The Washington times., 1930-09-27
CHAPTER AZ

answered, patiently, and co1r-
teously the countless questions
they flung at him.
did you, or did you not,
know that there was gossip
about Mrs. Catherine Farms
worth and her husbands bust.
ness associate, Gordon Moore?"
II knew that there was-gos-
How did you know it7"
Have / not described the
speeches of the son, Chester?"
In your best Judgment were
these speeches true, or false?"
False. / know they we're
false because Of my own obser-
vati0l1 as a member of the
household, and the spying Of
the nnaid-servant, Marguerite.
IF they were true Marguerite
would have rejoiced, and 1t
would have been known to me-"
Isn't 1t possible that she
could have kept from you."
Tells Of Tragedy
Cneong cast a contemptuous
look at his Questioner. mo. I
am acquainted with the ways
OF maid-servants. I could not be
mistaken"
They told him to tell what he
knew Of his masters last day.
"The lady and Mr.. Moore
were having tea in the lihxary,"
he said. II myself brought the
tea, and exchanged greetings
with Mr.. Moore. It was Mr..
Moore's custom to join the lady
and my master for tea fire.
quently.
ron this day Mr.. Farnsworth
came home very i'll. I helped
him upstairs to his room. He
did not go into the library, as
was his custom, to join his good
friend Mr.. Moore and his lady.
Instead he went directly to bed.
He had been to a doctor and the
doctor had told him that mis-
days were numbered, he told me.
I do not know the name of the
white doctor who said so. No
doubt the distinguished detec-
tives can find his name.
Obeying Orders
"Mr. Fansworth requested the
maid, Marguerite, to tell her
mistress that he would not join
her at tea or dinner that night,
and that he was not to be dis.
turbed until morning, as he
wished to Sleep"
what was the last time you
saw your master alive?"
when he came into The
house, around Z o'clock"
''You did not go into his room,
or worry about him later?"
Certainly not. He asked not
to be disturbed. I am accus-
toned to obeying his wishes"
"Did you accept the idea OF
his impending death-that is,
did you think that he looked
like a man who has not long to
live?"
"No, sir. I had thought, at a
more auspicious time, of recon-
mending, perhaps, a Chinese
doctor. I did not see death in
his face"
That was all. They couldn't
shake his testimony. The court
room hummed. Reporters from
the press table dashed out to
telephones. Mary Paige pressed
Cathie's hand.
"Gordon Moore!"
Cathie was afraid to look at
him at first. Nov when they
mt Moore on the stand, don't
look at him like dying calf"
Mr.. Allan had warned her.
Cathie had smiled rather
TREMENDOUSLY. do I look at him
that way?"
Mr., Allan had laughed, "Oh,
Won know what mean-loVe
light in your eyes, and so on.
Now remember that he is your
husbands friend, and that's
ALL" =,
"I'l be careful" Cathie had
promised.
Moore on Stand
well, she was being careful.
Her eyes wandered over the
courtroom. The Moores sat in
q tight little group. The old
uncle. The blind aunt, sllvery
haired, dressed all in gray, her
beautiful Sightless eyes gentle
and sweet.
How they must hate me.
All az them" Cathie thought.
"How they must wish that he'd
loved that Mrs. Willoughby in
stead"
she stole a look at Gordon.
How good he was to look at.
Not handsome, really. Too thin
and brown for that, too care
worn now. But nice. Oh, so
wonderfully nice. Strong, and
true, and kind. Lean and mus
cular like Indians are supposed
TO be, and usually aren't.
the kind of man girls dream
Of. And there he was. hers
:. going through all this for
her. suffering for her,.
Sathie pulled herself together,
remembered what Mr.. Allan
warned her. Mustn't show
what she felt mustn't let her
love shine out of her eyes.
She looked around the court
room again. People didn't look
iuiImical now. They looked
friendly. That was Gordons
doing he was making such a
good impression Explaining
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