New Britain herald., 1929-07-05

Believing there is but one course open to her, she hurries to the court room, but finds she is too late, as q mot guilty verdict has been brought in. Crawford announces he is leaving town. When Iris Morgan departs few days later on sup posed pleasure trip to New York, Nan believes Iris is deserting her husband and child.
 While she and Morgan are work ing on Morgan's next case. the de- fense Of Lois Downs, a nurse, ac- cused of murdering her patient, a special delivery letter comes from Iris telling Morgan she does not love him and that she will not return. The letter omits mention of Craw- ford and begs Morgan not to search for her. Morgan is crushed. Nan, the friend to whom he turns in his trouble, reads the letter at his re- quest. She wants to comfort him but words are futile. She fingers in the outside office waiting.
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 CHAPTER XVIII
 John Curtis Morgan raised an un- certain hand and brushed it across his eyes, as if to clear away the i'm penetrable black fog of despair in which he had moved since he had read his wife's curt announcement of her desertion.
 The Lois Downs case?" he re- peated mechanically. as if the words rang no bell in his memory. His hand went to his eyes again; his long, thin fingers pressed hard upon his eyelids, but when his hand drop ped Nan Carroll almost burst into faint flicker of a smile across his gray-whte face.
 You are a slave-driyer. Nan. I'm not to be let off eVen-tonight, am l? You're right. Tomorrow-wil surely--come. he added with a sigh Of infinite weariness.
 Nan looked up at him through thick tears but she had a smile 10 answer his. My secrets out" she admitted, with an excellent imita- ton of her old impotence. I'm Simon Legree in disguise-also She~, lock Holmes, You be Watson, like nice. obiging boss, and try to pick flaws in my deductions. Pull up chair. I'll be right back she order ed briskly.
 She whisked into Morgan's private office. snatched Up his pipe filled it with coarse-Cut tobacco from the humidor which she always kept stocked for him. found a card of matches, and hurried out.
 
 She found Morgan seated beside her desk. his face dark with brood ing, his mouth bitter with pain.
 You always say you think bet ter when you smoke" she announc- ed cheerfully. That's SherIock's s prerogative, so we'll pretend that it's my head that's wrearhcd in smoke clouds, if you'll furnish the clouds" She thrust the pipe into his hand. then struck a match, so that he was forced to put the stem be- tween his lips. She waited until the first puff of smok and the first hint of relaxation on Morgan's tight gray face rewarded her strategy.
 "Wel?" Morgan asked. another strained smile flickering across his face. Who murdered Mrs Andrew Ward, my dear Holmes?"
 Nobody murdered Mrs. Andrew Ward. my dear Watson"
 You're not trying 10 he funny. are you?" the lawyer demanded, with an anger that was not all fax ed. And Nan was grateful even for his anger.
 Not any funnier than old Mrs. Ward was, when she committed sui eide and made it look like mur- der" Nan began to defend herself spiritedly.
 Suicide? Well, I'll be-" Nor gan, whose attention she had un- doubtedly captured. ran his fingers slowly through his thick silver-fox pelt.
 Damned" Nan finished for him cheerfully Listen. Mr, Morgan it's as clear as day, once you get used to the idea. Looking for the