The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-06-03
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN
 Copyright. 1910. By Anna Katharine Rohlfs
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 less rawlings. and such they doubtless were, but there was one of them which attracted my attention and of which should like an explanation. I wish had that wOman'S little book here. should like to read for myself those wandering utterances."
 You can," was the unexpected and welcome reply. ''I took them all down In shorthand as they fell from Dr. Perry's lips. I have not had time since to transcribe them, but I can read some of them to you if you will give me an idea as to which ones you want"
 Read the frst-what she said on the day of the funeral. I de not think the rest matter very much"
 Clifton took a paper from her pocket and after only short delay read out these words. among others:
 December the 5th.-At $40 p. m.. as the services neared their close, a violent change took place in her ap- pearance, and she uttered in shrill tones those astonishing words which mortified all below and made us feel that she had a clairvoyant knowledge of the closing of the casket then taking place.
 "'Break it open. break it open. and see if her heart is therev"
 Pause there" said That is what i mean. 1t was not the only time she uttered that cry. If you will glance farther down you will come across a second exclamation of the like char acter."
 "Yes; here it is. 1t was while the ubiquitous Sweetwater was housing about the room" ...
 Read the very words he heard. I have a reason. Clifton. Humor me for this once.''
 "CertainIy-no trouble. She cried this time: Break it open. Break the glass and look in. Her heart should be there-her heart-her heartr Hor- rible, but you insisted. Ranelagh."
 "I thought I heard that word glass" I muttered. more to myself than to him. Then, with a choking fear of giving away my thought. but unable to resist the opportunity of settling my own fears. asked, Was there glass in tbe casket lid:p
 'Eo: there never is.''
 "But she may have thought thert was" I suggested hastily. Then be- fore he could reply, What do you think the nurse meant by a violent change in her patient?"
 Why. she reused up, I suppose moved or made some wild or feverish gesture"
 '@That is what should like to know. Is the detective, Sweetwater, still in town?''
 '.I believe so; came up for the in- quest, but goes back tonight"
 See him, Clifton. Ask him to re- late this scene. He was present, you know. Get him to talk about it. You can. and without rousing his suspi- cion. keen as they all say he is. And when he talks listen and remember what he says. But don't ask questions Do this for me. Clifton. Some day 1 may be. able to explain my request, but not now.'
 I'm at your service,'' he replied, but he looked hurt at being thus set to work in the dark, and I dared say nothing to ease the situation. He came in again toward evening. and this was what he told me:
 Il have seen Sweetwater and was more fortunate in my interview than I expected He talked freely and in the course of the conversation described the very occurrence in which you are so interested. Carmel had been lying quietly previous to this outbreak, but suddenly started into feverish life and. raising herself up in her bed. pointed straight before her and uttered the words we have repeated. That's all there was to it, and don't see. for my part. what you have gained by a repe- tition of the same CT why you lay so much stress upon her gesture. What she said was the thing. though even t.,lt Is immaterial from legal point of view. which is the only view of any Importance to you or to me at this juncture'
 Soon after this Clifton left me and l could think out my hideous thought undisturbed.
 Carmel had pointed straight before her. shouting out, "Break in the glass;
 l knew her room. had been taken in there once by Adelaide. as a se- ouence to long conversation about Carmel, shortly after her first return from school. Adelaide wished to show me the cabinet on the wall. the cabinet at which Carmel undoubtedly pointed. if her bed stood as it stood then. It was not quite full at that time. It did not contain Adelaide's heart among the other broken toys which Carmel had destroyed with her own hand and foot in her moments of frenZied pas sion. Adelaide had kept them all. locked behind glass and in full view of the child's eyes night and day, that the shame of those past destructive NCments might guard her from their repetition and help her to understand her temper and herself. I could not doubt her gcflt after this. Whatever peace her forgetfulness had brought. whatever innocent longing after Adelaide. the wild cry of those first few hours. ere yet the impressions finer awful experience had succumb- ed to disease. revealed her secret and showed the workings of her conscience. J. had not been understood by others; 1t had passed as an awesome episode.