The Washington times., 1921-04-16
mrs. MOLAW.
HELDFOR Jury.
.BLAMES MATE.
Persian Wouldn't Forgive Tiny
Scratch on Cheek, She Says,
Admitting Shooting.
HUSBAND PLANNED DIVORCE
Police Learn Antique Dealer
Suspected Wife of Miscon-
duct-She Denies II.

"He gave me the silent treat
ment. 1t racked my nerves! 1t set
me almost crazy. That's why I
took the gun and, half-mad, fired
the shot that killed my Abdul
So declared Mrs. Lydia Gertrude
.Kanode Molavi just before she faced
a coroner's jury at noon today. She
had already admitted that she shot
and killed her husband. Hosseirn
Molavi, Persian, twenty
six years old, in their room at 1914
Rhode Island avenue northwest on
Thursday night.
HELD FOR GRAND LARCENY.
The jury. empaneled by Coroner ].
| Ramsay hewitt. helc pewoman. who
is twenty-five years old. for the ac-
tion of the grand jury, which win
be asked to bring an Indictment
ci arging her with nrst degree mur-
der.
! Mrs. Molavi confessed to the slay-
irg at 0 o'clock last night. For six
hours yesterday she maintained she
was innocent Of the killing of her
husband, declaring he had committed
suicide. She had been subjected to a
severe third degree The pistol that
killed the Persian had been placed
in front of her. But she failed to
confess.
At 8 o'clock yesterday afternoon,
after IL had been demonstrated to her
how the killing must have occurred,
Detective Sergeant Fred NJ. Cornwell
declared to her:
"Fbfs In either n old-blooded mur-
der or Rn accident. This man ives
4 NJ
was In your hands,
! The woman WINGED.
"I'm tired" she declared. Leave me
/ alone for n while. Come and see me
st Z o'clock"
Detective Cornwel took her to the
House of Detention. She ate but lit
tie supper. She was nervous. Long
before Cornwell arrived she asked
that he be sent for When the detec-
tive reached the House of Detention
and returned with the woman to po-
lice headquarters. she declared that
she Intended to tell the truth.
THEN SHE CONFESSED.
Here is her story:
On Wednesday my husband and
had looked at a house at sixteenth
| and Corcoran streets. He had planned
to open an antique shop. The broker
wanted $4,000 for the property. NV
| husband wanted to pay only $4,000
! | urged him to pay the brokers' price
He refused and when we reached
home we quarreled. During the quar-
rel I scratched his face. He beca me
angry. pleaded with him to forgive
me. He would not recognise me-. I
could not sleep.
| thursday he stayed home until s
O'Clock in the afternoon. I tried to
set him to talk I begged him TO
speak TO me. hut he gave me tho
silent treatment. Oh, how xuf-
fered! God only knows.
AT o'clock he put on his hat
and coat. 1 said Abdul, where are
you going? He would not answer.
At IL o'clock he came back to tho
apartment I said: Abdul. where
have you BEEN He made no answer
Won't you have a cup Of tear I
asked him. He said nothing.
CRAZED ny SILENCE.
Calmly he took OF his clothes. I
watched him. I tried to get him to
talk. He carefully folded up his
trousers. He did II in a scornful way,
glancing toward me but not uttering
a word He put on his pajamas and
picking up newspaper got In bed.
/ was watching all this. His silence
bnIf crazed me.
"ln desperation, told him was
going to leave him. l began taking
my clothes from the bureau. sud
denly saw IA revolver. I thought
could intimidate him by leveling
Il in his direction. / spoke to him.
He gave me another scornful look
and. and there was n flash of fire.
don't know how the trigger was
snapped. Hut I killed my Abdul
And she broke into sobs.
After she had shot the man, she
told the police, she noticed the agony
of pain on his face as he arose from
the bed and tumbled helplessly to the
floor
81 rushed to his eide and took his
head In my hands" she said. speak.
speak l implored breathlessly. nut
no answer came For moment he
opened his eyes and gazed pat me.
The lids then closed slowly and the
end came. While a physician was b. :
ins sought I continued TO hold his
head. hut as tho doctor was a long
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