Evening star., 1937-04-11
THIS WEEK

at the FreeStone Apartments. l want
to get home. don't want to get mixed
in this. That man isn't my husband.
Do yon want to be held as witness?"
That argument bore fruit. The cab
driver swung the car from the curb
in a slow turn. looking back as if
expecting some signal from the officer.
But the officer. his eyes rlveted on the
still form on the sidewalk, paid no
attention to them so you live at the
Freestone, eh?" the cab driver re-
marked suspiciously as he shifted
gears. What's the name?'
Winifred knew he would check up
on the directory in front of the apart
ment house. The only name she knew
listed on that directory. was that
of the ed-headed man. "karlus, she
said. j.. f. Karlus.'
Were you mixed up in what hap
pened tonight"
''Of course not.
We'll, that guy with you made
some crack I'd have to keep up with
the police car if wanted to be safe.
He was trying to get you to hurry.
Don't talk so much. Pay attention to
your driving"
He finally deposited her in front of
the Freestone Apartments, and fol
lowed her up to the entrance, ostensl-
bly, to make change, but, in reality, as
she knew, to check up on the directory.
I've forgotten my keys" she SAID,
reaching casually toward the push
buttons, intending to press surrep-
titiously the button below the Karlus
name with the tip of her little finger,
while pretending to ring Karlus.
The taxi driver, with sudden polite
ness, said, I'm do it, ma am and
pushed a heavy thumb against the
Karlus button.
A moment later the speaking tube
whistled into noise, and a mans voice
said, Who is it,"
The taxi driver glanced expectantly
at Win. Win. said nhesitatingly,
Sylvia"
The voice from the speaking tube
said, Sylvia Why, what -"
open up" she interrupted. I'm
not going to stand here all night.
The door made buzzing sounds as
Karlus released the latch, and Win
had a sudden sinking feeling as she
pushed open the door and saw the
broad capable shoulders of the cab
driver turn toward his cab. Then the
door closed behind her. and there was
nothing for her to do but walk bravely
to the elevator.
1t was not until she was rafting up
ward that she realized she hadn't the
faintest idea of what she intended to
do. Her instinct as newspaper wom-
an had led her directly to karlus.
She had wanted to cover his arrest,
but a peculiar series of events had
placed her in a position where she
would have to interview the man un-
less -. She didn't need to go to his
apartment at all. She would merely
leave the elevator, station herself at
the end of the corridor where she could
see everything that happened and -.
The elevator jerked to stop. Some
one whipped open the outer door, and
she found herself gazing into the
darkIy somber eyes of the red-headed
man with the expressionless face. For
a moment she had a wild idea she
might sweep past him, but his eyes
caught and held her. Il didn't think
it was Sylvia" he said omlnously.
Il came from Sylvia" she told him.
Come in," he said, and led the way
down the corridor to his apartment.
Win knew she was in for it then.
when did you see Sylvia last?' he
asked, assisting her through the door
with almost push.
Tonight" she said, noticing with
relief that there was no spring lock
on the door "At the hospital"
What were you doing there?"
''J'rn the nurse who has charge of