the floor. Nina isn’t looking very well. I don’t believe the food they're giving her in jail agrees with her.” “Does she have to eat it? Couldn’t you have a restaurant send meals in to her?” “Who’s going to pay for it? There isn’t going to be any money in this case, you know.” “Jim, you wouldn’t let that girl starve or make herself ill just because of a few dollars! Why, there’s enough cooked here to feed another person every day. I can pack a basket and take it down to her myself. I’d be glad to!” a a a JIM smiled, shaking his head. “That’s fine of you to think of doing such a thing, Gypsy, but I can’t let you.

(To Be Continued)

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