The Washington times., 1936-04-17

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but knowing I must not let her
get away. I almost screamed for
joy when the inspectors white
head appeared at the top Of those
stairs. Mrs. Sardoni stopped with
suddenness that jolted her whole
body, then backed into her corner.
At the same moment the inspec-
tor saw her, advanced toward her,
and stood face to face with her.
"Well, Mrs. Sardoni, we meet
again."
"Why, yes, inspector. Are you
and your little stenographer on q
pleasure jaunt to the cityP"
He shook his head. mo, on bust.
ness. But am surprised to find
you on board. I would think your
place would be back in st. Joseph"
els one allowed not even q night
with an aunt now and then. II one
is an apartment house manager"
"I was not referring to your bust
ness duties, but rather to your
domestic ones"
Domestic"
eyes. I believe all good wives
stand by their husbands side when
trouble comes"
The woman looked him directly
in the eye. II don't believe I I'M
derstand you"
Perhaps you didn't know. Your
husband, your present husband,
Mrs. Perkins, has been charged
with the murder Of Miss Con-
stance Sinclair"
mo" he said, ut Is fortunate
for me, Your husband will need
no lawyer, for the charges against
him will be dismissed. You see,
we have captured the actual muir
derer."
Handouts were In view, but
even as they flashed, Mrs. Sar-
doni raised the bag In her hand,
smashed it in the Inspectors face,
darted around him and for the
stairs.
take no credit for what did.
It was an automatic act, one dear
to the heart of every high school
boy, and therefore something
have witnessed a hundred times
AS she neared my bench, I raised
both legs straight in front of me,
and she sprawled on the deck.
In two seconds, she was on her
feet, but her hands were safely
confined in the Inspectors hand.
cuffs, and her arm held in his
hard grip.
Miss julie" he said, IT give you
my badge. You not only had to
discover the murderer for me, but
you had to capture her as WE'LL"
It is q year since that hectic
day. People still talk about the
high school murder, and often
someone asks me to tell them
what I know, having been on the
inside as it were. For my picture
was in all the papers and my
name in all the headlines, much
to mothers protested disgust, but
inward pride. I was quite the
heroine for a while.
i Things have changed, however.
Melvin Wright is in Jail for
stealing automobiles. Allen is in
college, stronger and saner than
ever before. shall enter college
next fall myself, as will Dicky
and Helen and Patsy. Mrs. Car
rington got her divorce, but we
never heard any more about them.
Yet for me the mystery is still
unsolved. What is there about
one human being that can have
such effects on so many lives?
Why was Connie Sinclair any
different from Miss Sass or Miss
Whelton? Why do human pas
sions react so violently to certain
personalities that they can send
one woman to death, another tc
prison, a man to disgrace, anC
anothed to Illustration? Will
know these answers as ! grow
older?
O1Ceu LI1lL1k OF CONNIE, OF CAe
influence she eXerted on all these
people, and 7 wonder what she
thought and felt herself. She
seemed like hundreds Of Other
young women, a little gayer. 6
little less restrained than most
teachers, a little prettier, q little
more alive. Her affairs with
men were not so different from
those Of other girls either, 6
former sweetheart married tx
someone else, with a sentimental
belief he was still in love witt
her; a handsome fiance who wa.
} desperately anxious to marry 6
new girl; another who was Sc
cretly married, but who founc
her too desirable to give up.
= I know I'm just a kid, barrel,