The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-05-20

her husband, and that her plans here were very uncertain.
 When stated the purpose of my call, she readily complied. "Yes, I'll be going over to the company's office to pay my rent on the first of the month";, she said, "and will try to get the inc formation you want, and ycu may call again on the following morn- ing, if convenient"
 thanked her, and we walked together to the Vestibule, where she gave me her hand, saying, "so I'll expect to see you again soon," and I came away wondering how- ever did such Q well-bred and at- tractive young EngliShwoman happen to be conducting Q room ing house in Brooklyn2
 On the day appointed which happened to be the second day after the murder, I made my Scc- ond call at the Adams Street house, at about Il o'clock in the morning. But instead of being greeted as I expected by the pleasant young Englishwomnn.--H was started Rt encountering . most forbidding- looking man, of about 36, whose muscular body blocked my entrance to the Vesti. bule, and whoge sinister face sent a cold chill down by back.
 Tn q sharp, suspicious glance his blood-shot eyes searched me from head to foot, and in menace ing voice and manner he demand cd: "What do you want?"
 "Why--I want to see the land- lady" said, puzzled. And az I spoke I did see her. but he did not, as he was facing me, with his back to the hall.
 Looking over his shoulder, I saw her ct the top of the stairs--oom- ing down. Her face was white and terror-stricken. She was mo- tioning to me with her hands, and her lips formed the word--."Qoi-- Quicki-Ool"
 But between her alarming ape pearance and action, and this evil- looking man glaring at me like q panther ready to spring, ! was too bewilderGd to stir from my poBi- ton in the doorway--and she came rushing down to where we stood, and with one hand she pushed the evil-looking man back into the hall, ard with the other hand pushed me out of the doorway to the top landing of the street steps --and looking wildly at me, whis- pered, Your lifgc is in dangerl--. Hurryl - Don't look backl -- Hurryp
 The sun was shining brightly, and everything appeared serene out on Adams Street, but I f0l- lowed her instructions and went straight to the Brooklyn Bridge without looking back; though ell the time debating whether I ought to hail the first policeman and rec turn to the house and find out what it was ell about.
 Crossing the Bridge, and all the rest of the day, the uneannY scene at the Adams Street house--of hardly more than a minutes due ration-kept reenacting itself in my memory, and forcing Q lot of questions upon me--"Who is this man, anyway He certainly looks like one who has sold himself to the devil. What was he doing in that house2 What has he to do with her2 If was in danger-how about herself2 Is she in danger? If she has courageously saved me from harm, isn't it up to me at least to notify the police and find out about her safety?"
 But all my debating of these questions resulted in nothing more than watching the newspapers to see whether anything unusual was happening on Adams Street. And nothing being reported a few days the whole thing seemed so fantastic and unreal, that I be- gan to believe it never happened and was only n dream-and said nothing about it Co anyone.
 So. about 6 week later, upon my friends urgency to get the infor- nation from the insurance com pany. I made my third--and last call at the Adams Street house.
 
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