The Washington times., 1936-04-16

Today Is the second OF Decem-
{: Der. Since the night Of the TWEEN
tieth Of October, we have been
looking for the murderer Of Miss
Z Constance Sinclair. BY diligent
: search and unfaltering effort, we
have pieced together the inner
happenings Of her life, have fitted
the puzzle Of your relationships to
her into q picture that is almost
complete. The process has been I'M
pleasant for all Of US; it has dis
: rupted the lives Of you all and Of
the persons near to you. Ugly emo
tions and unworthy actions have
been revealed. Each Of you has
tried to protect himself or herself
:. from this revelation. Each Of you
has been ashamed Of the part you
played In this young woman's life.
"You," he pointed at Hymn,
chad the least personsl connection
: with her. But you resented q just
reprimand; you were completely
selfish in your attitude toward the
victim. You admit that you arrived
within ten or fifteen minutes Of
her death yet you made no effort
to revive her and you did not even
report the tragedy. Instead, you
ran away.
"That running away might easily
:; point to your own guilt. You were
there between nine-fifteen and
!: ne-thirty, the very moments in
which she died. You had as your
motiVe-revenge!"
"You," said the Inspector, as
Suming the role Of Fate as he
shifted his pointed finger to Allen,
"were infatuated with this woman
so many years older than you. You
were jealous Of her engagement to
Mr.. Lloyd: you were preEumptu-
GUS in your conversation and de-
mandS upon her, for which she
properly reprimanded you. Your
egoism was hurt, your infatuation
augmented, and your jealousy
amounted to q frenzy. You are
known to be highly nervous; per-
haps it would not be wrong to say
at times that neuroticism amounts
to Q pathological stage in which
you might easily be capable Of
murder!
you came to Miss Sinclair that
night. You say that you found
her dead. There is no reason to
believe you, no reason why we
cannot believe that you arrived
earlier, committed the crime, hid
during Hymns visit and then made
your escape to San Francisco.
There your reason gained the bet
ter Of your panic. Some innate de-
cency caused you to report the
crime to us. Some reasoning power
told you to return and take I'D
your normal life. But you con-
cealed your identity in the tele-
phone report: you refused to re-
veal any connection betwe 4 you
and Miss Sinclair. AS murder
victim, she was no longer the OBJ
ject Of your infatuation!"
"You," he stated with great
Scorn, were befriended by Miss
Sinclair. You betrayed her trust,
and when she meted out justice to
you, you gave her hate. Your high
est ideal is personified in your
tough and criminal friends. This
upright and honest woman stood
between you and a career Of crime
on which you were eager to en-
bark. You staggered, you drank
booze, and you packed gun; thus
did you pass your initiation with
your gangland pals. You quarrelled
with the woman who stood in the
way Of your first big chance to
rob and terrorize. The gun you
carried could have shot the bullet,
could have taken the life Of the
person who was your obstacle.
Murder instead Of robbery may
have been your first venture into
crime!"
CHAPTER XXXIV
The inspectors next victim was
Mrs. Darlington.
ITO you grant less. cowardice.
'You are deliberate and calcu-
lating personality. You have stated
that you decided either you or
Miss Sinclair must be removed
from Mr.. Carrington's life. You
are not the person to efface your
self. You have no alibi for Thurs.
day, the twentieth Of october.
"You, who were once ready to
promise to protect this murdered
girl all the rest Of your lives; who
once loved her in gsiety and sun
shine, could not face the earnest
ness Of her life, the real depth Of
her personality. You wanted her
as a summer playmate, not as a
wife. With that change came also
a mad, fanatic devotion to an
other woman, to a woman whom.
you married before your engage
ment to the little teacher was
broken. In your self-centered in
fatuation, you saw only threats
and reproaches in the sad, heart.
broken little note she wrote you.
You were angry and fearful that
this brittle marriage Of yours
might suffer at her hands. One
hour and half after that letter