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hy SYNOPSIS.
Mary Page, actress, is accused of the;
murder of Jtmes Pollock and is defended
[? by her lover. Philip Kangrion kouock i
W was intoxicated Shale, a crook and tool j
of Pollock, was on the fire escape watch-!
ing for Langdon. At Mary's trial shej
admits she h ul i tie r vo ver Her maid
testiiies that Mary threatened Pollock j
"with it previously, and Mary's leading!
man Implicates Langdon
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1/ Langdon! He was either in
|\ the room or at the door when
A V James Pollock was murdered!"
The words of tne witness were like
a stone flung into a pool of subtle in
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of possibilities to lap the very shores
Of suspicion itself. Every eye was 011
Langdon now, but except for a tightening
of the muscles about his jaw he
gave no sign of perturbation or anger.
The actor himself was uneasy now,
however, and cast apologetic glances at
both Mary and Langdon, moving nervously
in the witness-stand as the pros
Ieeutor iook up uis quesiiuuiug u^au. j
"You say you overheard only a part
of what was said before the police
came. Will you tell us where you
stood and why you heard only a part?"
"Yes, sir. The door opens out?as is
always the case in hotel rooms?and
whon t stnrtpd to ooen it I was behind
(it and therefore not visible from the
room. But I could hear what was said
when Mr. Langdon and detective Farley
came out from the inner room of,
tbe suite where they had gone to look
for Miss Page."
"And when the police came, did you
remain in the room-or did you join in
the search for Miss Page?"
"I joined in the search, and went
"with the police down the fire-escape
and through the back street."
'*What had become of Miss Page?"
"I don't know."
"Do von mean that the police did not
find where she had gone?"
i "Yes."
"What did you do?"
"I returned to the hotel, got my hat
and coat and went home."
"That is all." said the prosecutor.
I- But the Judge leaned forward and
I "voiced the question that everybody in
the coum-iw.pj was mutely asking.
"Do - mean to say that a young
lady in an evening gown and with ?o
cloak walked through that street back
of the hotel and that no one saw her!
That you and the police got no clue
in your search?"
"Yes. your Honor. Mary Page had
disappeared absolutely, and no one
knows where she went."
Langdon smiled, ami the Judge sat
back with a little exclamation that was
not complimentary to the police: but
I when the name of the next witness
rang through the room he leaned forward
again and spoke with some irritation
to the prosecutor.
"Is it your intention, sir, to develop
through the testimony of THIS witness
the whereabouts of Miss Page
after the murder? It seems to me
that that is the testimony that should
be brought forward now."
"Your Honor, the movements of
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Republic until the following morning
will have to be told by Miss Page herself.
They are not known to me and
3 have no witnesses to testify to her
whereabouts or actions. I have, in
fact been unable td get anyone who
actually saw the prisoner during her
flight The truth must come out of
course, and I have in the meantime
called the sister of James Pollock to
develop an important line in the case
for the State."
Again Langdon smiled, and the
juage sat DacK with a little snrug, as, i
amid a murmurous wave of comment!
and curiosity the name of the new
witness was repeated:
"Ruth Pollock!"
The sister of the dead man who
throughout the earlier testimony had
sat unnoticed among the throng, was a
tragic figure in her trailing black garments
as she went to the stand.
"Miss Pollock, you have known the
prisoner. Mary Page, for some years,
have you not?"
"Yes, we were at school together and
remained intimate friends afterw8-3V
"Was your brother also a friend of i
hers?"
"He was."
"Was there ever any closer relationship
than that of mere friendship between
your brother and Mary Page?'
"Yes. They were engaged to be mar
ried."
Even the Judge sat forward in his
chair at the words, so simply uttered
and yet so sharply changing the aspect
of things. The prosecutor's next question
came quickly.
"Was your brother happy in his engagement?"
he said.
"I don't know how to answer that
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question. He was happy because he j
wanted to marry Mary, but be knew
she didn't love him."
"If IFiss Page did not love your
brother, why was she willing to be his
wife?"
The girl flushed and answered less
readily:
"Well, you see?there were reasons?
and she had promised."
"Will you please tell us tbose rea- j
sons?"
