New Britain herald., 1929-08-19
The Heart Story of a Steadfast Woman
Loves Awakening
By Adele Garrison

named in the arrow note. We made our way directly to the parapet, and for five minutes stood there. Dicky talking, I meticulously holding to my hat, changing my hands at the min ute intervals specified. And then, without a glance around, we went down to the apartment again. For fleeting moment I had believed Dicky to be on the verge of adding something to the ultimatum he had given me-something which would have put his prohibition upon a diff ferent plane from the one he might as easily have given a mother or sister. But the moment had passed and I found my self vaguely unsatis fled, though thrilling to the knowl- edge of his protective concern. The day of waiting was most try ing thing for all of us. We tried to sleep, for we knew no one of us could close our eyes during the time when the tiger trap'' was being sprung. But sleep was impossible, and when the morning hour of o'clock drew near every one of our group was as tense as the traditional 1 fiddle string.
 The Zero Hour
 "It's the loneliest hour of the twenty-four," MT. Underwood said as we gathered in his apartment for some black coffee, which was all any one of us could swallow. "They chose | it on purpose, of course. It's before | the scrubwomen and the early DOT | ters come on and while the cops are changing their beats. But there's no need for worry. The Dicky Bird and I, with a couple of my best fellows, will be in that room next to the one where Georges is going to wait. The paneling has been cut and put on revolving hinges, so that we can be inside the room in a second when we're needed. Georges will let the man in who asks for admittance, and when we're sure he-or they are well inside we'll steal in and stick 'em up with appropriate ges lures.
 Phil and Noel, you're to stay in this apartment and take care of the women,' he went on in so author
 itative a manner, that any protest Noel wished to make died on his
 lips. There will be a couple Of
 guards just outside the door, but I don't think you'll need 'em. Moth
 ing will happen down here. There's
 only one thing bothers me. Where
 did that arrow come from? Madge
 eliminated anybody from that old
 woman's bungalow, however. which
 sure helps some. I wouldn't be quite
 90 happy if I thought one of the gang was hiding out up there. Welt so long. folks. The Dicky Bird and , I'll be stepping. Georges, in half an hour go up to that room, go in, lock , the door and wait. Don't attempt
 to speak to us from the other side of the wall, and don't switch on the [ light. They didn't stipulate as to , that, fortunately, and it's an advan-
 tage for you.'
 He and Dicky went out of the = room, while I dug my fingers into l my palms to keep from calling m, [ husband back. l think Lillian wa 2 undergoing the same struggle, al
 though she gave no sign of it. Bu :. after Prince Georges had left. m
 anxiety shifted to another quarter . Insistently something deep in m.
 consciousness tried to give me : message concerning the old woman g I had interviewed, but for q long in
 terval, while I went over and owe n every detail of the woman's appear
 ance I could not get it. Then all a V once it flashed upon me, and witt $ a cry I turned to Lillian.
 }. That woman in the bungalow. D gaepcd. She is an impostor. Sh |. is not the real tenant whom I saN
 first"
 2 fContinucd TomOrrOW) f. Copyright 1929. Newspaper Featur IT Service, Inc.