© Ben Ames Williams, CHAPTER VIII—Continued Be The questioning of Sentry on the witness stand by Mr. Falkran con- tinued: Q. Under what circumstances? A. Miss Randall came in to say that Miss Wines had asked to see Mr. Loran. Mr. Loran was not in. Miss Randall suggested that I see her. Q. Never mind what Miss Randall said. The District Attorney might object to your telling us that. But as a result of something Miss Randall said to you, and of your reply, what happened? A. Miss Wines came into my office. Q. She talked with you? A. Yes. Q. Did she ask for something? A. She wanted money. Q. How much? A. A hundred dollars. Q. Why that exact amount? A. She said— Q. No, you had better not tell what she said. Do you know of your own knowledge, and not because of anything she said, why Miss Wines wanted the money? A. No. Q. Was it in consequence of anything you had done? A. No. Q. Where was Mr. Loran that after. noon? A. He was out of town Refused Dead Girl Help. Q. As a result of what Miss Wines told you, Mr. Sentry, did you give her any money? A. No. Q. Or advice? A. I went into the re- ception room to speak to Miss Randall Q. Immediately? A. Miss Wines had been with me perhaps five minutes. Q. She came to you for money and you sent her away? A. Yes. Q. Why? A. 1 was afraid of being in- volved. Q. Afraid? A. Yes. Q. You sent her away? A. She was crying. I went into the reception room and spoke to Miss Randall, leaving Miss Wines alone in my office Q. Did you ever after she left your employ give her any money? A. No. Q. Did she offer that day any reason why you personally should give her money? A. Only that she needed it. Q. No attempt to blackmail you then or later? A. No. She asked, but she did not demand. Q. By the way, you had a duplicate key to the back door? A. Yes Q. Where was it that day? side drawer of my desk Q. When you went into the reception room that day, what did you discuss with Miss Randall? A. I asked her to get rid of Miss Wines. Q. Did she? A. She went into my of- fice. I went downstairs, Q. Down the main stairs? the back stairs Q. And on that occasion you did not see Miss Wines again? A. No. Q. When you came back to your office -if you did? A. 1 did, half an hour later. Q. Did you notice anything unusual? A. The side drawer of my desk was open. Q. The one in which you kept the du- plicate key? A. Yes. Telis of Bridge Game Q. Had you left it open? A. Perhaps. I do not know. Q. Did you notice whether or not the key was gone? A. No Q And was this before or after you began to carry a revolver in the car? A. Before. Q. How more Q. How long before Miss Wines was killed? A. About three weeks Q. Was Mr. Loran in town after that day and before Miss Wines was killed? A. Yes Q. Do you know whether Miss Wines saw him? A. I do not. Q. Now, on a certain Thursday eve. ning, Mr. Sentry, did you play bridge after dinner at r club? A. Yes, ev- ery Thursday Q. I am ref 1 to the evening Miss Wines was killed. A. Yes Q. Till what time did you play. on that occasion? A. Till about ten thirty. Q. You left the club when? A. Eleven o'clock or a little after Q. In your car? A. Yes Q. With the revolver in the dash lock. er? A. Yes. Q. You went where? A. 1 started home, got almost there, then went back to my office Q. Why? A. Mrs. Sentry had arranged that day to have a package delivered at the office from Butler's Q. Dealers in kitchenware? A. Yes. Q. What was in it? A. A drip coffee A. Down long before? A. A week or t. Q. What was to be done with 11? A. Mrs. Sentry had asked me to bring it home. Q. Was it In the car? A. I forgot it on my desk when I left the office. Q. And you went back to your office? A. To get it, yes. Q. You got there—when? A. Some time between eleven thirty and twelve. Q. Stopped where? A. At the curb by the back door. Q. Did you lock the car? A. I left the key in the lock. Q. And went immediately upstairs? A. No. 1 unlocked the door, and started up, and 1 thought 1 heard voices. Q. Voices? A. A voice Q. A woman's or a man's? man’s. Q. And what? A. I listened, but the sound was not repeated. 