Evening star., 1915-12-05

LII was GlaSDury speaking. lie was
half sitting, half lying, on the big brown
leather couch in DR.. Laneham's library.
About him were the Doctor, Judge Bishop,
d. Hope and Willings, Jimmy, and In
spector McGloyne, and in the room below
was another, in handouts, waiting to be
brought up to tell his part of the story.
"My only comfort is knowing that |
am in no way responsible for the death of
Mrs. Fisher. How heavily that of Hooley
must rest on me you will judge when l
have finished. have been such a moral
coward as | did not believe existed in this
world. know, and DIR. Laneham knows,
that little more and my reason would
have broken down. Yet, so far from
having any knowledge of Mrs. Fishers
murderer, my own relationship to her was
solely that of man who tried to help her,
and who for weeks had been working by
her side. We had been writing play"
"Oh!" cried ID. Hope, "was that it?'
"Yes, that was it. | remember you,
Miss Hope. You came upon us one eve
ming at the Casa Grande entrance. And,
following her first impulse, Mrs. Fisher
hurried back to beg you, | think, to say
nothing about it till you, and every one,
would understand
"She did-she did!' the girl confirmed
al didn't know then who you We're, and
she didn't tell me. She only said-and
her eyes were shining so!-that | would
understand sometme-when she was fa-
nous. l promised, and that was what
kept from DIR. Laneham."
1--WE We're writing a play together"
Glasbury went on. al met her first
nearly year ago, at an Arts and Letters
dinner. | could see at once that she was
an unhappy woman. She had just begun
to find herself. And she had been trying
to find happiness in the usual things-old
furniture, rare jewelry,-the azure pearls,
for example, that we've heard so much
about,-and your settlement-house work,
Miss Hope. That meant a lot to her.
But she had never found any real eX-
preston for herself. She asked me whether
| thought she could ever write a play.
There were so many things she wanted to
say, she said; and she felt, somehow, that
she could say them in play. And in the
end she asked me if | would help her.
an nine hundred and ninety-nine cases
in the thousand, of course, | should have
made the usual polite evasion. But even
by then had begun to see that she was
big. And very soon l was proposing
that we work out something together.
at was only then, | think, that she
realized what one of her real difficulties
was going to be. Judge Bishop, you
knew her private affairs; and from the
first you've known Fisher Well, | must
say now the thing that he must answer
later. With man like that spying upon
her, it was simply impossible that she
should act normally and openly.
"I suggested, naturally, that she come
to my office to work; but l soon found
that out Of the question. went twice to
her apartment; and on the second oc-
cason the rotter insulted us there. | took
it for granted, myself, that that ended
everything. But her very pride and anger
apparently made her determined that
come what might, it should not end it.
What we had planned should be done in
some way. And the way was found.
ave had already discovered that our
apartments adjoined, with only thin,
soft-tle partition between. 1t was just
at the time the Electric Protection work