The Hope pioneer., 1922-10-26
state Of Colorado. to Do your full due

state Of Colorado. to DO your full dub
In arriving at your verdict"
The jury, half risen from the chairs,
some with their left hands held high
above them, some with their right,
swore In mumbling tones to do their
duty, whatever that might be. The
coroner surveyed the assemblage.
"First Witness" he called out |;
''Harry Harkins II
Harry went forward, clumsily seek
Ing the witness chair. He was ques-
toned regarding nothing more than
the mere finding Of the body, the iden-
tif1cation by means of the watch, and
the notification of the coroner. Fair
child was called, to suffer no more
from the queries of the investigator
than Harry. There was pause. It
seemed that the inquest was over. A
few people began to move toward the
door-only to halt. The coroner's
voice had sounded again:
"Mrs. Laura Rodainel"
Prodded to her feet by the squint-
eyed man beside her, she rose and,
laughing in silly fashion, stumbled to
the aisle, her straying hair, her ragged
clothing, her big shoes and shuffling
gait all blending with the wild, eerie
look Of her eyes, the constant MUNICH
ing Of the almost toothless mouth.
Again she laughed, In a vacant, em-
barrassed manner, as she reached the
stand and held up her hand for the
administration of the oath. Fairchild
leaned close to his partner.
eat least she knows enough for
that"
Harry nodded.
"she knows lot, that ole girl. They
say she writes down in book every
thing she does every day. But what
can she be ere to testify tor
The answer seemed to come in the
questioning voice of the coroner.
"Your name, please?'
Laura Rodaine. Least, that's the
name 60 by. Ny real maiden name
is Laura Masterson, and"
"Rodaine will be sufficient. Your
age?"
II think It's sixty-four. If had my
book could tell. +"
'Your book?"
eyes, I keep everything in a book.
But it isn't here. couldn't bring it."
"The guess will be sufficient. in this
case. You've lived here good many
years, Mrs. Rodaine?"
@'Yes. Around thirty-f1ve. Let's see
yes, I'm sure it's thirty-lve. My boy
was born here-he's about thirty and
we came here five years before that"
II believe you told me tonight that
you have habit Of wandering around
the hillsY'
Eyes, I've done that-I do it right
along-Ive done 1t ever since my hus-
band and split up-that was just
little while after the boy was born"
Sufficient. merely wanted to es-
tablish that fact. In wandering about,
did you ever see anything, twenty
three or four years ago or so, that
would lead you to know something Of
the death Of the man into whose de-
mise we are inquiring?"
II know something. I know lot.
But I've never figured it was anybody's
business but my own. So haven't told
it. But remember"
"What, Mrs. Rodaine?"
"The day Sissie Larsen was sup
posed to leave town-that was the day
he got killed."
'Do you remember the date?"
'No-1 don't remember that"
"Would it be In your book?"
"No-no-it wouldn't be In my book,
I looked"
"But you rememberr'
"Just like as If it was yesterday"
"And what you saw-did it give you
any idea"
II know what I saw"
sand did it lead to any conclusion?"
EYES," -
'What, may I ask7'
'That somebody had been mur-
dered!"
'Who-and by whom?"
Crazy Laura munched at her tooth.
less gums for a moment and looked
again toward her husband. Then, her
watery, almost colorless eyes search
ing, she began survey Of the big
room, looking intently from one figure
to another. On and on-inally to
reach the spot where stood Robert
Fairchild and Harry, and there they
STOPPED. A lean finger, knotted by
rheumatism, darkened. by sun and
wind, stretched out.
eyes, know who did it, and know
who got killed. 1t was 'Sissie' Larsen
he was murdered. The man who
did 1t was fellow named Thornton