The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-09-20
nAsT OF CHARACTERs

VAST UE ChA&ACIEkSS Y PRISCILLA PIERCE-herOine,
 nOung woman attorney.
 ARdY CiIly's roommate
 and murderer's victim.
 JIM KERRIGAN-Cilly's fisnce,
 HARRY HUTCHINS - Amy's
 strange visitor.
 SERGEANT DOLAN-OGlcer as-
 signed to solve the murder of Amy Kerr.
 Yesterday: Shy, strange little
 hFrg. COfbett tells CilIy that her
 mother saw a man throw Amy
 krom the roof. Fortunately for { CilIy she cannot fOreSee the terri- 1 kying days ahead as a result of Amy's death.
 VI CHAPTER V
 'TTl have to phone Harry Hutch fns-and MT. Ames," Cilly remind Ad herself. She hesitated, neverthe- less. Perhaps 1t would be better if khe waited until she spoke to Jim. She could ask him to do 1t for her. That would be easier.
 Tn the meantime she phoned her l Own offices and left word that she would be a little late. There were l khe arrangements for Amy's fu- neral. Aunt Harriet would prob i ably attend to that as soon as she arrived. But neither of them could l do anything until they saw the police again. The police had Amys body. The doctor was go- } lng to examine 1t thoroughly this ! morning.
 i She went into the kitchen and { Mechanically set about making koffee. Amy had been murdered, and the whole world was in a state of confusion, but neverthe- Hess you made coffee. No matter what happened, you always made eoffee the first thing every morn- tng.
 While 1t was perking, she went Into the bedroom to dress. Ser geant Dolan would certainly visit her again, as soon as Mrs. Corbett spoke to him. He would probably be quite different this morning, more exacting in his questions, more demanding in his tone. For Ehis morning it was case of murder.
 "I'd better be ready for him." Cilly thought. She was a little Frightened, and she wondered why. Surely she wanted to help the police discover the fiend who bad tossed Amy over the roof. The only thing to fear was that be might not be apprehended Ehat he might be left to commit another crime. She hoped the Eoffee would clear her mind so that not even the slightest detail of last nights happenings would escape her.
 Frpm her closet she took the black crepe, with the point Venice Dollar. It made her look very young and schoolgirlish. You would h'C have guessed that she was 27, And that she had finished law school lAnd been admitted to the bar two 1ears ago.
 She went out into the dinette ERnd poured herself a cup of coffee. Ishe drank 1t down black, without bugar. Then she poured a second kup.
 Outside in the hall, she heard
 Berry, the porter, talking to some ibne. The postman, probably. They bad something to talk about today beside the weather.
 Hear you had an accident here 1ast night?" That was the post man.
 "Yeh. Young lady"-Jerry hesi- eated and Cilly could picture him pointing to their apartment-"jump- ed of the roof Suicide. Pretty tough. She was nice girl
 Their voices dropped to a mur- mur, and Cilly knew they were Drawing their own conclusions of the case. What would they have to say tomorrow and the next day, when thcy knew that girl had been de- piberately murdered in this house?
 In a few minutes they stopped and Jerry wandered off to another task. Cilly could hear the postman mumbling to himself as he sorted the different pieces of mail and put them into their respective boxes. After he left, she went into the live Ing room to get her mailbox key out bf the desk. There might be let ter from her sister in Boston.
 She ran down the half dozen steps eo the vestibule and opened the mailbox. No letter today. Just a few bills and circulars and a postcard. She locked the box and took them back with her. In the kitchen she looked them over. A postcard A postcard from Jim! Quickly