1 was nerv. ous, came out and looked for a police- man, saw none, decided it was my imagi- nation. A. A Admits Killing. Q. So you did what? A. I took the revolver out of the car and went quietly upstairs, Q. Suddenly braver, Mr. Sentry? A. Playing a game, like a fool kid. 1 didn't really think there was anyone there. Q. Took the revolver and went up- stairs? A. Yes. Q. How far upstairs? A. To the third floor. Q. Was anyone there? A. Yes. Q. You saw some person or persons? A. It was dark. Q. You had no light? A. There is no light on the back stairs. Q. So you came up in the dark? A. The stairs are familiar. I've been using them for thirty years. Q. Is there a door at the head of the stairs? A. Yes. Q. And what did you do? A. Opened the door, stepped through ft. Q. StilP in the dark? A. Yes. Q. And did anything happen? A. Some- one jumped against me. Q. Man or woman? A. A man. Q. What then? A. The impact knocked me against the wall. It jarred me so that the gun went off, Q. Had you cocked it? A. Yes. . And it went off. Then what? A. The man who had bumped me ran down the back stairs, Q. You saw him? A. I heard him. ast i you do? A. 1 turned on . Where? A. In my office. . You went into the office? A. 1 stood in the doorway and reached the switch. Q. Did that light the hall? A. Yes, nog you see a Al , nything? a woman lying on the hall floor. we . Why not? A. 1 realized that 1 might be blamed. Q. In other words, you were afraid? A. Yes. Q. And you did not telephone? A. No. When I went into the office, I saw that the safe was open. There is a money drawer in it, and this drawer had been taken out and was on my desk. The money was still in it. About three hun- dred dollars. Q. Yes? A. I realized that no one would believe there had been a robber there unless the money was taken. Q. Yes? A. I decided to make it look like a robbery. Q. What did you do? money. Q. You had gloves on? night was cool, Q. And then what? A. I turned off the light and went downstairs, Q. Did you take the package for which you had come back to the office? A. No, I forgot it again. Q. When you got downstairs, did you notice anything about the car? A. It was gone, Q. What did you do? A. I supposed it had been stolen. I walked to the corner at random, and then I saw my car. Q. Where was it? A. It was just around the corner, half a block from where I had left it, parked the wrong way of a one-way street. Q. What did you do? drove home. Q. What did you do there? A. Put up the car. Then I threw the pistol in the lines ni A. Took the A. Yes, the A. Got In and I | river back of the garage. 1 went In the house and down cellar and burned the money in the furnace Q. And then? A. 1 went to bed Court adjourned till Monday morning. Mr. Falkran afterward announced that he had finished with direct examination, 80 that Mr. Sentry’'s cross-examination will begin at once when he resumes the stand, That state like a hypnosis, in which Mrs. entry had found herself 80 much of the time since the trial began, persisted during Mr. Sentry's direct testimony. When at adjournment Mr. Sentry left the stand, her eyes met his and she smiled at him firmly as he was led away. Then she and Phil went out together, slowly, surren- dering themselves to be a passive part of the sluggish stream of spec- tators which banked at the door and trickled through, and dispersed along the marble corridors. She clung to Phil's arm, and they came down to the limousine, and many eyes pinned them and whis- pers galloped like hounds hot on their trail as they drove away. They rode in silence for a while, till at last Phil mopped his brow and looked at her and asked miser- ably, “Want to talk, mother?” *“No, not yet, Phil!" He said with a jealous loyalty: “I don't believe he ever looked at any woman in his life but you. No mat- ter what he says.” But she did not answer him. After a while he asked huskily: “Mother, did you know what he was going to say? I mean, about the night she was killed?” She remembered with a pitiless clarity that day she first saw Arthur after his arrest. She said: “He told me, yes. Told me he—went there and found her dead.” And she added, quickly, “He didn't know then that his shot had killed her.” Phil cried, “Why didn't you tell me?” “It couldn’t have done any good, Phil, to tell you.” “But it was an accident!” “Yes.” She added, unable to check the word in time. “If they believe him." “Why, they've got to, haven't they? It all fits.” He pounded his fist on his knee. “It's rotten enough; but at least he’s not a mur- derer.” She said nothing; and he spoke half to himself: “I've never seen him except with you; never— asked him any questions. Did he tell Mr. Flood all this?” She said wearily: “I think not. 1 think Mr. Falkran and Mr. Hare both advised him to answer no ques- tions, say nothing at