The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-03-18

virtually every cent that I make In order to live"
 "I noticed you flashed out with a new fur coat" he retorted sar- castically.
 "Yes. I did" she said, "and l needed 1t. It was bargain l couldn't pass up. I paid for it out of my own money. You don't have to give me an advance if you don't want to. On the other hand, certainly don't have to work overtime for you. As it happens. l can't do it tonight. haven't enough money to even pay for any dinner"
 Drimgold frowned. thrust a hand into his trouser pocket, pulled out a roll of bills. He hesitated mo- ment then replaced the bills. From his other pocket he took some sil- yer and slid a 50-cent piece across the desk to her.
 "You can get enough to eat" he said, "for half dollar. I'll pay for the meal. I won't pay for over- time. If you don't want this po- sltion, can get others who do."
 Millicent Graves pushed back her chair. Despite herself, her voice rose.
 That's the thing that I hate 1nnf uNty cha m cd tYnI lack of consideration---your penny pinching tactics. It took two girls to do your work before I came here. I'm doing the work of both of those girls at one girls salary. Even then. I wouldn't mind the work if you'd be decent about it. You treat a girl like slave. and I'm not going to be a slave. don't care how scarce jobs are. I'm going 10 get a raise or I'm going to quit"
 She heard one of the janitors moving around in the other office, and realized her voice had been high pitched with rage.
 "You don't need to quit" Drim- gold shouted. You're fired!" f "very we'll" she said. and closed her book with vicious snap.
 Her hand was on the knob of the door as Drimgold's voice. strangely changed, reached her ears. ':Wait minute" he pleaded. Let's be reasonable. I need you. I've got some most important dic- tation. You can't leave me now I'm all upset. Please forgive me-"
 She turned to stare at him. and suddenly realized that the man was speaking the simple truth. She hesitated for a moment. then came back to the dictating table, spread out her notebook, and said frostily, "Very well. What is it, letter."
 ''No." said Drimgold slowly, "it's a confession"
 Despite herself, she felt quick sympathy as she saw the express sion on his face. t.
 III 6OIIlS lO uItldle tIlS CoU- fession," he said. You're going to write it out. Then I'm going to sign 1t, and you'll witness 1t. Please take tEis down, Miss, Graves. To whom 1t may concern: This is to certify that I. George Drimgold, of the age of 48 years. president of the Drimgold Realty Revaluation Company, am guilty of being an &C., cessory to a murder.
 N ..'I am not guilty of that mur- der. l do. however. know the guilty Aarty. For years l have pro. tected this party and have myself shared in the benefits which ac- crued from that murder4
 'In order to make this confess sion intelligible at this late date. 1t is necessary for me to set forth cer- tain facts. These facts can be best explained by certain, documentary pings which I will quote herein at length"
 Drimgold paused in his dictation turned to the wall safe above his desk. His fingers touched the kno5 of the combinations: then he turn ed to Millicent Graves.
 'I've got to get some docu- ments." he said. ''Go ahead and get that nail. I'll sign 1t. Then you can get 1t in the mail chute"
 She went to the outer office. re- turned with the stack of mail. placed it on the desk in front of him. He, signed the letters with a firm. steady hand. She folded the