Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 282, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 April 1931 — Page 5

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OVPBT MeBRIDK ifl-vesr-old tvolst in • Nw York office. marries JIM WALLACE the dsv after she meet* him at the home of her wealthy cousin. ANNE TROWBRIDGE Gvdsv hi s been lilted bv a LAN CROSBY back from a year and a half in Parts, and Wallace’s fiancee has broken their enaaaement. There U no romance in the union. Both seek to spite the nerson they care most for. Wallace Is a vountt lawyer. They so to his home In Forest Citv. where hts relatives are antagonistic to Gvdsv and snub her. A letter comes from Alan Crosby, but after much Indecision Gypsy sends it back unopened. Later the marriage of MARCIA LORINO. Wallace'a former fiancee, to BROCK PHILLIPS, wealthy New Yorker. Is announced In a newspaper. i Jim undertakes the defense of NINA ROBERTS, accused of murdering her employer. I'he case Is sensational, with circumstantial evidence stronglv against the girl. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY TWENTY-EIGHT “You can send word by my husband. He doesn’t know I came this morning, but you can tell him you want to see me.” Nina, put out her hand timidly and took Gypsy’s. “Thanks,” she said. “I only hope some time I can repay you.” Gypsy smiled. "Os course you will!” she said. “Good-by, Nina. I’ll see you again soon.” She followed Mrs. Sloan down the corridor. “Would she talk to you?” the matron asked. “Yes, she talked. Oh, Mrs. Sloan, aren’t you sorry for her? She isn’t like—well, the sort of girl you’d expert to find here!” “Plenty of them aren’t, so far as that goes,” the woman answered. "Sure, I’m sorry for all of them. But you can’t tell about murder, Mrs. Wallace. They’re the cases that surprise you. “I’ve seen them come in here in their fur coats and silks looking so elegant and guilty as sin. This one l don’t know about. She’s a puzzler.” They were in the office now. Gypsy thanked the matron and left. As before when she left the prison she inhaled the fresh air with a deep sense of relief. Then she squared her shoulders and walked

away rapidly. THE first three days of the Roberts trial dragged. There was the routine of selecting the jury, with constant bickering and disagreement between the lawyers. The case was being heard by Judge Knox, a fact that Jim Wallace regarded as encouraging. Knox was a jurist inclined to temper the cold letter of the law with human sympathy. There were new photographs of Nina in the newspapers, blurred glimpses showing only a part of her face, caught by the camera man as she was on her way from the jail to the courtroom. There was one mysteriously obtained portrait which showed the girl sitting beside Jim, gazing directly forward. She wore a simple blue frock with white at the throat and a black, brimless hat that increased her pallor.

Nina looked much prettier than when Gypsy had seen her in the prison, but her expression still was lifeless and brooding. Most of the time she rested her chin on her hand, half-concealing her face from the crowd that packed the courtroom. Frequently Gypsy felt pangs of guilt over the letter Nina had given her. She had not mentioned it to Jim. Was it right to keep this information from him? The slightest clew, she knew, was sometimes the turning point in a great victory. Jim was fighting so hard now and the case looked so blacii. She had given her promise, however, and she could not bring herself to break it. As much of the time as possible Gypsy sat in court. She was amazed at Jim’s aggressive manner, at the fiery fluency of his attacks. It was the second day of the hearing before the jury that Gypsy heard Bennett, the state’s attorney, call out the name, Mrs. Fowler.” tt tt tt A WOMAN in black rose and came forward. She was of medium height and rather heavily built. She wore a black veil which she threw back when seated in the witness stand. Gypsy thought her face might have been attractive, but for the swollen eyelids and obvious signs of weeping. Bennet began to ask questions. Yes, the woman said, she was the wife of Dr. Frank Fowler. She told where they lived. She had seen her husband last when he left the house after breakfast the morning of the day on which he died. She had seen his body later at the hospital. Her words were interrupted at times when her handkerchief went to her eyes. Her first news of th c tragedy, Mrs. Fowler continued. 'i been a

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message from police headquarters. She thought it must have come about 6:30. She had been waiting for her husband to come home to dinner when the telephone rang. Yes—she was alone in the house except for Bobbie. Bobbie was the 2-year-old child the Fowlers had taken into their home a year before. He was in his crib asleep and Mrs. Fowler to run to the neighbors to get someone to stay with the child before she could leaije for the hospital. Had there ever been any trouble between herself and her husband? Mrs. Fowler said no. Did she know any one who might wish to do him harm? The woman’s answer, scarcely audible, was in the negative. “Now, Mrs. Fowler,” the voice of the state’s attorney rose slightly, “have you ever seen this young woman before?” He pointed toward Nina Roberts. Heads were craned forward. A murmur of excitement circled the room. A woman’s voice cried out: “She’s fainted!”

