The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-11-10
The CIew of the A.r .s~.s:. .ss:,:. .::o.A~, Forgotten Murder

1 faced woman who sat in the chair, regarding them with glittering ap' praisal.
 If you talk" she said, you're not going to do yourself any good"
 'Griff swung to her instantly.
 ''If you don't talk" he said. you're going to put yourself in very questionable position"
 The woman laughed. Her laugh was harsh, rasping and dlscord- ant.
 My, my" she said, "how impor- tant I seem to be getting all of sudden! Well, I'm not going to talk--not because she told me not to-" and the woman spat out the feminine pronoun with a bitter, scornful emphasis, 'but because I'm going to get @ lawyer to do my talking for me-" "Who," asked Griff, ''is your lawyer?"
 q don't know she said. "I'm going to get one"
 "The police" said Griff, "may want to know something about this"
 "The police," she retorted calm ly, "can keep on wanting"
 I'm going to ask you just once more," Mrs Cathay said, "to' con- slider my position"
 The woman's eyes swept Mrs Cathay in hostile appraisal.
 You went to lot of trouble to find me, didn't your" she said. "Just because you thought I could do you some good. How about the long years before? You didn't take any trouble to find me then. You didn't care what I was doing. If you want to know, was scrubbing floors In office buildings. Think of that! Down on my hands and knees. Crawling around, scrub ping floors, cleaning spittoons, my hands in dirty soap sude, scrub ping, scrubbing, scrubbing! Always 'scrubbing! While you were pow dered and perfumed, painted and manicured, riding around with a chauffeur in a shiny automobile, reclining on soft cushions, having maids to do your hair and keep your face beautiful ."
 
 She broke off abruptly and once more gave that harsh, scornful laugh.
 "I will say this" she said, "the world has handed me enough knocks. know enough now to look out for myself and I'm going to loko out for myself"
 "Will you," asked Griff, make any state?'
 My statement,' she said. twill be made through my attorney"
 Griff turned to Blocker and shrugged his shoulders.
 I think" he said, Eve know all we need to know"
 Mrs Cathay's eyes watched the criminologist with stark terror appearing in the depths.
 "Will you," she asked, "please consider my side of this case?"
 Racine spoke to her in a rum bling monotone.
 They're newspaper men," he said. Don't talk to them" She bit her lip and was silent. Racine crossed to Mrs Cathay, took her by the arm and piloted her toward the door. Remember" he said, "we've got other places to go and other things to do."
 You won't find her!" shrilled the woman. who remained seated III lllO CIldlT by lHS WIIluOW. dO ahead and try all you want to-- you can't find her." "If," said Griff in calm tones, "you're referring to the girl who is variously known as Esther Ordway or as Alice Lorton, the girl who was the daughter of Frank B. Ca thay, you vii find that she was registered at the Elite Apartments, | number 319 Robinson street" Mrs Cathay stared at him, her eyes wide. The woman who had been seat ed by the window jumped to her feet. Her face was livid with fury. Her gnarled hands were clutched into fists.
 Damn you!" she said.
 "And," went on Griff, his eyes fastened upon the fact of Mrs Ca thay, If you want to see her, you'll find that she isn't in her apartment. You'll need a pass from the police if you're going 10 visit her. At the present moment she's at police headquarters where she's booked on suspicion of mur- dering Charles Morden, a reporter for The Blade" (To Be Continued) Racine, the detective, makes n nasty departure in the next in- staJlmenf