Evening star., 1952-08-09

Friend
Youth Slew CIeI
"I still don't believe Roland
killed that man."
Those were the measured words
of a young woman who said she
had heard whispered confession
| of murder from 17-year-old boy
friend less than "a hours before.
II can tell when he's lying" de-
clared Mrs. Darlene harrington.
pretty 19-year-old divorcee. "He
gets a certain look in his eyes, and
he's lying now."
She was speaking of William
Roland White. whom police accuse
of brutally Staying a Marine Corps
clerk in a Ninth street alley at
midnight Thursday. White con-
fessed to police yesterday. after
they found him wearing the slain
mans ring, watch and shoes.
And last night, as both were be-
ing questioned at police headquar-
ters, White suddenly burst out:
Darlene. if I get out of this,
will you marry me.?"
'Like q Brother" to Her.
What her answer was. Mrs. Bar
rington, mother of a 3-year-old
girl. wouldn't say. Although she
has dated White frequently. she
insists he has been just a brother
to her-a kid she felt sorry for.
She told her story to reporters
last night:
She was asleep in her apartment
at 1913 Fourth street NE, dream
ing of her daughter Linda Marie,
who lives with her mother in Port
land, Greg.
| About lis am, she heard q
rapping on the window. 1t was
Roland.
That was one of her peeves with
Roland. Ever since he met her at
a dance last June he, was always
coming around, waking her up
at night to talk.
But this time it was different.
Roland was excited. He had blood
on his trousers and he was breath
ing hard.
Darlene" he said in the dark
ness I've beaten. a man to
death"
II didn't believe him." Mrs.
Darlington said. "He was always
talking like that, trying to show
how important he was. He often
said he had beaten people up,
and he was just lying"
II fought over you." insisted the
tall youth. He said a man had
been talking about her hav-
ing had an affair with him when
she lived in Virginia.
! She laughed at the lie he had
told.
"He wanted me to drive him
down to Ninth street. It was
training and I felt sorry for him.
But I told him had to sleep. He
insisted.
I Asks About Watch.
IT asked him about the watch
and he said his brother Bucky
had returned it to him. He told
me once that Bucky was wearing
his watch, and it was just like this
one, so I didn't think any more
|about it."
] She put on a bathrobe and slip
Ipers and drove him down to Ninth
street. He bought her a sand
Iwich and went around to a waf-
Inc shop on Pennsylvania avenue
flor some coffee.
There "a blond girl came up
and spoke to Roland"
i He told her I was his sister" /"
Mrs. harrington related. "This
IIgirl said some awful things to me
He told me to go around the cor
ner and park and he would finish
talking to her and join me. But
didn't. I drove right home"
i He arrived shortly afterward
apparently by cab. They talked
for awhile. until her roommate
came home. She told him to GO
home and then went to bed.
But next morning. there was
Roland, asleep in the back seat
Iof her car. She drove him to his
sisters home at IL M street NV
and went to work.
i About 1880. I bought q news
paper. The first thing that hit
Ime were the headlines. I remem-
lbered what he had told me ano
Tread that police were looking fol
lsome Ninth street buns. but
still didn't think it was Roland
Il called his sister, and she