A little gasping sod wrencnea iruiui
a woman's overburdened beart broke
the stillness at that question, and Mrs.
Page suddenly drooped forward, hiding
her face in her bands. She knew only
too well what was coming, and the
courage that bad kept her erect ant!
smiling during the torture of the trial,
gave way suddenly at this tearing open
of old wounds. All her agony found
vent in that one piercing cry of grief.
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stretched out her hands yearningly. I
half whispering, "Mother! Mother!"
and Langdon was at her side in a moment.
She waved him back, and,.draw
ing her veil across her distorted face.
"Do you mean that the check was
forged?"
smothered the sobs that shook her thin
shoulders like a storm, as the prosecutor
repeated his question.
"It all happened several years ago?
five?maybe six. Mary and I were
very good friends at that time, and
I was at her home a great deal. So
I knew that?that?they were greatly
in ueed of monej'. I overheard Mr.
Page say that there would be ruin for
all of them, and that they'd be turned
out on the streets unless he 'got the
money' before morning. Mary overheard
him, too. and when he went out
she and I sat tryiug to think of some
way by which we could raise money
It was while we were still talking that
Mr. Page came back. He?he?bad
been drinking, and he was waving a
check around his head and cried. 'I've
done a good turn for a friend and I've
been well paid for it The Lord helps
those who help themselves.' He seemed
terribly excited, and went out
again almost immediately saying that
he wanted to cash the check before
the banks closed."
"Whose check was it?" ;
"My brother's."
"Was be interested in Miss Page at
that tiir.^?"
< He ha(T always been, I think,
t e vas not at all in love with
h -1 had told ine that.".
. gave her father a check for
a larg ^ sum?"
"No." She flushed hotly now, and
cast a timid glance at Mary, as if half
deDrecatins: the necessity of the testi
mony. "That was just it. My brother
had not?signed that check."
"Do you mean." broke in the Judge,
"that the check was forged?"
"Yes. A detective sent by the bank
came to the Page home wnfle I was
there ana tola Mrs. rage ana Mary
and me. Mary didn't believe it at first
but at any rate she said she didn't
know where her father was, though
we both guessed he?he?was in the
bar of the hotel. He was mostly there.
James was horrified when he found
out that it was Mary's father who had
cashed the check because, not knowing,
he had already told the police to
'prosecute the man to the limit' Mary
/rrncir? on/1 Knororck/l Mm tA r> fifvmAthinC
to save her father, and James said,
TU save him for your sake, Mary, if
you will promise to do something for
me in return.'"
"Did he say what that something
was?"
"No. She didn't even ask. She just
said she would do anything in the
world he wanted if he would save her
father. So he went with us to the hotel
and we got there just in time to
save Mr. Page from arrest"
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"How did you save him.' as you j
catt it?"
"James told the detective tbat be bad
forgotten about giving tlie ciicck to i
Mr. Page and tbat it was perfectly \
good."
"And Miss Page was naturally grate- j
ful to your brother for his having j
saved lier father?" prompted the Dis
trict Attorney, as Ruth broke off. not
knowing how to go on."
"GratefulV Yes. She?she promised ;
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to marry uiui. i ueam uei ic-m ??n >
Langdon."
"Was Mr. Langdon at the house at
that time?"
"Xo. he came while I was sitting
talking to Mrs. Page. Mary and James
were in the next room, so I went
to let Mr. Langdon in. He stopped at i
the gate, looking at my brother's auto- J
mobile, and 1 walked down the path to j
meet him. While we were coming back
toward the porch the others came to
the door. Suddenly James caught Mary
nn in his? arms and kissed her. She
seemed to struggle against him and.
slipping away, ran into the house. Mr
Langdon, thinking that my brother had
kissed Mary against her will, rushed
at him and threatened to strike him.''
"Your Honor!" It was Langdon's
voice, suddenly harsh and strained. "I
protest against this evidence as entirely
irrelevant and leading up to nothing
that has a bearing upon the case at
present."
"The court cannot sustain your objection,"
said the .Judge, curtly. "It is
very unfortunate for you. Mr. Lang
tion, out wuaiever uriugs uui iue uc- i
tails of the relationship between Mary
Piige and James Pollock is decidedly
relevant."
