New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1921-12-01

, on evenly "aud they viii moi come
back, You are not fooIing me. /
know you're not hystercu. Tut ]
can ami viii help you II you wjl let
mc. Otherwise must call the uf.
ieers to you, and That win be- very bad
for your husband"
She caught her breath sharply at
this ceased her sobs and raucous
laughter as II She mad turned off IL tap
from which they flowed
"Who-aTc-you2" she asked, not
dehantIN but evidently to give her
self time TO plan her actions
Il Am Here 10 Help You"
| guessed her dilemma, and hoped
that was not wrong in my deduc-
ton. She was still under the deluaion
that the man Smith was powerful
That. the fear whichs had blanched
her face and widened her eyes was
divided between him and the officers
of the law was patent. Whatever hold
Smith had upon her husband or
father whichever Kronish was. was
potent one. | wondered if there was
any willingness in their allegiance, or
If it were based wholly upon fear,
with the secret rebellious loathing
which always accompanies such an al
lance, and l resolved to gamble upon
the latter theory.
"A representative of the law" !
said, trying not to be too stilted, but
| am here to help you, not to hurt
you, Listen !" l used the word
which observation has told me is al
most necessary when talking to GER
tain types of mentality, Smith is
through, done for. He has no more
power over anybody. He has run
away, and if the officers catch him he
will be taken straight to prison. He
never can hurt Mr. Kronsh or you
any more in any way, and nothing he
can say against you will be believed
IL you only are willing to help the
law"
Her eyes, large, unwinking, had
been fixed on me while I spoke, and
remained steadily gazing at me when
| finished. I realized that she was
weighing me, and I gazed squarely
into her eyes, tensely willing her to
believe me.
power?" she asked at last.
"Wherc Is Your Husband?"
Il swear it." | returned promptly |
with as much solemnity as though | |
were upon a witness stand in court
room.
"All right" she said at last. Il be
lieve you. What do you want me to
.en?"
Where is your husband? %
IF he got away. he has run
through the woods to a place down
the road where Smith has a--has a"
Hidden garage" l supplied. The
words seemed to come to me on the
spur of the moment. A second be-
fore l had had no thought of such
solution, but it seemed to be the eff
ncient preparation which man like |
Smith would make.
Yes He eyes widened in amaze
ment How do you know?'
Never mind" l returned, willing
she should think me possessed of
secret information. What then?"
He will get the automobile ready
and take Smith to his home or any
|
him. But oh. lady! .Kronish is my
man, and he is good. He does not
help Smith be bad, he Just has to help
lin get away"
will you come with me and some
officers and show us that garage if |
promise that neither you nor Kronish
will be hurt?" ! asked. feeling safe
n making the promise, for ! was
willing to stake anything upon the
essential rectitude of kronish and his
wife.
Yes, but if you are not telling me
he truth, and Smith comes back, |
.hink he will kill me"
Il am telling you the truth, and
Smith will not dare to touch you" I
returned. Wait here a minute l
will come back with the officer. He
s very kind, DO not be afraid"
Col. Travers was standing on the
'eranda. l went swiftly to him and
ouched his sleeve.
She has told me where her hus-
,and is I said, "in hidden garage
Town the road. If you hurry"
Good work" he commented, turn
NJ Will me loWdIu luG MOUSE, we
will get her at"
A shout from the lawn brought us
Witty around facing in that direction
rom the woods at the side strobe
)icSy, hatless and dishevelled, butd
With a certain air of jauntiness which
lie never loses, holding firmly by the
rm the rotund little figure Of
<ronish.
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