The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-05-15


heard that. Are you sure?"
I'm still not satisfied" Wrenn
insisted. and a perplexed frown
creased his forehead. THE whole
thing is-it's unbelievable; link
ing Janice Fowler with the muir
der is Just another Incompetent
sible development in an incom-
prehensible crime"
Wrenn without Clue
Or Theory, He Says
Perhaps you have a theory OF
your own, Mr.. Wrenn," I sug'
gested, but he shook his head.
"All right, then. I'll say good
morning, and thank you. Do you
intend to do any work today?"
He had risen and was accom-
panying me to the door. He said,
"I suppose must try, though it
will seem strange without Margie
Shannon"
We shook hands, but I hesitated
in the doorway. you know Janice
Fowler only slightly, I gather; yet
you seem sure Of her innocence.
Why?"
Wrenn smiled wanly. "'Sure,
did YOU say? I'm not sure Of any
thing, after what has happened
And I hope am not called upon
to explain everything I say
Suppose you talk to Janice Fowler
and then let me know if you think
she's murderesS."
"All right. happen to be on
my way to see her right now"
informed him, and left.
At the police station the turn
key didn't want to let me go to
Janice Fowler's cell. I wasted
about five minutes in hot argu.
ment and finally appealed to
Hogan in the detective bureau. He
compromised by having her
brought into the detectives room,
a vast place resembling a school
room and filled witt rows Of small
desks. He stipulated, however,
that the interview be conducted
WII1llI1 Ills IICdIu1S"
"And thank me for that" he
added grimly as he took his seat
at the big desk at the head of the
room.
The girl came in then, escorted
by the grumbling turnkey. who
favored me with a sheer and de-
parted muttering. She carried
her head high and looked amaz-
ingly fresh despite what must have
been a miserable night; and she
actually smiled when went to-
ward her and motioned her into a
seat at one of the little desks.
care you the handsome reporter
who sent the message?" she in
quired.
How did you guess it?"
grinned. straddling the seat In
front of her so I could face her.
"Well, not from your Mr.. Dona-
hue'S description, to be sure" she
said. With that, though, her
smile faded and her face became
serious. It was an arrestingly
pretty face, framed in sunny hair
with wave in it that beauty
shops don't sell. Jani~1 Fowler
was not as beautiful. I suppose,
as Margie Shannon, but she was
beautiful just the same. Men.
tally I contracted the two girls.
The one before me was small and
trim and blithe. although for the
time being her gaiety had van.
iShed. An independent little trick,
capable of telling any man where
to head in.
Then there flashed into my
mind another picture-of Janice
Fowler facing a jury in a crowded
courtroom and Francis Miles, the
County Prosecutor, ripping into
her with one of his devastating
cross-eXaminations -.
who's your lawyer?" I asked
abruptly.
Proud Girl Declares
Lawyer Unnecessary
Janice reared her head proudly
and looked me in the eyes. why
should I have one?" she demand
ed. II haven't done anything"
IT didn't say you had. Still
there's no use being foolish about
this. Have you got a lawyer?"
"You forget that I work in g
law office" she said. "Lounsbury
Evans and Gore. Mr.. Evans
wants to be my attorney but ]
haven't consented to see him yet.
"Why?" He's one of the best
IN town."
II guess I know that"
HAS Evans been down to SET
you?" I asked.
Twice."
you're putting him in a fine
position. He can't keep running
down here without being accused
Of soliciting a client under arrest
like a cheap ShySter."
She said nothing to that.
said, II think you're innocent