Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-07-20

SiC lalteIeu, remembering the WnlLe lace
she had seen looking in at the window
Il have met him before"
He is lot Cornishman, know" the
inspector said quickly May l ask the
circumstances in which you encountered
him Z"
There was a perceptible pause Patri-
cIa longed to draw herself up to proclaim
boldly, He is my husband!" but the
fear that by so doing she might supply
the apparent lack of motive restrained
her
Her eyes moved restlessly. Mr.. Ire
vorra stared at her in open amazement,
and the inspector shot keen glance at
her from beneath his bushy eyebrows.
Tit was some time ago" she said;
L could not tell you the precise particu-
lars"
Mr.. Trevorra drew a deep breath.
But thought you told me"
The inspector opened the door,
we must not detain you, madam" he
said.
But the arrest-you will rot make
it ?" Patricia faltered.
THAT, madam, you must leave to us"
The tone was final, the gesture that ac-
companied it imperative and she found
herself in the hall and the door closed
behind her.
There she stood for moment. feeling
too dazed to comprehend anything but
that her husband was in danger of arrest
that by some means he must be saved.
But how? She wrung her hands as she
realized her own helplessness.
A page boy came into the hall strug-
Ttlnn aal-a ID nx,I -
Amusement to see one of the ladies' up so
early, and through the open door she
caught sight of a dog cart standing out
side. A policeman was holding the horse,
another was strolling about close by.
The sight brought home to her the terri
BILE peril in which Forman stood, peril it
seemed to her in which her own incon-
ceivable folly had placed him.
At last thought struck her. While
the inspector was closeted with Mr.. Ire
vorra might it not be possible for her to
warn Justin of his impending arrest and
so enable him to escape? With some
idea of getting out of the house unseen
by the policemen she unfastened one of
the French windows which opened on to
the lawn at the back Scarcely had she
done so when a man came across from
the shrubbery and disappeared through
the gate leading to the Kitchen garden.
Patricia rubbed her eyes. Surely she
must be dreaming. It could not be that
Justin, ignorant of his danger, was thus
thrusting his head into the lions mouth.
Without giving herself time to think
she stepped outside and hurried after
HIN.
The grass in the park was damp with
dew, her thin house shoes were wet
through long before she reached the gar
den gate, her bedraggled skirts chung
round her.
Patricia glanced round cautiously; she
could see no sign of her husband, and she
ventured in and walked across. All was
apparently silent and deserted, and she
was beginning to be afraid that he had
gone out by some other way when she
heard the sound of footsteps and saw
him in his shirtsleeves, bucket in either
hand, come quickly round the corner and
hurried after him; he was standing at
the opposite end of the long winery, the
buckets on the floor beside him, appar-
emily lost in contemplation of one of
the vines.
He turned his head at the sound of the
closing door and his face hardened.
Patricia crossed hurriedly to him.
dustin. was looking for you-to tell
you that you must go-go quickly!"
Forman had not moved; his eyes were
fixed upon her sternly.
"Whyf" he asked.
Because they suspect you-they are
coming to arrest you" Patricia painted,
looking restlessly round the great glass
house, at the big clusters of grapes, any
where except at the condemning face of
the man watching her.
"To arrest nal" Forman raised his eye
brows. For what ?"
"For-for-they think you killed himl"
There was a pause. Patricia glanced
miserably at Forman; there was no soft
ening in his eys. no relaxing of the stern
lines of his mouth.
At last he broke the silence.
"Stonor! Why should they think 1
killed him?"
Over Patricia's pale cheeks there swept
hot, shamed flush; her eyes sought
the ground a distant clock struck the
hour.
With a start she reused herself
Justin, there is not a moment to be
lost--you must go at once! See, have
money-your money !"-she tried to
thrust her purse into his unresponsive
hand. eve can send more"
1870, @.AzAA,hX do you want me to go?" he said,
watching her pleading face intently.
Because I don't want you-because
you are my husband" Patricia cried.
He laughed harshly.
81 see. Inconvenient as the appendage
NAV be, there are, ways of obtaining your
freedom that are distinctly more unpleas-
ant than retaining bondage which Ger
taiply in your case sits but lightly" His
significant glance pointed his meaning,
Patricia shrank from him~ashamedly,
but her anxiety overeame every other
feeling.
"Still-you viii 20. Justin"
$50 that the beautiful Mrs. Forman
may not incur the obloquy Of having her
husband tried for murder?' he inquired
sarcastically. Il prefer to meet 1he
charge, thank you!"
Patricia's eyes flashed.
you know that did not mean that,