New Britain herald., 1929-07-02

board operator in which he 'fiNes" the girls testimony 10 divert sus- picious evidence from him. When Nan confronts Crawford with what she has heard. and tells him her price of silence is that he give up Iris Morgan. ne angrily agrees.
 Morgan defends Crawford ably. On the last day of the trial, Nan prepares to go to the courtroom when Iris rushes in. accompanied with little Curtis Morgan, whom she leaves on Mans hands for thc morning. Nan is furious. When th" little boy drops asleep, Nan finds beside him note, evidently stolen from his mothers handbag, in which Crawford protests his love for Iris, admits his guilt and lays plans for their elopemcnt.
 Nan hurries to the courthouse. She is too late. The jury comes in with a mot guilty" verdict. Outside the courthouse she meets Willis Todd, an old suitor. who takes her to lunch. Knowing he is trustworthy, she shows him the note and he ad- vises her to tear it up. She tucks it in her bag, knowing well she Woull have died before she would have hurt Morgan with that note. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER NV
 'Nice Christmas, Nan?" John Curtis Morgan greeted his secretary cheerfully on Tuesday morning. Look! I'm wearing the tie you gave me. Best-looking one ever had"
 Nan Carroll could have burst into tears with relief The two days since she had seen him had been a period of almost intolerable sus- pense. Her mlldest nightmare had pictured him alone on Christmas Day, deserted by his wife for his best friend"; her worst fear had been that he might be lying dead on his living room floor. his sight loss eyes turned toward the portrait of the woman who had betrayed him. She had actually not pos sessed the courage to read tn , papers.
 You always say that" she forced her trembling lips to rctort flippantly, hoping that her eyes did not too shameIessly bctray her. The cravat of dark-blue and silvery- gray striped silk did suit him amazingly we'll. "Yes, I had a nice Christmas.' she lied i've been trying to frame a letter that would adequately express my thanks for the roses and the check, but"
 Don't be a goosc!" Morgan in terrupted brusquely. I'm so in debted to you for your help on the Grace Cox case and the Crawford case, to say nothing of all the other cases, that all the thanks passed be- tween us should come from me. Consider the hundred salary bonus and not tenth of what you're entitled to-"
 He passed on into his private office, and Nan sat staring at her typewriter, the tears, which she had had to control in his presence. slipping hotly down her checks. Her need to resign, to get away from this man whom she loved so much and so hopelessly had become a desperate pain on Christmas Eve, when his roses had been delivered to her and the sight of his hand writing on the card and check which had accompanied them had made her ill with too great joy.
 The buzzer on her desk sounded. Nan dabbed furiously at the tears on her cheeks, snatched powder puff from the top drawer of her desk and covered the traces of her self-pity; then took notebook and r-encil and went into him, smiling.
 few minutes later, when he was dictating with a day-after Christmas leisureliness and ten Bert Crawford charged into the private office without knocking.
 Hello, Jack How's the greatest criminal lawy'r Tn the United States? By gol,y, you're certainly demon for wolki Why don't you knock off for a few days? Hello Nan, Happy New Year."
 Morgan drowned slightly "0i the first time Crawford's blthe