The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-06-08

After an hours questioning, the attorney muttered something to himself. It sounded like, Innocent as a baby" Then he commanded, Get Monterey on the telephone. You, Johnson"
 Pats thought raced madly. Frantically she yearned for Don. Although he was in the dark con- corning her identity he would see her through this nightmare until explanations could be made. Throwing discretion to the winds she timidly told the district at- torney where Don could be found. And, after a nerve-wracking wait, Johnson was talking to him. Non- committally, he told him where to come.
 Blood sang in Pats ears. Don was coming. He would try to help her but what could he do? She had a wild idea of donning the wig and glasses, even trem- blingly opened her purse but with the cold eye of the law upon her she was incapable of action. The IOOul BICW udAA, CAAC Cu6C VI tAlC desk seemed to be slipping from between her fingers. Faintly she heard Detective Johnson arguing with his chief.
 Mistake nothing. Just a clever actress-Monteray's wife dark = homely-" With every passing in- stant Pats nerves grew more taut.
 Then there was the sound of quick steps beyond the door and Don burst into the room. His face was white, his eyes, darting in search of Pats, terror stricken, his mouth grim. For a split sec- ond her eyes implored him, her hands went out in frantic appeal. Then she flew to his arms.
 That man." she sobbed, point ing at Johnson who watched them with narrowed eyes, brought me here and I don't know why. And that man." moving her finger ac- cusingly in the direction of the district attorney, asked me ques- tions. He asked mey my name and when I told him I was your wife he didn't believe me-" The tear-drenched eyes she raised were black with entreaty. At her words, a quiver ran through Don's big frame but he gathered her closer.
 There, there, darling" he said, and over her head, What's the meaning of this?"
 "Is she your wife?" asked the district attorney point blank.
 "Well rather" Don laughed fondly and took his handkerchief to wipe Pats drowned eyes. "All right now2" He seemed undis- turbed by the interested on- lockers. Come, darling, you need your tea or perhaps something bit stronger" Gently he guided her toward the door. Johnson rubbed his chin uncertainty. The district attorney muttered, T told you so," and went back to his desk. The reporter looked disap- pointed. Almost in the safety of ! the hall there was bad moment.
 Say, Monteray," said Detective Johnson, T thought your wife had dark hair - saw you with her at the theater :"
 Pats took quick breath but Don laughed easily. 50 that's the trouble" Lightly he touched Pats cheek in a teasing gesture. "Ill tell you something, boys," he said over his shoulder. "You never know from none day to the next what color your wife,s hair is going to be-" With that he closed the door behind them and hurried Pats through tn e outer office.
 The elevator was crowded, no chance for conversation there. The foyer was thronged with people.
 Don, Pats began as they reached the street.
 Not now, dear" he said quick ly. T don't know what it's all about but I'm on your side" AL most running they reached Don's car. Edging into the traffic he threw an anxious glance over his shoulder. Pats sat still, wonder ing where to begin. Don was en- grossed in making speed through the congested street. He barely made green crossing light and laughed exultantly, caught the next at the last possible second and sped on.
 Don" She must tell him.
 ,'Later, darling - I'm thinking" Recklessly he slid between a bus and taxi cab.
 "But, Don - listen-I am your wife" Breathlessly she tried to martial her explanations, to sort out the best words with which to meet his incredulous questions.
 But if Don heard her the words made no impression.
 Look" he said earnestly. "I've