Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-09-22


conscious, supporting myself by
the banister at the lower step.
TT seemed impossible that could ever
climb the stairs with knees like putty |
and a heart action pounding at the |
lest exertion.
footsteps and movement. above, people |
hvrrying here and there, and Won |
dered vaguely why they should be up |
at this hour. A football sounded on
the landing and, looking up, I could |
see Anne Roderick's trained nurse |
staring down at me. Ct. ,
"'Dr: Amesl" she cried. we thought
Won hadn't returned last night. went
Icrvour room and found 1t empty. We've
been trying to telephone to your town |
apartment. I'm glad you're here"
Then seeing my evident state OF col
LAPSE she exclaimed, But what's the
nfatter?" NC.
arm unwell," answered thickly, but
that will pass. Do you mind giving
me a hand?" And when she had come
dtwn whats wrong? Why have
you needed me?"
She peered curiously at my face:
which, suppose, was the color OF
WHATS wrong?" I repeated.
she hesitated a moment and then,
with frighned look, Anne RooerlcK Is
s"Dead?" exclaimed, aghast:: 'Dead?"'
And there required OF a sudden tnat
vision of my sleep. -.
SIn the night. some time" she con-
tfnued. IT don't know when. ! woke
to- And her uncovered, staring at the
window. She didn't answer. and I
went to her, but she was dead.
T'The window" ] whispered.
ayes, suppose 1t was q suoden az
tack. But what's important Is for some
one tn take charge of Miss Eleanor.
She's half distracted. We can't get ner
from Anne's room. Listen. go
sThrough the twilight Of the house,
Geld in the gray of dawn, came tne
thin broken sound of woman weeping.
Her hypocrisy; at tno saL n 0iiieris
"She won't let us; she says she won't
see him." .v,,,,r
with the effort. Was this also con.
tinued dream, a place OF pnanConS!
The vagueness OF the surrounonsS, my
own dazed condition, all seemed part
and parcel Of drugged sleep.
I remember, supported by the nurse.
pfoping with my hand along the wall
osan interminable corridor. remem.
Der standing above couch on Wn!Cn
lay a dead form, but at the Sioe; han.
hand. her dark hair covering her Shout
dsrs, knelt Eleanor. I spoke 70 ner
eSain and again before she heard.
Then, lifting her face. stained ana
distorted, she cried to me, I kept ner
here. killed her when she would nave
been saved. I let her die at GREENHOUSE
for nv own evil will. My sin! nay SnI
There was nothing could say or 40: |
Indeed shaken as was and hardly able
torstand, felt whatever strength nao
."Teii Hasta to 60 in MSS Eleanor's
machine for DR.. Melroy, VINO taxes my
cases" said to the nurse. I'm dFaio
I'VE can't find Hasta." she returned,
lowering her voice. HE was here iaSt |
night. bat he seneS to have gone.
:But I felt too i'll even for interest," IN |
this statement. "Well, telephone Mercy
to come as soon as he can and ten nun
about her condition ana aooeo'
She stared. What shall I tell him.
Doctor, about yours?"
looked over at the kneeling ngure
of Eleanor, her bare arms extenoeo OF
the bed. Tell him an overdose OF
morphine" I answered; And, dlsie-
garding the nurses snocEen geo eE RnTss at
the notice station. He'll want to know,
/ managed to get to my room, but an
+l4e while there rang in my ears q |
crv cat Greyhouse-my sin! MY sn!
And then I tainted, ana IL was MUuie
before regained CONSCIOUSNESS mess; n WMn
I did, found Morse ana Carl naiiion
standing beside me. - -
@Tt's no good" said Morse, eying me |
coolIv after my attempted explanation
"MoTnhine won't do. DR.. Melroy knows
YOU don't take 1t. Carl mere knows ~;
and know it. NOW tell US ~l"' c'u
occur" -.'.'- -:
sit might make it easier for you.
Hesta was no doubt an INFINITE
scoundrel. I believe he was an &C
cornplice of my brothers. 6eiieve ne
thought you suspected nun 1n.,,,. H KIM late
one night? I didn't like his face wnen
he told me of it. AT all events. mes
disappeared, and taken some jewels OF
Eieanor's with him." .-
T looked at Morse. a. f,
TITS a fact" he agreed; Ano "a,
ttink Carts probably right In his
to XIII you. He's distinctly a bad Gus
' aBut. II" began and then
seeing the detectives eyes marrow, SOP.
ped Short. But I haven't admitted
any attempt" I conclua a:ah+ ..we,,
item, perhaps this will make confession
easier-we've examined the wine ~
YOUR glass, as well as the sandwiches"
s@And you found?" exclaimed.
ss'Nothing." returned Morse, nothing
ak all. Perfectly good wine, and
LIGHTLY stale sandwiches. So. you
.soupft YOU had been poisoned with
tneSii" he continued, smiling. "Obv1-
could hardly credit my senses.
Obviously I had been poisoned with
the wine; thought could even name
. the drug, and yet here they reported
tIfat the Barbera was innocent:
"Who made the examinationP !
asked.
-"Why, then. you see," retortsd
scflbbornly, that was telling the
tnsitll about the morphine. Don't lets
talk any more about 1t.
Morse smiled. Very well: think
we've learned what we wanted, IN any
case: I mean regarding your opinion
about the wine. Well agree that you
believed you took dose OF morphine
in It, but were mistaken"
sTi1e above conversation took place
at Greenhouse on the afternoon follow.
Syse Anne EnAerick'S death. had