The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-31

said so Didn't even want to room with me when she came, but got Mrs. Lorne to give her a room to her self. She won't he here long, though, now the poor mistress is gone"
 Because she's no good a per sonal maid. I heard Miss Cassie say So herself. Anybody can mend lace and keep things picked up, but she's such a. blockhead she cant even take. messages cover the phone for Miss Cissie and she has to attend to it for herself Miss Cissie complained about it to her mother only few days be- fore the poor lady hurt herself with that needle, but Mrs. Lorne liked her away. I guess things'll be different now."~
 It was quite evident that the af- fronted Jane would be quite willing to continue the subject indefinitely, but the detective had learned what took advantage of the opening which offered.
 What was the needle like which caused Mrs. Lorne's illness. Did you see it?''
 Indeed I did, sir" Jane visfbly sweIied with importance. Wasn't it ne went and got it when the doctor asked to see it? Miss Meade came out of the sickroom and told me to go get it, and I did, but I wrapped my hand up good in 9 towel before touched it, sir. asayou may believe. There it was, sticking into the work she'd dropped as innocent as if it wasn't the cause of what was going to be the poor -lady's death. It had become unthreaded from the red silk, but it was right in place for the next stitch.
 ''I gave it to Doctor Adams myself, and then he sent Ine back for: some ~ el r hot too."
 "Jane, when MT. Chalmers died last week, who told you of it?''
 Peters. sir. It was too early for me to do the rooms upstairs and I'd cleaned all the parlor floor and was down in the kitchen when he came as white as a sheet and told us. was like to faint, sir, and I haven't got the black fear off me yet! I'd be giving notice but for Miss Meade; she's so kind of helpless that l couldn't bear to leave her in the iurch, but I'm more scared than ever now"
 Well, that picture falling always means death, sure; and the way acci- dents have been happening in the family looks like there was a. curse on it, sir. There's 3 dog that comes and hoyyls under the windows every
 
 That's all nonsense, Jane. Did you hear anything last night; not only when the, picture fell but after ward, late in the night?" s
 "I did not. sir, thanks bel" She crossed, herself deyoutly; then her upon the detective. ''I h card nathtn g from the time I laid my head on the pillow at 9 o'clock until tila alarEn clock went off. I was dusting the N r tumbling down the stairs"
 '@Why didn't you go out to help him."
 ''Because I was too scared to move,"s Jane responded frankly. rAfter they'd got him in the library I ccept out and down to the kitcheu.'' .'' You were scared. eh? Just be cause MT. I.orne fell downstairs % OdelPs tone was scornful and Jane bvidled beneath it.
 After the deaths and all, it's no wonder I was. I thought he was dead, too, and it put me in a panic. if it's all nonsenese, sir. as you say, why it is that the police are here?"
 He laughed at the impudent thrust.
 ''To put a stop to the silly notions you've all got. Jane, that morning when young MT. Chalmers died, who cleaned up his room and the bath room after the undertaken had gone?'
 Jane's color ebbed in her cheeks. ''I did, sir; me and the cook to- gether, for I wouldn't have gone into that room alone for all the money In | the world" She shuddered. "We didn't wait for the undertaken either; | as soon as the doctor came and the | med-medical examiner, I think you ] call it-and made out papers as to | how the poor young gentleman had died, the body was carried into the of the guest rooms across the hall and me and the cook started in on the bathroom. It was fairly ghastly sir. There was blood everywhere She was evidently going on with a gruesome relish. but the detective in- | terrupted her.
 Did you notice any on the tub ?'' "YeS, sir. The marks of poor MT Julian's hands covered with it. where 1 he'd tried to keep himself up." Both hands, Jane Are you sure of it?''
 ''I don't need the cook to corroborate 1 you, Jane." The detective rose. 'But l I want to have a, little talk with her nevertheless. Will you show me tc l the kitchen"
 Jane hesitated.
 ] Shell be starting lunch soon, sir | and I'd not like to be the" one te bother d1er. She's good hearted but | fiery, being French" | Never mind about that. I want tc see her."
 | With obvious trepidation Jane lee | the way downstairs to a spacious | kitchen where. a very fat woman stood at the table beating eggs. She glanc- ed up. lifting a triple row of chins and glared at the intruders; and Jane | turned incontinently and fled. Good morning, Marce1le." He l recalled opportunely that Miss Meade | had mentioned her name to him. | Bon jour, monsieur" she respond. ed with native politeness, but hel
 small eyes were stony. Will monsieur have the goodness to tell me what he | desires in my kitchen? ?'' L. "Something more important thar
 that very excellent omelet you art making" he smiled genially. "Tn | from police headquarterS.''
 -'So I have heard, monsieur, bu the children must eat just the same do not know where this hous' would go to if it were not for me
 No one keeping regular hours, no on, eating" She turned to him and helE | out both hands. "I ask you; mon sieur, how one can take the sorrow | when it comes, how one can bear tn fear of he knows not what, if he hay, not the full stomach? Me. I an
 afraid, I tr'rernble. I think I shal be the next that this so evil fient