The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-21

your pains"
The bald thread was signed IRON
ically, "A Friend but the real sig
nifcance Of the message lay in the
1 postscript: "P S-Do you know
where and with whom your wife
was on the night of Sept. II? There
are ways of getting this highly in
teresting information into the court
record-if necessary"
MANS first emotion when she
~ had reread the blackmailing
letter was furious anger against her
writer. How did anyone dare to try
so contemptibly to influence John
Curtis Morgan to throw" a trial?
Didn't the fool writer have sense
enough to know that Morgan would
use this letter as an additional wea-
pom in his fight for Grace Cox's
vindication? Imagine trying to
blackmail John Curtis Morgan, the
most fearless, the most upright man,
in the world 1t was easy to pic
ture his righteous wrath
But in picturing John Curtis Nor
gan as he would look when he read
the vile thing, Nan saw him read
ing that postscript, that nasty in
sinuation which was even now
crawling about in her own mind,
never to -be-forgotten.
OF course Morgan would snap his
fingers at the insinuation, attribute
It contem 9tuously to a 'illainous
fools obvious effort to frighten him.
But--he would have read it, and he
would not forget it. The words
would rankle deep in his mind 1t
would hurt him more than he would
ever admit that an anonymous
writer had dared sully his wife's
name,
No. no! She picked up the let
ter, folded it with the tips Of her
fingers as if she we're afraid of be-
Ing poisoned; thrust 1t hastily into
her handbag. He should not see it,
she vowed, her mouth and eyes
grim.
For two years she had served
him in big and little ways, sparing
him every possible unpleasartness.
just because she now knew she
loved him, why should she stop
serving him?
But sudden thought made her
hand culver on the clasp Of her
bag: Was she truly serving him in
keeping this anonymous threat
from reaching him? What if Shere
was an ugly truth behind the
sinister threat in that postscript
September 11-5eptember 11-Nan
knit her eyebrows, then swiftly
turned back the loose leaves of her
daily calendar.
Yes! On September II Morgan
had been out Of Chicago!
She remembered now, remembered
how surprised she had been that
Iris Morgan had not accompanied
her husband as she invariably did
when he went to the larger city on
business. Morgan had been sur
prised, too--and hurt. Nan had
heard him pleading with her over
the telephone, offering gifts, dinner
parties, shows
TEAR - for him - closed Jelly
L about Mans heart. What if the
writer meant this warning in all
seriousness? Did she have any right
to withhold it from him, let him go
unwarned to the courthouse that
morning? But-and she felt dizzy
with conflicting reasoning-if she
showed it to him, as she was duty
bound to do, he would scoln to
profit by the warning, might, in
fact, precipitate terrible crisis b.
introducing the anonymous threat
into the evidence.
And even if he believed or feared
that the writer had Something on"
his wife-as he certainly would not
believe! - he would proceed with
the Grace Cox case exactly as he
had planned. She knew him we'll
enough to be sure of that. So-why
let him see the contemplate thing?
Spare him, shield him
Even if it was true I wouldn't
want him to know 1t, not even If it
meant"
But she checked her thoughts
with horror of herself IT love him
we'll enough to hope there is not
an atom of truth behind that ter
rible letter." her heart cried. But
If he goes blindly on at the trial
today, will the blackmailer make
good his threat? There are ways of
getting this highly interesting in
formation into the court record
if necessary'-oh, I don't know what
to dol"
Her fingers were upon the clasp
of her handbag when the door
opened and John Curtis Morgan
hurried into the room, smiling with
confident cheerfulnesS.
Hello, junior partner" he greeted
her affectionately Going to be a
great day today Caught that Flem-
ing woman just as she was skipping
town last night. But it's in the
paper Say, where's that memo
randum on McTeagle? I couldn't
find it in my briefcase last night"
TO Be Continued