The District Attorney smiled in triumph.
lie turned to Iiuth, who look
ed startled at the interruption, and
said, gently:
"You were saying, Miss Pollock, that j
Mr. Langdon threatened your brother. {
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"No. Mary ran between tliem and!
said that James bad a right to kiss her. (
that?that?they"wore epgaged."
"What did Mr. Langdon say then?"
"He didn't say anything. He just,
turned around and walked away, and;
Mary began to cry."
"Was the engagement of your brother
and Miss Page made public?"
"Yes. At a dance."
"Did your brother and his fiancee
seem happy on that occasion?"
"No. 1?In fact. I know they were
not."
"Did they tell you so?"
"No, but I overheard. I?was hiding j
in the conservatory."
With a smothered gasp of surprise
Mary's head came up suddenly and for
the first time the eyes of the two girls
met; but now it was Mary's that were
accusatory and Ruth's that were troubled
and it was in answer to that reproach,
rather than the startled look
on the prosecutor's face, that made
Ruth add shyly: "It was all just in
fun! I had promised a dance to MiBrandon,
but I had told him that if he
could find me before the music was
nail over, i wouiu give uiiij two more,
for I had discovered a nook behind the
palms which I was sure no one else
could find."
She stammered over the girlish confession,
a tide of crimson dyeing her
pale cheeks.
"While I was hidden there. Mary and
Mr. Langdon. who had been dancing
together, came into the conservatory.
I?I?didn't move because I felt I
should look so silly, hiding like a kid
behind the palms, and I thought they!
would soon go away. But ? they
didn't."
"Did .Miss rage say anytning auoui]
her engagement?"
"They were talking about it as they I
came in, and the first thing I heard j
was. 'I haw given my word, Philip,
and I must go through with it?even if
it kills me.' She was half crying. Then
Mr. Langdon said quietly, 'Mary, you
don't love him, do you?' And Mary
said, 'You know I don't. Philip. There
is only one man in ttie world tnat 1 j
love.' Then he took her in his arms
and she broke down and sobbed; but
when he tried to make her say she
would break her engagement she
wouldn't, and she wouldn't tell him
why she had promised to marry James.
She only said that she could never be
free unless James gave her back her
promise."
"Do you mean to say," interrupted
the judge, "that Mr. Langdon knew
nothincr of the episode of the forged
check?"
"Nc. Mary told me she couldn't bear
to tel! him about her father. Besides,
James had made her promise to keep
that part of their engagement a secret
from everyone."
"It seems incredible!" said His Honor,
settling back, and the prosecutor
oclrori ?<s If smriflonlv swinf a r?PW I
viewpoint:
"Did your brother know of Miss
Page's love for Mr. Langdon?"
"I don't know whether he knew then
or not, but he knew later because Mr.
Langdon told him. While I was still
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j\>r y\;ivy. and she didn't want hint to
sci' >he had been crying. so went
out ai. i Mr. Lanxdon st .'? <! v.";iiIii:for
James. Ho told my brother that Mary
was very unhappy in her ein:/-ement.
l>ut felt that sli?' was in honor boifnd
t-^Vo through with it', and lie urged ;
James to sot her free."
"What did your brother say?"
"Well, ho was?verv amrry." she an-!
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swered. depre-atingly. "1-i-kuow tie :
tboutrbt it was just interference. and j
he said. "I suppose you want ber set 1
free so YOU can marry ber.' And Mr I
Langdon said. "I want ber set free l?e {
cause she doesn't love you aud is J
breaking her heart over her promise
to marry you.' 'What is that to you:
asked James. "Do you think she is in
love with youV* And Mr. Lansrdon
said%angrily, '1 know she is. but that j
has nothing to do with tlie manor |
Can't you he decent for once an.l sot \
a girl free when she doesn't want to
marry youV That made .lames even
more furious, and he fairly shouted.
Mary will learn to love me fast enough,
once we're married, and I shall never
set her free. She has promised and
I'm going to see that she keeps that
promise. Besides, do you think I'm
going to lot everybody say she jilted
me. after we've announced our engage
ment this way? I should say not'"
"Did Mr. Langdon reply?"
