New Britain herald., 1919-08-22
MY HEART and MY HUSBAND ADELE GhRRISON'S NEW PHASE OF
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tho school until %he next day and that I might close up and go home.
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 "I didn't notice anything unusual about his manner" 1 answered, )uS- tifving the falsehood to myself by the excuse that there was no use arouslng the fears of the woman before me lO any higher pitch than they had al- ready reached.
 Then she wasn't dead when he telephoned you." Her voice held eX- cited, triumphant assertion
 ''She couldn't have been.' 1 af- frmed steadily, while all the time there beat like hammer upon my brain the memory of the cry l had heard Milly Stockbridge give over the telephone but few moments before my strange phone conversation With my principal
 II knew it." she said ''They're- they're trying to say that she had been dead for nearly three-quarters of an hour when the doctor got there, when Kenneth says-Kenneth says
 Alice Holcombc's Fear.
 See here let's get down to facts on this thing" I said With a brisk matter-of- -factness I was far from feeling. You just answer my ques- tons, and don't try to speculate upon what you don't know. Who found her?'
 Her husband.'
 What time?''
 "Six-thirtv about The doctor was there within five minutes after Ken meth telephoned him, he says, and ne reached the house at six-forty."
 ''That's pr. Irons?"
 Yes. How did you know?'
 "I was standing on the platfornl waiting for the train, when l saw him leave the office in a tearing hurry. It must have been just about six thirty-tive when I saw him go."
 Then he's telling the truth about the time he got there" There was a note of despondency in her voice.
 "Why shouldn't he?" I asked startled.
 He's Milly's uncle" she returned shortly, and then her hands twisted together.
 "Oh!" she said I'm so afraid Milly's people are going to try to lay the blame upon Kenneth in some way"
 My blood chilled, not altogether from her words.
 But how can they?" I asked, more confidently than I felt. ou say she died by poison. In that case, the proba blities are most strongly in favor of accident or suicide, are they not?"
 a- ."Of course, it was suicide." she cried defantly. She's been threat ening it for years. Kenneth always keeps his photographic stuff locked up securely-you know there are pojsons in that
 Yes, I knoW," I nodded, with the remcmb brance of Dicky's interesting description of a murder case in which the poison which killed the victim had been surreptitiouslv obtained from the studio of an amateur photogra ph- CT of his acquaintance.
 Don't Worry"
 "But'-her voice lowered instinct lively, and she leaned forward in her chair, her eyes fixed on mine-"there were red marks upon her wrists, fresh ones, as if she had been in struggle. IT saw them,"
 I caught my breath instinctively. Once more I heard Milly Stock bridges raucous voice shouting at me over the telephone, then her stiHeI exclamations, "Oh!" and "Don't." and then that absolute, dreadful silence. . l heard som ething else, too, some thing which I would have given much to be able to forget-the agitated
 
 spoke words which, in the light of these later developments, held an al lost sinister significance.
 Don't worry about anything which may have been said to you," he had said. T have-attended-to that"