The Washington times., 1931-10-09
NOW Go On With the Story
CHAPTER 20

bear out my story about being
with her.
If she could only have lived to
clear me, to have sworn that I
was with her from midnight
until nearly two-that I did not
go up to Forests apartment at
all Then, with our night
switchboard boys sta t ment
that I came in right after 2, my
alibi would have been complete.
The officer was examining the
body.
Murdered, by Co." he
said.
screamed. I couldn't help it.
My nerves had stood too much.
Like q Scream Of Terror
I have no doubt but that it
sounded like a scream of terror
and dismay-as though I had
been found out. Mr.. Sanders
stepped over to me, back to the
officer, and put his fingers to
his lips. He was mighty grave.
This gun carries the same
size bullet that killed Malvern"
the officer said and then he
turned to Mr.. Sanders as though
electrified.
He turned to the stand just as
the officer reached for some
thing on it.
TITS a Bible" Mr.. Sanders
said.
Here's something m ark ed,"
he said.
"She was looking for a verse
in the Bible when 1 left her." I
exclaimed.
"See," said Mr.. Sanders, "a
wavering ink line about the
verse;" and then he read:
"And thine eye shall not pity;
but life shall go for life"
"What does that mean2" the
officer asked.
Go and get a medical e.
aminer-don't touch a thing.
The woman killed hers elf
that's what it means: Life for
life'-that's plain enough" my
lawyer exclaimed.
Then the officer pointed to
the stand.
"A note" he said, and
reached for it. Mr.. Sanders
reached out and stopped him.
81 Have Killed a Snake"
We'll read it where it lays
and then get a medical exam
iner," he said.
They leaned over, their heads
almost touching. They read 81
lently.
What is it--let me hear
don't you suppose it means
something to mel" I cried,
fighting to keep from goira& to
pieces.
II have killed a snake. He
passed as a man by the name
Of Malvern. I am sure / have
/ avenged many a broken heart
ed mother whose daughter he
has ruined, as he ruined my
little girl. We are soon going
to face God together bout
this and / am not afraid.
lame Hawkins"
wen, I'll be"
The officer cursed.
"Don't-it's sacrilage," Mr..
sanders said, removing his hat
and staring at the body.
I didn't mean it that way"
the officer muttered.
We went out together. A
policeman was put on guard
and the medical examiner sent
for. I went back to headquar-
ters with Mr.. Sanders.
Later they found the picture
Of Dolly Hawkins. They found
the other one in Forests den.
They discovered that the auto
matte she used belonged to her
son, who came back from the
war and died from gas poison
ing. This they learned from
her belongings.
If only Mrs. Hawkins had
been alive and I had been re-
leased I would have been gay.
/ probably would have said a lot
of things, pertinent and imper-
tinent, to the officers at head
quarters who were so cock
sure that I had murdered For.
rest. But as it was was
shocked, crushed. I couldn't
help but be grateful that I was
cleared, yet I was crushed with
the tragedy of it all.
If I hadn't told the poor
woman that Forrest had ben
her daughters "sweetie" it
wouldn't have happened.
Excitement Needed
After week of quiet, during
which Chubb, Denny and a few
other of our gentlemen friends
called on us to urge us to go
out, we decided that we needed
q little excitement and fun to
make up for what we had been
through.
We had a nice little rarity up
to that time that Susie Lawlor
and her actor friend chanced to
blow into the night club where
we were dancing.
When I caught sight of her
waved at her and then got near
enough to speak to her.
She cut me dead!
"Did you mean to cut me. Su-
eie?" I asked. I had taken more
drinks than I should-more
than I ever did before-because
/ was anxious to get to feeling
Jolly, and / was still depressed.
"Who wouldn't?" she snapped
"Who wouldn't?" she snapped.