"No. He just turned round with a
shrug and walked away, and I came
out and joined my brother."
"Did he ask if you had overheard?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell him of the conversation
between Miss Page and Mr. Langdon?"
"Yes. 1 felt that he ought to know
You?you see. he was my brother, even
though Mary was my friend."
"Did your brother make any com
ment7
"No. he just flushed up a little; then
be laughed and said they'd have to get
over it, and he was going to marry
Mary anyway."
"Did Mr. Langdon ever make any
other plea to your brother, or see Miss
Page again?"
"Not then, but Mr. Brandon told
me?"
"Your Honor!" broke in Langdon.
leaping to his feet. "1 object!"
"The court will sustain that objection."
said the Judge, promptly. "Miss
Pollock, you must not repeat what you
have simply heard from others, only
what you saw and heard yourself."
"May it please the court." cried the
prosecutor, quickly, "I shall be glad to
have all of the answer of the witness
with the exception of the words 'not
then' stricken out. for what Mr. Bran
don said he will teil the court him
self."
Brandon! Langdon winced at the
name, and Mary, lifting her head,
turned a pair of despairing eyes upon
hi::i that seemed to ask if all their
friends were to Tx? leagued against
them in this* fight for life and liberty.
lie could object?could fight to have
. the witness kept our or me stanu?uui
in the end he knew that he would lose
and perhaps lend added weight to the
testimony. He fancied he knew what
THAT would be. and his teeth clenched
in an agony of longing and a rage
against the futility of that desire to
spare Mary the raking up o. these
old memories?memories that brought
a throbbing ache to his own heart that
was only balanced by the bitter exultation
of the thought that at least
Pollock was DEAD now. And lie vow- j
ed to himself that Mary should soon i
be free of the law as well as of James;
but he-did not face the fleeting thought
of the price that might have to be paid
for that freedom of Mary Page.
As for Mary herself, after that one
fleeting glance at Langdon she drooped>
again like a flower cut off from rain j
ana sunngnt ana air.
She would not look at Brandon when
he took the stand, though his eyes as
he glanced from her to Langdon were
full of mute appeal as if he wanted
somehow to explain that it was not
by choice that he stood there; and
there was an aggressive, almost a
hostile note In his voice, as he an
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Eyes Upon Him.
swered the prosecutor's first incisive
question:
"Mr. Brandon, you were present, were
you not, on the night of the dance
given to announce the engagement of
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was."
"You were well acquainted with both
of them?"
"We all grew up together. I was
not particularly intimate with Mr. Pollock,"
said Brandon drily.
"Did anything occur to lead you to
believe that Miss Page was not happy
in her engagement?"
"Yes."
"Will you teU us what that occur?
rence was?"
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tiniil ialer t.lilt ! i.;t i:: t!i<' conservatory.
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me tliat Mary ri-in't want t.. marry
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"What <.'i(i yu:i (!<)";"
"I wont in s<?a:v!i of I^angdon."
"Where did vou find him?"
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Bran Jon flushed. and a train li is eye*'
turned apiealingly toward Lanation as
if begging forgiveness as be said in a
low voice: .
"lie was in cue our, unnsiug wuu :i j
group of workmen."
"Did you join him?"
"Yes. Or. rather, I urged him to j
join me at one of the tables. I was !
surprised to see him take anything to
drink, but when I said so he answered
that he was drinking to forget that he
had lost a girl who still loved him. i
though she was going to marry anoth '
er man. I asked him if he meant Mary J
Page, and he said yes."
"Did you remain with him long?"
"No. i tried to persuade him to j
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wouldn't, I left him. In the hall, how-;
ever. I met Miss Page. I wanted her,
to see Mr. Langdon at that bar. I led
her to the door. 1 remember how horrified
she seemed, and how she struggled
to control herself. I tried to
steady her; but suddenly she went right
over to Langdon's table, and several
loafers gathered around them. She
seemed not to see them at all. Her
mind was apparently on Langdon
alone. Langdon was just sober enough
to realize that Miss Page ought not to
be in such a place. He tried to push
her away; but she cried out, 'Don't
drink any more, Phil!' "
"Did Mr. Langdon make any reply?"
