The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-08

the shelf in the cabinet, but If you
want the kind Of ginger cookies I
make I never use a recipe"
well, then, you can tell me- what
to put in" Gypsy lifted down
large yellow mixing bowl and
hunted through drawer for
spoons. Matilda's gaze was disap-
proving. This was certainly an I'M
accustomed procedure.
4 can stir up a batch in no
time" she suggested. I can make
EN- right after lunch"
Gypsy shook her head. They
may be terrible cookies, she said.
but I'm going to make them my
self. Now what's the first thing I
put into this boWl?"
For a half-hour she stirred and
mixed dough and rolled it into thin
sheets to be cut in discs. Matilda
was at her elbow, prompting. sug-
costing. but Gypsy refused assist
ance. When the first tin of cookies
went into the oven the girl stepped
back with a sigh.
What time is it?" she asked.
It was 11:30. Time enough Or
jim to have telephoned if there
we're any news. Surely there should
have been word by this time.
Gypsy went to the door and
propped it open so they could hear
more clearly if the telephone rang.
There was another tray Of cookies
to be filled. Presently the air VS.
filed with pungent, spicy odor.
Want me to look at emp" Ma
tilda asked. Cookies burn awful
easy"
gypsy drew down the oven door.
" The cookies had pulled up and
some Of them had run together. She
turned the blaze lower and returned
to the mixing board Soon the first
tin was out and the second baking.
They're good" Matilda admitted
grudgingly. Gypsy munched a warm
cookie and nodded, satisfied.
you'll have to write down the
recipe for me-" she told the cook.
"Where'd you learn how to make
them?"
Matilda raised her hands in a
gesture of mock despair. How
should I know? Ginger cookies-I've
always made them the same way.
German girls learn how to cook
when they're young. One of seven,
was. used to help my mother
with the baking when I was 10 years
old"
Where did you live when you
were a girl?" Gypsy asked.
Minnesota. I've got two brothers
there still"
1t was not the occasion for Gypsy
to be interested in Matilda's rela-
tives. AS soon as the last tin of
cookies was out of the oven she
left the kitchen.
Gypsy went into the living room
and gazed dejectedly out at the
street. Suddenly she heard an I'M
familiar noise. She ran to the front
door and out on the porch. Far in
the distance she heard a boy shout
ing, EXtra-Extra!
She could not see the newsboy
but the voice came from the right.
Gypsy started down the steps, but
then the telephone rang shrilly. She
turned out before she was inside
the house Matilda was calling:
Telephone, Mis- Wallace!"
YVES, Jim, what is it?" Gypsy
4 asked impatiently. She held
the telephone receiver tightly
against her ear, but the voice across
the wire was jumbled and indis-
tinct What is it? can't hear
your
There was a pause.
Hear me better now?" Jim asked.
eyes"
Mrs. Fowler's confessed"
WHAT"
Il said Mrs. Fowler's confessed
she killed her husband. Came down
here this morning and told me the
whole story. She says she did it to
save her boys life. The woman's
a complete wreck"
But what about Nina?"
"She's acquitted. That's what 7
called you about Would it be all
right to send her out to the house?
I don't want the reporters to get
another chance at her and if she
goes to that place where she roomed
that's what will happen"
why, of course. Where is she
now?'
Here in my office. If you think
it's all right, Ill bring her out"
Bring her" Gypsy said. Lunch
will be ready when you get here"
She left the telephone for hasty
consultation with the cook. Gypsy
was upstairs putting on fresh linen
in the guest room when she heard
the front door open. She hurried
down.
Nina Roberts was sitting in the