The Waterbury Democrat., 1937-11-16
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ltalk," she said slowly. And perjury is 0 punishable crime, Don't forget that when you're summoned"
 Nobody can prove I was there, because I wasn't" Ardath per- sisted. And if Alan says SO, I'll say he is no gentleman and is only trying to save Jill from prison, IT guess with all her looks and money, she'll get by with few years in prison. When she comes out, she won't be so highhat. l imagine"
 There was no help here. Patty admitted to herself that Ardath had the upper hand. There were times when Ardath could look so sweet and appealing. She could pic- ture Ardath with that innocent look she had at times, looking up at a jury through a mist of tears, swear Ing she was being made a victim to save Jill.
 T don't believe you would tell the truth even to save Jill's life, Patty cried out suddenly. a.
 Lets hope 1t won't come to that" Ardath smiled, carefully using her compact. After all Patty, you couldn't expect me to tell the world was at Alan's just to clear Jill Wentworth's skirts. What kind of a girl do you think I am anyway"
 T don't have to puzzle about It. know" Patty replied grinlly
 There was nothing else to do No one else who could help. In a flash 1t came to her. There was the old woman with the red scarf Jill had given her.
 She must find her. Her testi- mony and the scarf would clear Jill.
 But nobody on e7th street had seen an old beggar woman wear ing a red scarf.
 "Beggars don't come on this street." one iratc woman told Patty. Some of us may be poor, but we're all respectable, and able to take care of ourselves. Who ever heard of such story? An old lady, begging at that time of morning" ..,..
 Patty turned away. Well, of course Jill hadn't said the old lady was Q beggar. But she had kept the money Jill had given her which amounted to the same thing. And these cold mornings she would be sure to wear that red woolen scarf. She had covered every place in the block. Mo- there was the apartment next door to Alan's occupied by an elderly artist. She would 90 back to him, and tell her story once more. If he couldn't help, she would ask the police to keep lookout for an old woman wearing Q red scarf. Beyond that - but Patty wouldn't think beyond that.
 Once more, Patty rang the bell of the apartment that adjoined Alan's
 And again the friendly face Of the elderly man appeared.
 "Still looking for the young man?" he queried, before Patty could speak I'm afraid I've no news. I haven't seen him since he left today. And nobody has come to his apartment"
 "No," Patty answered, "1'm not looking for him now. I'm trying to find an old woman-"
 "An old womanl" The elderly man smiled. "So it's an old woman instead of e young man you want to find?"
 Patty smiled wa1ly back at him. Of course, she did sound crazy. But somehow she must convince him she was not.
 "Someone - Q girl friend of mine Is in great trouble" Patty said. This young man and an old woman who was begging in front the day my friend came here are the only two people who could help her"
 I've have no beggars," the man began stiffy.
 i've heard that before.' Patty answered. "Just the same there was an old woman in front of this Duhullk, uilu Hly hiehu BuVS lNA some money and a red woolen scarf"
 "A red scarf" the man ex- claimed. "Oh, of course. VIII you come in2"
 Patty walked in She had Q nervous feeling that maybe she shouldn't be following him. His eyes had gleamed so queerly at the mention of the red scarf.
 They were walking down e hall. And now the man was throwing q door wide.
 Seated near q glowing fire, knit ting briskly, was an ancient. looking old woman. About her shoulders was @ cheery red scarf.
 Mama" began the man stern-