The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-04-24

nouncements, more than the fright ful accusations of the police.
 After she was alone again Janet lay staring at the darkness. No matter who asked-Mrs Curtis or the detectives or anyone else-she couldn't tell them why she wanted to get away from Lancaster. All she could do was say over and over that she hadn't taken the pearls. And no one believed that.
 Her temples were throbbing and her eyes smarted. She could still hear the police detective shouting at her, sneering at her denials, &C., cusing her of being a thief. That interview had gone on for hours, it seemed, leaving Janet weak and in tears. It had been Mrs Curtis who had insisted that the girl should spend the night in her own room. Mrs Curtis had said until the end that she didn't think Janet was guilty.
 "But she thinks it now," the girl told herself wearily, because I wouldn't say why I was going away. Oh, what's the use? No one will believe me. They'll make me say I did 1t! They'll make mel"
 Rolf had been there to see her in her misery and disgrace. He had been silent when a word would have meant so much. Could Rolf believe this terrible thing about herr"
 She turned and rumpled the pill low in helpless agony. Nobody be- lieved her. Nobody would listen to what she said.
 And so the night wore on. To- ward morning she slept - 8 fitful, restlesss slumber in which she dreamed she was running toward a cliff. An ogre who looked like the police detective was chasing her, brandishing a huge knife and there was no escape but the cliff. With out a moments hesitation Janet jumped.
 She awoke to find that the covers had slipped from the bed. The room was cold. Janet looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:30. Time to be up. She started to arise, then all at once the memory of the night before came back to her.
 It was several minutes before she could persuade herself to get out of bed and dress. Her face was swollen and tear-marked and had to be bathed over and over with cold water. When she had used a powder puff carefully the effect was q little better.
 It took courage for Janet to go down stairs, to nod "good morn- ing" to Lucy and take up the pile of letters. It required courage too, for her to sit opposite Mrs Curtis at the breakfast table and make q pretense of eating. Mrs Curtis did not look well and spoke of having had restless night. She seemed to enjoy her breakfast little more than Janet and, though the mullins were as light and golden as usual and the bacon as crisp, the food went back to the kitchen scarcely tasted.
 Surprising as it seemed, the day wore along much as usual. Janet kept at her work, accomplishing little but managing to seem busy. Each time the telephone or door bell rang her heart seemed to stand still, but the calls were unimpor- tant. A young man to sell maga- zines. The florist. The chairman of the Three Arts Club committee on programs. A wrong number. The electrical company.
 Shortly before noon Mrs Curtis telephoned her daughter. Janet did not overhear the conversation but later Mrs Curtis appeared in the doorway.
 i've just talked to Betty" she said.A "She hasn't heard anything but she promised to call when she does."
 Janet nodded. There was noth- ing to be said. Nothing that had not been said a dozen times al- ready.
 Suppose" she thought, Betty doesn't hear anything? Suppose they never know who took the necklace? They'll always blame mo for it."
 There were no errands that day and Janet knew why. Mrs Curtis had promised Janet would be avail able whenever the police wanted her for any reason. At any time they might come.
 Luncheon was almost as quiet a meal as breakfast. Afterward Mrs Curtis went to her room. She was tired. she said, and would try to take n nap.
 Gro Be Continued)