The Washington times., 1930-09-17
Police Third Degree Fails
To Break Cath's Story

YEARLY. i nave Jolo you every
thing I know. Do you want me
to make things up? Tell you
1 did it when I didn't? Tell
you someone else did-when
don't know?"
But you know what people
will think? You know who'll
swing If you don't confess?"
My, what a loud voice 1nspec-
tor Bidwell has, Catl1ie thought.
It never gets tired, either. d
"Yes, do you know who'll
swing?" Inspector Horgan bel
lowed right after him.
Cathie tried to pay attention.
She knew they considered 1t an
important question, but she
couldn't help it: They had
asked her questions all yester-
day afternoon, and all last
night, and all this morning, and
she was beyond answering, be-
yond caring. beyond everything
but tiredness and pain. pain
in her head. pain in her eyes
pain everywhere.
Moore to Hang"
Inspector Bidwell was shaking
a finger at her. Gordon
Moore viii lhangl Think Of
that, an innocent man! And
you won't confess to save him!"
But T. did. I'VE told you
everything I know. And I told
you he went home long before
the shot" ~
"Of cource. Sure he went
home. But isn't 1t peculiar
that he hasn't come forward2
Isn't it peculiar that ''e hasn't
been heard of since?" a.
Cathie made a great effort.
She gathered her wits together.
Gordon. 49,. They we're talking
about him again. Chester Farms
worth had said terrible things
about her and Gordon in the
newspapers. Gordon's name had
not been mentioned yet,s buC it
would be pretty soon because
the police knew 1t, and pretty
soon the papers would print it
-. Poor Gordon. that was
what came Of knowing her .
And now these stupid inspectors
making believe they thought he
was a murderer!
Drops From Sight
you told me he vent back to
the DAM" she flared. "You told
me he was seen there, and that
he told his brother David he
was going away for a few days!"
'Yes. But why did he go away
without leaving a forwarding
address? Was it to avoid testi-
tying against you? Or to save
his own neck?"
Cathie didn't answer.
"Listen!" Inspector Bidwell
was shaking that miserable
finger in her face again. Lis
ten. If you didn't do it, he
must have. You agree to that,
, so that leaves us to think"
Il can't help what you think!
I've been telling you ever since
got here that I'm innocent.
? Ever since you began asking
about Mr.. Moore I've told you
he's innocent. ] don't know
why he's gone, but he'll come
back and clear himself. 7
know that. Il know it be-
cause - because I do!' Her
anger was cooling. She hadn't
the strength left to fight. Her
eyelidS were so heavy she could
hardly hold her eyes open to
look at the inspectors and see
how they were taking it,.
Nightdress Found
I'm so Sleepy!" she walled
"You make me sick, all
OF you. Always talking. You
ought to join one of those talk
ing marathons. You're
worse than Mrs.-Mrs.-" She
was going to say Mrs. Hennes-
sy-but she never got that far.
Down went her head. Cathie
was asleep. Asleep sitting up,
in a cell in the women's quar-
ters of the city Jail.
Inspector Horgan looked at
Inspector Bidwell. They ex-
changed Tueful grins. They
hadn't accomplished much.
But neither had anyone else.
She was certainly sticking to
her story.
Il think she's innocent" said
Inspector Horgan.
Beginning to think so my
self"
Too bad that Cathie was
asleep and din't hear them.
4, When she opened her eyes two
hours later both gentlemen
had had occasion to change
their minds: =.
Cathie's blood-stained night
dress as found that afternoon
Continued Tomorrow
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