"Yes: He said, 'Why should I stop
riHnkfnir? Whnfc have I to live for?'
Then she put her artns around his |
neck, and it was while they sat thus :
that James Pollock came in. This |
seemed to sober Langdon completely, j
I rushed forward, fearing there .would.
be a horrible scene, and urged Pollock
to go away. He pushed all of us back.
'I want to get at him!' he kept calling.
'Just let me get my hands on him!'
Langdon was trying to get Miss Page j
out of the place. He did succeed, while!
several of us held Pollock back by I
main force, in getting Mary into a lit-,
tie anteroom, a sort of parlor next to j
the cafe."
"Yes, go on. Mr. Brandon," urged the|
prosecutor, who seemed pleased with
his witness.
"W/all Pnllnpb vvn<a rlptprminpd to fftl-i
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low them, and we couldn't prevent him.
I found myself dragged into the little
room with him, and I slammed *hej
door. But James, for some reason, was
calmer now. 'What does this mean,'
Mary?' he said.
"'It means,' Miss Page answered,!
'that I can't marry anyone but Mr.
Langdon,' and Langdon went on. 'Now,:
James, what are you going to do1
about it?'" .
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Langdon know at that time that Mary's
father bad forged Mr. Pollock's check?"
"No, sir, he did not, for Pollock produced
it at that moment, and Langdon
didn't know what it was. He looked
at Miss Page, who seemed overcome!
with emotion. 'What does this mean,!
Marj'?' he asked. But she didn't an-j
swer. Then Pollock told him?the
straight truth. 'Her father did it,' I
remember he said, 'and she's going to
marry me. Now do you understand?'
"Langdon thought he was bluffing.)
'You skunk!' he shouted; and Pollock
waved the check in bis face. Langdouj
grabbed it, and there was a struggle j
The check tore in two, and when Lang-j
don looked at the piece he held, be saw I
that it bore the forged signature, as.'
Dan Page had written it. 1 saw himj
turn white as a sheet But suddenly !
he smiled, and tl^en he went calmly j
over to a lamp on the mantelpiece and j
burned it I remember, as though it;
had been yesterday, how happy Missj
Page looked when she thought this evi- j
dence against her father was de-1
stroyed."
The people in the courtroom gasped
with relief. They could almost share;
Mary's sense of relief. But they were!
soon brought back with a shock as the
witness went on:
"Pollock had fallen down; but he re-!
covered himself, and began to sneer at!
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Langdon. "mat isn i me cuei-n, uujhow,
you fool! That's only a copy?
for just such occasions as this!' "
"Was Miss Page disconcerted?" the
prosecutor wanted to know.
"Oh, yes. sir. She said, 'What shall 11
do, Phil? I'll do whatever you say.' j
And he said, '1 won't influence you
now. Do as your conscience dictates.'
or something like that. I can't remember
every word, of course. There was
something about his not being weak
asaln, and then he turned as if to go.
He looked pretty downhearted."
"What did Pollock do all this time?" j
"He jumped up then, when he saw i
that Langdon's back was turned, and j
tried to put his arms around Miss
Page. She leaped back, as if she hated |
him. I remember she said something
like 'Don't touch me, James Pollock!
I'll keep my word with you?I'll go
through with this, but you'll regret this
night to the end of your life! Yes,
you'll regret it, I tell you!'"
The prosecutor beamed satisfaction.
He rubbed bis bands at tbese last
words and asked:
"Miss Page threatened him, didn't
she, Mr. Brandon?"
"Yes, I suppose you might call it
that," answered the witness readily,
with aDoarentlv no thought that his
testimony might be sealing the prisoner's
doom.
"That is all," said the prosecutor,
looking at the jury with a triumphant
expression.
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take the witness, if you please."
By adroit questioning the young attorney
brought out the fact that Bran
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the .Judze icnniit.d ir t<> no 0:1.
Finally the witness v.as brought
down to the ni?lit when he took Mary
Page to the door of the cafe so that she
might see him. Lanzdon. within.
