The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1941-06-07

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leave 100 much work on hand wh<n
the dinner guests departed.
She filed tall cut glasses cups
with frothy, and went into the din
ing room.
"Oh. Clarebell' Fay said as
Ruth entered. Turn on the Christ
mas tree
Yes, Mrs. Wallberg"
Ruth sat the dishes before Fay's
guests took away more soiled ones.
She heard Barbara say Your maid
looks delicate-has she suffered
an illness lately
Heavens no. said Fay. Glare
bells iinness is deceiving-sAe's
/ quite strong"
| In the living room. Ruth touched
the lich, switch that flooded the
beautiful room with soft blue
glow The flowers and holly
wreaths made the room enchant-
ins.
Ruth completed her task OF dish
washing. She was in g fever of i'm
patent The handkerchief and memo
pad weighed heavily on her con-
science. Yet she maryeled al her
emcriiy in going there. Peter
Deans pocket. And then she grew
signify weak in the knees as the
thought entered her mind that
Peter might miss his handkerchief
and pad before leaving the apart
mont such a possibility made her
rush almost frantically thru hsr
work
Fay and her guests proceeded 10
tho living room. where the beauti-
ful christmas display brought her
loud praise.
"Ah, Fay how lovely" cried
Barbara. Such beauty OF color
II aereee Fay your coloring is
lovely especially admire the
dainty rose in your hair" PHILIP
made a gallant bow.
Fay pretended 10 pout. I'm hurt
TO think my own guests didn't
notice my gorgeous rose before
this I'm Inundated"
Perhaps the bride and groom
didnt sec il Fay but l caught its
beauty when first came in
your very sweet tonight"
Fdy'- eyes revealed the strength
the constancy OF her love for Peter
For moment Fay and Peter for
got their guests in the Joy Of be-
Ing together once more. Without
realizing il their hands moved to-
ward each other.
barbara and Philip looked away
as Of unable TO witness such un-
selfish affection-when measured
/ by the farcical marriage such as
theirs with IT'S foundation built on
lis and cementcd in hate.
lielore the evening was over
Ruth thanking a kindfate that had
so arranged Fay's apartment that
she could get from the kitchen 10
the bedroom without going into the
living room. As she put the last
glass away. she could hear Fay
,nggestng game OF bridge. Ruth
knew she could be called into serve
vine and other refreshing drinks.
Taking a swift inventory OF the re-
frigerator she left for the bedroom
10 lay out Fays things for the
night. AS Ruth laid out dainty
lingeri, sorting out Fay's favorite
bedroom slippers, only one thought
was in her mind how TO leave the
apartment quietly.
She removed the wine colored
dressing gown from its satin
holder. Fragrant perfume permeat-
Cd all OF Fay's clothes. an eiotic
scent call Evening Rose" Ruth
put the gown TO her face. How
wonderful 1t must he 10 be able to
afford perfume that sold for forty
dollars an ounce. Sheer extrayg-
ance.
Ruth shook the folds OF the
dressing robe. her fingers smooth
ing the delicate shirring on the
wide patched pockets. with a
caressing gesture. A tiny bit of
metal, cold and hard. made her
stoop short. while her eyes glowed
with a strange light
The voices OF Fay and guests
iloated into the bedroom-they
were talking about the coming
trial. Peter Dean was speaking
We'll Philip. presume this trial
OF the Day girl won't cause you to
work up much OF q sweat"
THAT can't say" Philip answ-
cred. as he shuffled his cards, while
the others waited. Murder trials
sometimes have a funny way o.
jumping to unexpected con-
clusions."
ITS hard 10 imagine this one go
ing that Barbara said.
II hope. Fay replied bit nerv-
ously, you won't cross examine
me too severely"
Don't fret about II" Philip answ-
cred. "All that nonsense about
these "eat them alive" methods Of
cross questioning is largely the
vivid Imagination OF cub reporters
They play It up-and the public
likes t."
"Then. We as witnesses. have
nothing TO fear Peter laughed
mot as I see H." Philip answer
ed. Ruth from the bedroom could
hear the cards as thew hit the table
cor Philip was dealing. then he
added Nothing 10 fear at all--only
the guilty ones need fear"
A profound silence followed
Ruth listened until she heard Fay
say in a voice a bit shrill. Heavens
let's get off the subiect-murder
trials make morbid conversations. /"
Ruth's fingers frightened around
the key in Fay's dressing gown
pocket-the key 10 her desk.