The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-12
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that lay outnung on the rug. She recoiled with . cry. It was true. He was dead. People might not believe what Barry said. They might call It murder.
 She must do something. The servants would be coming in. They would find her grieved but composed. They must also md Barry in his room, asleep in his bed.
 Mrs, Wentworth shuddered vio- lently as she remembered that, she must 20 through the quiet house, open the back door for Barry, leaving the lonely figure on the rug.
 But she was already doing 1t. Passing swiftly through the hall, unlocking a door. Then back, and on up the stairs, to the east wing. She knocked on Miss Dexters door.
 Miss Dexter! Miss Dexterl" It was her own voice speaking. I'm frightened. I went to the bottom of the stair and called MT. Went worth. He doesn't answer. I'm afraid he's Ill. You know his heart isn't strong"
 Miss Dexter had put on the gray robe again. As the thought of her employers possible illness swept aside nervous fancies, she said practically: Poor dear, and you were afraid to go to the study. guess I upset you talking about burglars. Don't worry. I suspect he went to sleep. That's all"
 We must go down., Mrs. Vent worth insisted.
 "Yes, of course" Miss Dexter agreed. You poor thing, you're shaking"
 She sensed the sudden depend- ence upon her. It gave her . new feeling of command.
 She chirruped cheerfully in her thin, bird-like voice. "It's noth- ing at all, very likely"
 They had reached the lower floor and she saw Mrs. Wentworth reach automatically to turn the hall switch, flooding the big room with warm light.
 The next moment they were standing in the open study door A scream rose to Miss DeXter's lips, and died there, as she felt Mrs. Wentworth swaying against her; then arms clinging as her employer slipped without word to the floor
 MY Godi" Miss Dexter's frantic thought ran. "The poor mans died with his heart. And now, maybe, Mrs. Wentworth is dying from shock"
 She bent over Mrs. Wentworth. There, her eyes were fiuttering open. She was moving. At least she wasn't dead.
 "Im all right" Mrs. Wentworth said. She got to her feet and steadied herself by the table. "Get the servants, and then call doctor for MT. Wentworth"
 she doesn't know it's too late for @ doctor" Miss Dexter thought. She looked back from the door Mrs. Wentworth was moving some papers on the desk. Arranging them neatly.
 "She doesn't know what she's doing" Miss Dexter's thoughts ran on. Making the room nice for the doctor, when 1t isn't 0 bit Of use. MT. Wentworth was particular like that. too. He always kept his papers stacked under the marble paperweight, in @ nice, neat pile.'
 It seemed 0 long time, but she knew 1t was only & few minutes before the study was filled with quiet, sober-eyed servants.
 And then, Howell, the second butler. was saying In Q low but firm tone:
 Nobody should go near him until the police come. It might not have been his heart, He's had blow on the head"
 Mrs. Wentworths voice rang out wildly: You mustn't say things like that. Tho fall did that. There's no need fR police"
 T beg your pardon, ma'am. That may be true or 1t may not be. But 1 wouldn't be satisfied, beg your pardon again, ma'am, until the police see him. At least, I'd like for MT. Jack to see him before he's moved"
 Mrs. Wentworth nodded her head. She sank into chair and covered her face with her hands.
 "Ill wake MT. Jack and MT. Barry" Miss Dexter said. And Miss Jill, too, I guess. Oh, poor Miss Jill. She loved him so"
 A few moments later, she was pounding on Jacks door. And then on Barry's.
 Jack had bounded out of bed instantly, answering the summons: Anything wrong, Miss Dexter" -