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Show MY HEART AND I I MY HUSBAND A dele CUrrison's New Phase of Revelations of a Wife .VT"-' INOBRWOOD RAID WIIKX MAUUB TOl.il MEK KTOHY. -"-lw- J1 mt " about It," Lllliaa commanded, when we had reached n.y own room and she had turned a precautionary pre-cautionary key In tlie lock "All a..out what?- I evaded, foollsh- y rjuh' lor 1 had be" longing to confide in her. 1 "Thla mesa out at Bayvlew." Lillian retorted. Tve been watching It from S.er"' and 1 te" you it a dynamite. dyna-mite. The ramifications of such a thing are endless, and some of them might . hit you or any other Innocent bystander. bystand-er. I've been waiting for you to tell me something about It, but I ve come to the conclusion that you don't realise re-alise the gravity of the thing or how it may affect you." "lou you think aor- I asked aignlfl-cantly. aignlfl-cantly. Hhe whirled on me. "Then there lb som-'thlng." she declared de-clared "I frit It In my bones." "lour bones are prophetic," I retorted. re-torted. "1 waa Just on the point of coming to see you when you arrived." ' I knew lt: she declared triumphantly. triumphant-ly. "Now you sit down there, and. aa the lawyers say, refresh your memory.' mem-ory.' I want everything from the ver M-glnnlnK, and please don't l"ave out J anything, no matter how trivial." af I felt a sudden lifting of the heave1 -fciirivn nr anxletyr ?if ticen carrying""" l concerning the complications surrounding surround-ing Mllly Slocklirldge s death. Lillian e trailed mind, her boundless energy, her loving heart, wen all enlisted In my behalf. It would be a malevolent fate. Indeed, which could thwart her. 1 did not need to "refresh my memory." mem-ory." as she had requested. Kvcry Incident In-cident not only surroupdlng, but lesd- lng ;ip to the tragedy wss etched In- delihly upon my brain. And 1 had already al-ready marshaled them into a connected etory for Lillian's hearing, when after the appearance of the pseudo-lawyer 1 had decided 'to appeal to her for aid in unraveling the tangle In which 1 seemed to be enmeshed. l.llltan cupped her chtn In her hands with her elbows on her Irnees. almost at mv first word. The old familiar attitude at-titude would have In itself reassured me If the words had not already done so. It spelled Lillian In action, definitely de-finitely "on the pob." Dicky would aay. 1 began my atory with Kenneth Storsbridge'e odd behavior when he had first asked me to take the position of assistant In the Bayvlew High achool. and traced the chain of eventa conscientiously down to the mysterious death of the principal's wife. At two points she Interrupted me, but without looking up or hanging at all from her tense attitude. io jv "Say that over again.'' she commsnd- dramatic moment when Kenneth Stock. bridKe had dashed from his wife'e hands the glass of "fruit punch'' Intended In-tended for me. "H m!" she commented when I had gone over the incident again. "Uhe knew where to lay her hands on pois-en, pois-en, all right, and ne knew that she knew. It shows one thing, she hsd the Burgia type of mind, no straightforward straightfor-ward villainy for hers." I know better than to make any comment com-ment upon her monologue. Lillian always al-ways soliloquizes when she Is Intent upon a problem, and nothing so en. rages her aa to have anyone Interrupt her train of thought. Therefore 1 sal t nothing until Lillian, still without raising rais-ing her face from her hands, said curtly: "Go on." W Her second Interruption came when 1 waa relating the seemingly colorless Incident of the luncheon which Mllly .stockhrldge had shared with the teachers teach-ers upon the first day of the principsl'p absence. In blind obedience to LI! lian's command omitted nothing In the recital, even describing the packet of tea which I had taken to the school, some of which r had given to Mllly Stockbridge because she admired them "Wait a minule." Lillian commanded. "You nay he asked you how to prepare pre-pare that tea'."' "Ves. and 1 iiad to repeat the directions di-rections two or three times.'' "M m'" A long pause, then another crisp question: "liidn't I read somewhere that she had fallen between her tea table anu the telephone?" That was what Mr. Stockbridge said. who found her." A t.'llYPTIC ANSWKH. "Any Indications that she had ueei drinking tea or serving It to any one ' "1 am sure not. Alice liolcombe war rxpllclt on that point." "Any trsce of how ahc took .ha. nol.on. or ho".' it was adminliterid liner?" li-ner?" "None whatever, except that It wue the came kind which Mr. Stockbridge had in his phonographic laboratory ' "Of rourse it was. the clever fiend" was Lillian? cryptic answer. Then with un 'mpnlience ivhlch she only shows when Intent upon something baffling, sl.e addressed her cupped hands vixenlshly. "Now let us hope that the devil tske? care of his own, for there s certainly a flno 'mesa h'ru for somebody'.'! cooU lag." Tfhe continued ! |