Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-05-19
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| that l scurried away, across the
street and sauntered along there 70:
a while. Then a man carrying a bag
went up the steps to BOWS house
There was a light in the hall now,
and l saw the door open for the man.
A Chinaman let him in. Then the
door closed. More time passed, still
l stayed, across the street, but when
a car with a siren dashed up to the
| house and stopped. and men began
getting out and running up the steps
went away. The police.
| II was sure the woman in the FUR
coat had robbed the house. Yet
why should a man, obviously a doc
tor. so into the house? That he was
| a doctor seemed reasonable to me-
He was carrying bag, hurrying. A
| servant had met him at the front
door.
| II thought Of Joyce. Worried that
something had happened to her. 1
was crazy for hours. Walked the
streets. Didn't know where 1 was
Finally 1 killed time in a coffee
house. 1t was dawn when l came
out. l walked some more. Already
people were hurrying to work. I
| looked at the news stands. bought a
paper. The story I read, you know.
l was sick with nervousness by this
time. Should / so to the police, tell
| them what I knew? Or should 1
trust that they would find out? An
actress killed in BOWS house. I, also
a murderer, outside when it hap
pened. My agony was terrible.
thought Of Dow. His anxiety if he
knew I was near-he hadn't even
known I was out of prison. I didn't
want him to know until saw him.
Joyce. 1t would all come out. if I
went to the police. Who am. Who
Joyce is. I, her father. murderer.
know how the police go about ask
ing questions. I know only too well.
| Terrible.
| Finally I reached a decision. I
would go back to my hotel-a small
one on Seventh avenue, get my bags
and go away. I did, packed them in
| a hurry, and took taxi to Brooklyn,
registering there under another false
name. The first 1 had given at the
Seventh avenue hotel was a false one,
too. The hotel I chose in Brooklyn
was a small one, a cheap one. I felt
safe there. For days stayed in my
room, only coming out at night for
meals, and the newspapers. I was
anxious about Joyce. 1 was sure the
woman in the fur coat was the
murderer. Why had she been so
quiet entering the house? Why so
secret coming out? She must have
heard noise coming out of the door,
and hidden then with me near the
grill. I was tortured by the thought
Of what I knew, yet dared not tell.
1.-THE other murder-not in the
house, but on Fifth avenue. I read
it, and fought with myself again. If
did not tell there would be more
deaths Perhaps Joyce. must tell.
"Barrimore was the only touch I
had with the world, but he was dead.
There was no one else I could trust.
I thought of Warden Lawn, but if 1
telephoned him, communicated with
him, my call might be traced, and /
had no one to send for him.
"Dow's house full of detectives, 30
the papers said. You were a friend
of his, you had been present at the
murder. A friend of Miss Younger,
too.
Tonight 1 took the subway in,
frightened to DEATH I knew your
hotel from the papers. 1 came up
stairs as if / lived here. You were
a long time coming. First hid near
the fire escape, watching your room
every mnute-that's ALL"
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