Evening star., 1932-02-14

line over the Blaine murder story to an accom-
panvine feature the by line Lorna Kaye
He had wanted her to speak for Mrs Blaine the
def, n0an standing before the jury to py BACK the
veil OF mystery and interpret her as only woman can
anoh to sense the had baed the prosecution
an;i made the intriguing to the public Bu-and his
long fingers nervousy through thinning brown mar
areadv nped with gray the empesshe had failed
mserably She-Lorna Kaye-hs star feature writer VINO
up TO this time had never failed
McVeagh pride touched to the quick muttered
curse as he thought back the tragedy From the time
the body of Allen A Blaine found with bullet hole
drilled through heart the Columns had run black Ihee
clue 1t as If some unseen mana mao leacneo
into his studio alive faces of beautiful women,
slain him vanished without a trace
Blaine mysterious his artistry No one seemed
to know whence stepped forward as his
friend yet had been the focal point for the elite;
his subtle photography at bridge tea and dinner
Then McVeaghs pying reporters, looking for art
to spice deepening mystery brought IN photograph
from the soft velvety almost mystical pic
tme a woman. It seemed more Ike an arusts VISION
reality, and because was too laennte ior repro
drction The city editor tucked 1t away IN MS oesk But
gave linn an oea. $50
The next Gay squads OF detectives, armed with photo
graphs taken from the Blaine collection went
out Many of the originals OF these photo
graphs but it seed as If the CUES els were ,
upstate city word flashed back that woman was
under surveillance.
With grim smile of satisfaction MeVeagh recalled how
the Sentinel that she Blaines
weapon had found in her apartment Furthermore
she had admitted having been in his stucio on the Gay u
the tragedy.
\ low, proud, majestic figure OF woman, she was
N standing before II men, charged with murder While
the State demanded electric chair she stood silent What
picture could have been painted at that scene' Ana
vet whom with perfect confidence he mad
given assignment had fallen down on it,
The clater of typewriter suddenly punctueo ms
thoughts and stiffness of the deserted news ROOM NC
veagh the line of nondescrp desks toward ne
catter of whole batteries OF machhes
pounded fingered reporters assaulted his ears an
vain, but this one seemed to nettie MIN.
Miss Kaye!" he called sharply.
The typewriter gave a final impatient clack as though
him a quizzcal expression which did
not entirely traces of annoyance her rounoeo lips
framing an interrogation .
said Mcveagh pointing to the = story ,n s 5o''en % h
You can do better work than this You anta1 t v ia analvze
this Blaine woman, show what she is thinking about
In other words Lorna broke n you want instead
of the Jury to try her.
Well hardly that although think in many ways you
more capable"
Il might find her guilty"
''Isn' she?"
mo" Lorna responded quietly
Pausng locked at her intently.
why you think she is not guilty? She killed him,
didn't she?' .
was jusfiable homicide
"Justihabe! When she shot man down in cold blood?"
course" Lorna replied. Don't you think there are
times person is justified in taking anothers lite,
even outside the aw?"
true but in this see no extenuatng crcum-
stances. because refuses to 1--we with his wife
should be condemned to death II that
the law. the CUSTOM our population would
dwnde rapidly
toying with a metal weight looked at him
critically.
You don't much about women am afraid"
McVeagh laughed shortly. mo have been too busy to
bother with en-
IF YOU knew about hem" she went you might
why proud woman who had given everything
a only to him throw it away could kill
without qualm and feel that she was justified
McVeagh exclamation of surprise with effort.
sympathes all with her aren't they?" he asked
She nodded slowly.
rather unusual" McVeagh reminded her. AS
rule these strange call deadly in
judgment their They will forgive the
VIII gransgresses but never their sister.
ank Heaven, then, exception" she inter-
ruptcd feeling A of have been crying for Maude
Blaines arrested You've had one
killing you want another
standing front Of him. her dark face ahame
= with color eyes like pools of amber, deep
and vide She clenched hands her breasts,
te,
Vcagh too had risen. An almost irresistible i'm
pulse TO take into his suddenly seized him. As
thcuqh intentions look of fright quenched
the in her
you almost sobbed "she had right to kill"
Prove he challenged land you'll have the worlds
greatest story
city editors eyes followed her she returned to her
desE Her shoulders sagged little thought Must be