The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-07-26
The Window
 By MARY ROBERTS RINEHART
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"I have been thinking or him, U1 answered. If we could get Wardrqp there on some plausible excuse 1t would take Anderson about ten min. ntes, with his instruments and eexperi-f mental psychology, to know everything Wardrop ever forgot"
 "I'll go on one condition, Burton said, preparing to leave. I'll promise to get Wardrop and have him on the, spot at 2 o'clock tomorrow"
 About 4 o'clock woman came who refused to be turned away. She was of medium height, quietly dressed and fairly handsome. My first impression was favorable. She moved with cer- tain dignity, and she was not laced, crimped or made up. I am more so- phisticated now. The lady who tells me things says that the respectable women nowadays outrouge, outcrimp. and outiacs the -unrespectable.
 However, the illusion was gone the mSnsnt she began to speak. Her rclce was heavy, throaty, expression lees. She threw it like a weapon. am perfectly honest in saying that for M moment the surprise of her voice putweished the remarkable thing she W&s saying.
 sT ann Mrss ssAslan Fleming" she said, with certain husky defiance.
 aT begAyour pardon" I said after a R5anuka. ssFon mean the Allan Elem hg who has just dfedr'
 ghe nodned. Vi could see she was nnable just then Ete speak. She had nerTed herself to nthe interview, but k waseeEident that there was a real Erief. I saw now that she was in mourning.
 MDo you %mean,% | asked incredu-j Dusfy,. ''that Mfr. Fleming married "a pecond time?'
 ~He marriaas mest three years ago in Psattsburg. came from there last night. Iseculdn't leave before"
 Docs Miss Fleming know" about his second marriagey'
 <Nc. Nobody knew about it. Ihave had b put up with great deal, MT. Knox. It's hard thing for woman bo know that people are talking about her and all the time she's married as GRht as ring and book can do it.' sI suppose" hazarded, ''if that is he case you have come about the es- htey
 @mstatel' Her tone was scornful. T guess I'll take what's coming to me, as far as that goes, and it won't 7 be much. No, I came to ask what hey mean by saying Allan Fleming ailied himself"
 Don't you think he Sdid?"
 sI know he did not" she said tense ly. aNot only that, know who did it It was Echwartz-Henry Schwartz You don't know Schwartz. I was mar. ried to him for fifteen years. I took him when he had saloon in the Fifth ward, ate Plattsburg. The next year he was alderman. I didn't expect in those days to see him riding around il an automobile, not but what he was making money, for Henry Schwartz is a money maker, That's why he's boss of the state now"
 '.And you divorced himT'
 "He was a brute," she said vindic lively. "He wanted me to go back to him, and I told him would rather die. took big house and kept bach elor suits for gentlemen. MT. Fleming lived there and-he married me three years ago. He and Schwartz had to stand together, but they hated each other"
 sSchwartzr I meditated. "Do you happen to know if Senator Schwartz was in Plsttsburg at the time of the mur-of Mir. Fleming's deathr'
 He was here in Manchester
 ''He had threatened Mir. Fleming's life?n As
 He had already tried to kill him the day we were married. He stabbed him twice, but not deep enough"
 looked at her in wonder For this woman, not extraordinarily handsome two men had fought and one had died -according-to her story.