a a a IT was Mrs. Fowler who had dropped back, apparently lifeless in her seat. There was a great buzz of excitement. Court attendants rushed forward. From somewhere a doctor appeared. Presently the woman’s eyes opened and she raised her head. She was able to rise with assistance and the doctor and another man helped her from the room. The physician returned and announced that Mrs. Fowler was under severe strain and could not be questioned further. She could not be questioned on the following day, either. Bennet, the state’s attorney, announced that the health of his witness did not permit her to e^-^ar. At home that evening Jim Wallace said to Gypsy, “What do you think of that woman? I wish I could be sure she doesn’t know something she’s hiding.” He was'standing by the livingroom table filling his pipe with tobacco. Gypsy, looking childish in a yellow crepe frock made with short sleeves, sat with her f-at tucked under her at one end of the davenport. The f-” terrier’s nose rested in the crook of her elbow. “Do you mean Mrs. Fowler?” the girl asked. Jim dropped into the heavy upholstered chair that was his favorite. As he held a flame to the pipe, he nodded. “I couldn’t understand why she fainted,” Gypsy admitted. I mean unless she wanted to get out of answering any more questions. Isn’t there some way you can insist on getting her there again?”

“Yes, there is—if it wil ldo any good! In the meantime Bennet’s reading those damned letters and bringing in witnesses who saw Nina and Fowler having dinner together. “Say—did you notice the way he read those letters? Made them sound twice as incriminating as they are. I’d get Mrs. Fowler down there in a minute if I thought I had the right hunch. I can’t get over feeling that she knows something. But what?” Gypsy leaned her head back and studied the opposite wall between narrowed lids. “Doesn’t Nina have any suggestions?” she asked. “Nina said she’d seen the woman, but twice before. Said Fowler didn’t like to have his wife come to the office. She’d heard him talk to her over the telephone, though, and says sometimes they quarreled.” “Where was Mrs. Fowler when the shooting took place?” “You heard her say she was home, didn’t you?’”

“But, Jim—then she hasn’t any better alibi than Nina!” “Except that Nina was in the same building and Mrs. Fowler was clear across town. Besides, there’s no motive for the woman to kill her husband.” “How do you know that? There might have been fifty reasons! Jim, how long would it take for a person in a car to get from Fowler’s office out to his home?” u tt JIM considered. “Oh, I should say off-hand about twenty minutes.” “But then she could have done it! She could have—don’t you see! Suppose Mrs. Fowler came to the office after Nina left. May e they had a quarrel or a struggle and she fired the gun. She could have run down stairs —the building has two stairways, you know—and got into a car and

been home by the time the police telephone at 6:30!” Jim had been listening thoughtfully. Now he shook his head “It won’t work,” he said. “You haven’t any more case against her than any other person in town who happened to be alone at 6 o’clock that evening. “No, I’ve got to fight the thing out as suicide. People don’t get in and out of, public buildings without someone seeing them. There were half a dozen witnesses in court today who swqfe that no one came in or went out of that building who hasn’t an airtight alibi. It must have been suicide!” There the discussion ended for the evening. Gypsy awoke next morning with a headache. She sneezed half a dozen times while she was dressing, and when she came to the breakfast table her eyes were smarting. “Catching cold, aren't you?” Jim asked. “I don’t think so. I think I’ve already caught it.” A loud “katchoo” punctuated the sentence. Jim put down his coffee cup. ‘Take my advice,” he said, “and stay home today. Go back to bed and have Matilda bring you something hot to drink. That’s the only way to break a cold.” “Oh, but Jim, I hate to miss the trial!” “Never mind about the trial. One member of the family’ll'be on the job there. Now, I want you to do as I tell you, Gypsy. Spring colds are dangerous ” She was about to protest, but another attack of sneezing interrupted. “All right,” the girl agreed meekly. Privately she decided she must look as miserable as she was feeling. - After he had gone Gypsy went to the kitchen to talk over the day’s ordering and menus with Matilda. It was Cora’s day to do the ironing. Gypsy gave Matilda instructions to take charge of the household. Then she went upstairs to her room. Her head was hot and throbbing. She consulted the medicine cabinet and found the remedy that was usually most effective. Then she undressed, took a hot bath and got into bed. The covers/ felt soft and warm. Gypsy closed her eyes and pulled the blankets more closely about her. A 1 most immediately she fell asleep. When she awoke she had vague memories of a dream in which she had been floating on a cloud that looked like the pink comforter. She had encountered a traffic officer who in reality was r~ ’ the state’s attorney. Bennet had arrested her and taken her to jail where a woman in a lo'"' black veil stood up and exclaimed, “You did it! You know you did it!” Gypsy blinked her eyes and propped herself up on one elbow. According to the clock on the beside table it was 2:30. She hardly could believe she had slept so long. Sleepily she fell back against the pillows. ana THE jolt renewed the pains in her head. She closed her eyes again, but she did not sleep. A little later when Matilda came into the room on tiptoe the girl looked up and smiled. “I had a long nap,” she announced. “Is everything going all right down stairs, Matilda?” “Yes, ma’am. I finished my baking and Cora’s nearly through with the ironing. I’ve a cup of hot broth waiting in the kitchen for you. Will you have it now?” (To Be Continued)

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