Show I Conf Confessions I II I Of a Bride Bridel Babs Babs' Nurse Gives Me a Ghastly Clue to the Bit of Lacy Linen Bob ob had something on his mind I decided as we drank our coffee something which he had determined that he would not tell me And cerI certainly certainly I I wasn't going to try to find out The lesson of the night before would last at least for the day Bob brushed his lips against my mt forehead as Morrisons Morrison's car turned up to our II curb But he didn't say Dont worry about Babs or add any of the other comforting phrases he had used the night before I missed them I needed them After he had gone I put my h head ad down on his pillow I fan fancied led It was still warm from the pressure of his cheek cleek and that was a dear comfort to me But nut instead of getting a much needed nap I kept turning my troubles troubles troubles trou trou- bles over and over What was Bob Dob concealing from me if It not a budding affair with that tawny hateful beauty There was the in incident incident incident in- in of the lace trimmed bit of linen It looked like a fine handkerchief chief chief but but certainly it had never belonged belonged belonged be be- longed long to me If Bob had a clear conscience in the matter of hiding It it when I saw it why did he act as If he hadn't Of course I went over to comfort Mother Lorimer as early as possible No letter demanding money from Daddy had come in the morning mail The detectives were disappointed to to hear nothing from Babs' Babs abductors They made a trip to the posto postoffice and went over Daddys Daddy's do downtown mail man The remained disappointed I 1 thought that they were too obviously uneasy about the breakdown of theory concerning the case It also occurred to me that the themen themen themen men were concealing Important information information information mation from Mother and me And I wanted to tell them that we were not Just ordinary women who would bother them with hysterics In case their news was bad there a single sing thing I 1 can cando cando cando do I wailed walled to Daddy go es go up and sit with Mother Iother B But t tether Mother said i iGo iGo Go and see what you can do with Mrs Chapin She's still in bed And she's getting more sleepless and and more helpless as the hours wear on without without without with with- out bringing news of our parting Mrs Chapin clung to my hand and whispered You dont don't think Mrs Lorimer you cant can't think that think that our little baby has bee be been murdered n utterly absurd Mrs Chapin Get a little sleep sleep please please do and do and you'll see things in a better light And I hoped she would fall off to sleep directly for that was was the second time she had planted the awful thought of murder in my mind Nobody Nobody Nobody No No- body could have a motive for doing away awa with that dainty morsel of hu humanity hu- hu manit manity I assured myself Sleep said Mrs Chapin How can I sleep with that detective Morrison keeping l me stirred up Every Every Every Ev- Ev ery little while he comes in with some dreadful question lIe He was in early this morning morning morning-he he wanted me to describe the clothes Barbara had on The last time I dressed her her her- Mrs Chapin broke clown down for several minutes min min- utes utes It it seems a year ago but it was only yesterday yesterdaY-l I dressed her up lovely lovely lovely love love- ly for the ladies ladles to see see you you remember ber ber-a ber a lot of them came to call I nodded Indeed I did remember They came to condole with Mother about about my mv husbands husband's engagement to Miss Miller And Babs had been brought In for a few minutes Why she wore that little dress I Imade Imade Imade made myself I 1 exclaimed The one trimmed with the Belgian lace which I paid so much for tor at a fashionable private sale of lace made by hy refugees refugees refugees ref ref- it lovely Mrs Irs Chapin sobbed I never saw any like it it Then she put out her hand han hang and anddrew anddrew anddrew drew me down so that she could whisper to me Mrs Lorimer Ive I've got to tell you I cant can't stand It to keep still any ant more Morrison had a piece of that dress He Ho showed it to me to see sec If I would recognize it He thought he kept part of it ft crumpled up in his hand hand hand- but in one corner ner of it I T saw saw saw-I I saw sawa saw saw- a little stain stain stain-of of blood To be continued |