"Did you notice anything peculiar;
about Miss Pa .ire's appea ranee at that
time? And if so. tell the jury what yon
saw."
Brandon hesitated. He acted like a
man who did not care to answer tms
question.
"Proceed." prompted Lanjrdon.
"Well, yes. I did notice that?" He
paused.
"Go on." prodded Lanjxdon.
"I noticed that Miss Pajre seemed terribly
excited, and when we got to the
door that led to the cafe, there was pos
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"Miss Page threatened him, didn't she*
Mr. Brandon?"
itively an expression of horror on her
face. I never saw any one so unstrung.
She had on an evening gown, or course,
and I saw?" Brandon paused again.
"Yes? What did you see?" cried
Langdon.
"I saw a strange mark on her shoulder-finger-prints
that came and went
in the most uncanny way. I was quite
unnerved myself. Miss Page was t>y
this time looking through the door at
you, Mr. Langdon." ^
i oujeti. miuuicu iuc attorney.
"This story has no bearing?'*
"Overruled." his Honor calmly said.
"This testimony," cried Langdon, &
triumphant note in his voice, "will
have an important bearing on the lineof
defense I shall later adopt" .
"I object again." fairly yelled thenrospoutor.
"Such talk tends to preju
dice the jury?"
"Overruled."again the Judge drawled.
"Is that the first time you ever saw
these marks?" Langdon asked.
"Yes, sir.""And
the last time?"
"No. Six years later?"
"Tell the jury."
The witness coughed, as if preparing
for an ordeal.
"It was rhe night of the opening of
Miss Page in New York. I couldn't
get a seat, so I stood in the rear of the / m
theater, near the side. I was a police
reporter then, and it was almost
time for me ro be on duty at the station.
So I hurried away. Things were
whpn I irot thpre. so 1 sat in a cor
ner near the stove and must have-become
a little drowsy. Pretty soon?I
can't tell what time it was. but it must
have been a couple of hours later?
Langdon came rushing in. He was
lookfng for Mary l'age. We recognized
each other, and 1 was surprised to find
him in such a place on such an errand.
Then he told me of the murder of PolInplv.
"Somehow the night wore on. 1 had
to stay on duty. In the morning, very
eariy, the prisoners were brought out
from the pen. 1 hadn't slept much. A
paper was brought in. and I saw the
staring headlines, telling all about the
murder. That woke me up. 1 can tell
you! What was my surprise, an lusiam.
later, to see Mary Page enter the room
from a side door, in full evening
clothes, but with no hat or coat! I
could scarcely believe my eyes, I
thought I'd gone mad. or something
Why. I'd just been reading about and
there she stood, pale and beautiful.,
but bewildered and frightened- A po lice
officer took hold of her
"'Who is this woman?' the sergeant*,
said. ]
" 'We don't know who she is.' the-officer
answered. 'She wouldn't talk..
She was pulled last night with a couple
of"Just
fhen I was close to her. She
didn't recognize me: she seemed
strangely dazed, almost hypnotized.
Then she caught sight of the paper m
my hand, with its big type running
across the whole front page?'Sensational
Murder.' She grabbed, and read
it, horrified, and we all just stooa tnere
looking at her, without saying a word. '
Even the sergeant was silent She
seemed' to devour the story. And then
?some vision must have come before
her eyes, for she whispered something
about 'a bottle,' 'whiskey.' and her face
and arms became tense. I looked at
her bare shoulder, and that's when 3
saw those strange finger-prints again.
They came and went as before!
"Then the outer door opened, and
you, Mr. Langdon, came in. You looked
tired, haggard, bedraggled.; You still
had on evening clothes. I remember,'*
turning directly to the jury, "what a
sensation Mr. Langdon's presence ereo+iwl
hie noma hflrlnc hppn in eVftTT j
headline too. Miss Page saw him. He
went up to her without a word, and
they embraced each other. And then
Miss Page stepped forward to the sergeant's
desk and whispered, so low
that I could hardly hear her, 4I give
myself up.'
""Evprvhodv was astonished, as yoo
might realize. Then she turned, and
'burled her head on Langdon's shod- M
der."
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