The Washington times., 1933-03-02
CHAPTER FOUR

cred us sometimes, especially
If she barked at night. Mrs.
Mac and complained about 1t
once in a while, but only to
ourselves. I'm glad now we
never spoke to either Of them
about 'rrixie disturbing us
sometimes. And she is sweet
little dog after all. And she
was crazy about him. I'll never
forget the way she acted when
/ ran in there this morning at
10 minutes past g."
"I've got a weakness for
dogs myself" Bray said, which
admission I knew was true.
"Tell me how she acted?" he
added.
well, to begin with, I heard
the shot and"
EXCUSE me. Was that the
only thing you heard?"
"It was the one single thing
I heard except that pitiful
scream from Mrs. Holt"
Then the first warning you
had that something was wrong
was the shot?"
That's right"
"And you were awake before
that?"
"Was I? And me walking the
floor with a hot-water bag up
to my face? I'll say I was
awake"
"And there wasn't sound
beforehand"
mo. I'll swear to it.
Hears q Shot
"Well, I heard the shot and
I jumped to get downstairs and
while I was getting down, there
came this awful scream from
her. So I grabbed up a poker
from my downstairs fireplace
and a flashlight out of my um-
brella closet in the hall and ran
over. It's a little bit confused
in my mind-the excitement
and the sudden shock and all
but it seems to me when got
inside this house I saw both OF
them practically in the same
instant, Holt on the floor and
she huddled on the staircase.
He was the nearer to me, by a
few feet. Probably that's why
I went to him first and bent
over him. It seemed to me he
breathed once after I got there.
Maybe twice, but I'd say once.
I knew he was past help, so I
ran and gathered her up and
put her back in bed. Then I
whooped for my wife and then
I raised the police by telephone
and got doctor in, and then I
went and took another look at
poor Holt. Then 1 saw poor
little Trixie. She must have
been there all the while but
the first time I'd missed her
somehow. She was flattened
by him, licking his hand and
whining-not growing, JUS
whining-not growing. just
I never saw anything more dis
tressing than that poor little
mutt whining her heart out
there alongside her murdered
dead master. So 1 picked her
up and carried her outdoors
and put her in their garage.
She's there yet, I expect"
"Well," said Bray, II guess
that'll be about all for the pres
ent, anyhow" The witness
seemed surprised that the in
Quiry was so soon over.
"It's citizens like you that
help us people," added Bray.
much obliged to you. Mr.. Nc
Gee! And good-by."
"Now then" said Bray to me
when MCGEE was gone, ''let's
just us two go call on Trixie
for to pay our respects-like
to a faithful little dog. And
after that We'll get busy again.
There ought to be a way out of
this house.
The Garage
There was - through the
empty kitchen and the small
laundry behind it. The one-car
garage was at the inner mind
corner Of the lot.
AS we swung the garage doors
open a small black-and.tan
came toward us, yelping in a
half-spirited fashion; but after
about three yelps and a couple
of jumps, she turned and
crawled back to the place
against the rear wall from
which she had come, and
crouched down whimpering a
little now and looking up at
us with her big, sorrowful. be-
wildered brown eyes. There
was food near her, but it was
untouched-and a drinking
pan.
Come on away" said Bray.
''With grief like that, there's
nothing we can say, and there's