The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-04-07

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jury tomorrow"
Dinner was a somber meal. Jim's
shoulders seemed heavy with the
consciousness of defeat. He said
little.
Gypsy had forgotten her aching
throat, but she could not wipe
from memory the vision of Nina
Roberts frightened face. She
thought of the letter locked away
upstair&the letter to Nina's sweet
heart. Would she have to send it?
Jim pushed away his chair after
he had barely tasted the dessert.
Think III go to the library" he
said. "You don't mind?"
The girl shook her head. After
he had gone she sat for while
and then went into The living room.
There were newspapers on the table
with sensational headlines. Gypsy
barely glanced at them and climbed
the stairs to- her room.
She changed her dress for a
quilted, lemond-colored bathrobe.
Then for long time she sat and
stared at the floor. At last she
turned down the covers and slipped
into bed.
Next morning Gypsy announced
that though her cold was better, she
thought it would be unwise to visit
the courtroom. Jim looked re-
lieved.
Sensible idea," he said, mo use
taking risks"
She stood beside him in the hall
while he damned on his hat.
"Jim," Gypsy said in a low voice,
Il do hope things will go better
today"
Hope SO. If there's verdict I'll
telephone"
Eyes, do"
Twenty minutes later she was In
a taxicab driving east. The cab
halted before a low brick bunga-
low and Gypsy stepped to the side
walk.
Wait for me-" she told the cab
driver.
A YOUNG girl in a soiled apron
"A answering Gypsy's ring, looked
out doubtfully through the partly
opened door.
Does Mrs. Fowler live here?'
Gypsy asked.
Eyes, ma'am, but 1 don't know ii
you can see her"
"You don't understand. Please
tell her that L"
"Oh, you are the nurSe?"
The door opened then and the
girl stepped back for Gypsy to en-
ter. The pause was barely percep-
tible. Then Gypsy nodded.
Yes she said, I'm the nurse.
Will you tell Mrs. Fowler I'm here?"
A child's cry, fretful and high
pitched, rent the air, and the girl
turned. "Ill tell her you've come, y
she said, and disappeared through
doorway.
Gypsy had time to inspect the
room. 1t ran the width of the
house with group of windows max
ing window seat facing the street.
The room was well furnished
thought it had particular distinc-
ton.
There was piano at the far side,
a piece of Chinese embroidery
thrown over it's top. The furniture
was a matching "set" of heavy,
overstuffed design with here and
there piece of mahogany. The
rug looked expensive.
There were newspapers in an UNI
tidy heap on the davenport and
Gypsy caught glimpses of the black
headlines describing the Roberts
trial. 1t must have been day or
two since the room had been
busted.
Gypsy noticed that there were
ashes in the tray beside the daven-
port.
At the sound of footsteps the girl
arose. Mrs. Fowler-she recognized
her acknowledgements in the
doorway. The woman'S face was
drawn and worn. Her hair was
knotted back carelessly. She looked
older than when Gypsy had seen
her in the courtroom.
You're Miss ThompSon?" she
said to Gypsy. IT wasn't expecting
you so soon, but I'm glad you've
come. Bobby'S feverish and I can't
make him lie quiet. Shall we &c
Up"
Gypsy interrupted. Just a min.
ute, Mrs. Fowler" she said. "Ic
better tell you at once I'm not the
nurse"
why, what do you mean?"
I'm not the nurse-MisS Thomp-
son or whoever it was you ex-
pected. I've come to see you about
something terribly important.
II couldn't tell anyone else and ]
thought it was best to let the CIR,
misunderstood"
The woman's face had hardened
who are your" she demanded
"And what do you want here?"
Gypsy spoke in a lower voice