The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-06-19

Here, In this apartment, had hus-
band and wife lived together? This
wife in her arms, and the husband on
the floor in there with holes shot in
him.
The wife-she was a widow now;
and was she also a murderer-lay
limp across Agnes and the soft over
stuffed arms Of the chair; she lay on
her breast, her head hanging down.
Agnes reused to an effort and turned
her over.
"What you wantT the girl COM
planned as If from sleep.
Agnes shook her. did you do itr'
Maybe did"
But again Agnes shook her.
"Wha' you want?"
"When was lit What time did You
do itr'
1.-TWO o'clock. The damn clock was
striking when / come out here"
Two! Now, by the ticking, gold
faced clock on the mantel, It was q
quarter past three.
you sat here all the timer"
"Sure sat here" And this recol-
lection now reused her to pity for
herself. "All alone. All alone!"
Suddenly, startlingly, q phone bell
rang.
The arms about Agnes clenched
tighter and then let go. The girl
pushed back and leaped up and sour
riod - Tho i1ctr,,voart IN kho stand
in the corner. Hello! Hello" Then
she heard a voice, and she dropped
to one knee as she made response,
whispering; but in the stiffness Of the
room her voice came clear. "Oh, God.
Bert!" she said; and she listened
again.
She wanted to speak, but she stared
at them and did not.
"Bert," she repeated the name,
something's happened. Yes; to
Charley! He died today" And she
slammed down the phone on its rest.
Now Colver seized the phone.
Operator" he clamored. "Oper-
ator2 Give me the policel"
Halfway from the phone, the girl,
Mrs. Lorrie, had stopped and turned,
but she made no interference at all;
she merely listened to him call the
police
Agnes had risen from the great soft
chair, and the girl seized her hand.
Nov you help me-" Mrs. Lorrie de-
manded. "Get me lawyer. I've a
right to lawyer, the best damn law
yer in this town. You don't know
what happened here - or anything!
Get me that lawyer!"
"What lawyer" said Agnes.
"O'Mara. Martin O'Mara; that's
his name. Oh, do that for me, won't
you? Just get him on the wire; and
I'll talk to him."
She was back at the telephone and
fumbling at the pages Of the direc-
tory so pitifully that Agnes took the
book from her hand and found the
name Martin O'Mara; and then she
made the call.
First a woman's voice answered |;
then a mans said: "O'Mara."
hCE6 lie Is, Sdlu ASACo, Jul tAC
girl had slumped to the floor.
IT am calling" said Agnes into the
phone, IT am calling from an apart
ment where a man has been killed"
"All right" said the voice O'Mara.
"Go on. What apartment? Where Is
t?"
Agnes told him. 81 do not know
the people," she proceeded. "Only
their name. It's Lorrie. I just hap
pened in. I am here with Mrs. Lor-
RE now"
"All right. Go on. Who's killedT
"Her husband"
''How was he killed."
"She shot him."
"All right. Go on. Who are your"
"I'm Agnes Gleneith."
"Related to Robert G. GleneithT
Hes my father"
ibid you say you didn't know the
Lorries?"
IT didn't"
"All right. Go on. Then how did
you happen in?"
II was with the agent. was look
ing at another apartment in the build
ing"
"All right. Have the police been
called?"
"Just now, they WERE"
"All right. Now try to remember
this: Tell Mrs. Lorrie I am coming
at once. Tell her to talk to no one,
not to any one,-not even to you, I'M
til I get there. Especially and absO-
lutely she is not to talk to the police.
Tell her they cannot make her talk.
No one can; no one has a right to.
Tell her to stay there and not to try
to go away, and not to let any one
take her away.
sand you must stay there too; and
you had better not talk till get
there. You are going to be a wit
ness in this case; you cannot possibly
escape 1t. I am very sorry for you,
but there is now nothing that or any
one can do about It I win be there
as soon as I can"
Agnes put down the phone. No
man had ever sought. by his voice. to