all, after he was arrested.” When at last they came home, Linda was there with Barbara. Bar- bara as they came in looked at her mother and then at Phil, searching- ly; and Mrs. Sentry said quickly: “He was fine, Barbaral” Linda cried, ‘‘There, Barb! I told you he would be.” She explained, in a tender tone, ‘‘She’s been worrying so!” Mrs. Sentry thought how little Barbara seemed, and how young, and so terribly hurt. This, too, Ar- thur had done; yet—suddenly today she could not hate him. She said again to Barbara: ‘Yes, he was fine! I was never so proud of him.” She saw Phil watch her wonder- ingly; and she said calmly: “Lunch must be ready. Linda, will you stay?” While they were at table—Bar- bara had a tray in her room-—Mr, Falkran telephoned, spoke with Mrs. Sentry. ‘“He's going to see Mr. Sentry first,” she reported, ‘‘then come out to consult with me. He feels that Mr. Sentry made an excellent wit- ness, that the jury was impressed.” “Of course,” Linda agreed. After lunch, Mrs. Sentry suggest- ed: “Linda, take Phil away for the afternoon, will you? Take him for a “Im Hil i long drive.” She smiled. "He needs fresh air, fresh ideas: needs you." And she added suddenly, apologeti- cally: “Don’t if you'd rather not! You've been such a rock of strength, I don’t want to impose on you.” “Of course I will” Linda Mrs. Sentry was deeply relieved to be left thus for a while alone. Presently the doorbell rang. Dean Hare. Mrs. Sentry greeted him composedly, said, “Well, Dean?" low tone. “All right.” “You were wonderful!” “Why not?” He said ruefully: “I didn't know what was coming, Ellen. Falkran didn’t take me into his confidence.” She made no comment, and he said at last, “It had an effect on the jury.” ‘Mr. Falkran thought so.” He watched her as though he hoped, by adding some word, she might make it possible for him to say more; but she dreaded any sign of sympathy, gave him no open- ing, asked instead: “Had you some business? Mr. Falkran is coming presently.” Yes, I'm afraid I have. Mr, Loran called me. He resented Falkran's bringing him into this.” “Oh!" She conceded, “Oh, yes, I suppose he would.” Hare explained, “He wants to dis- solve his partnership with Mr. Sen- try.” “Does he?" ‘““He has named a figure,” Hare told her, ‘‘based on what he believes the business—real estate, accounts receivable, contracts, cash, good will—is worth. He offers to buy Mr, Sentry’s interest, or to sell his own, on the basis of that figure. The de- cision is up to you.” “Suppose I wish neither to buy. or sell.” “He will take court action to force a dissolution.” “Can he do that? Force it?" “Certainly.” He added: “That of course might involve the sacrifice sale of many assets.” “What do you advise?” The lawyer made a doubtful ges- ture. ““You can hardly run the busi- ness yourself.” And he suggested: “Suppose 1 ask Mr. Loran to make his offer in writing, to let it stand open as long as possible. Meanwhile you can consult Mr. Sentry, or 1 will—"" “Perhaps you had better.” “Very well. And after you de- cide" “Exactly.” She had a grateful interval before Falkran came. When he arrived, they went into the library, were there alone. The attorney professed confidence. “lI have just come from Mr. Sen- try,” he said. “He made an excel- lent witness this morning. 1 timed things so that we could adjourn as soon as he was done, in order to al- low his evidence to make a maxi- mum impression on the jury's mind over Sunday. Mrs. Sentry, the State lost, this morning, all the ground it had gained. They must begin again from the beginning now." Yes?” “You may take my word for it,” he assured her, watching her, sens- ing something new under her rigid calm. “You see, they expected him to make a complete denial; but Mr. Sentry told the jury what actually happened, and the truth fitted the pattern of the evidence the State had presented in every detail. Their case, so far as first degree murder is concerned, is destroyed.” She did not speak. After a moment he went on: “Of course, I appre- ciate your feelings this morning. I know quite well that Mr. Sentry did not appear in an admirable Still she said nothing; and he spoke almost hurriedly. “He will face cross-examination on Monday. That will be distressing. The State will emphasize the—unpleasant as- pects of his testimony. Yet you aust be there.” After a silent moment, when her head bowed, he took this as assent and rose to go; but he made one more demand. tomorrow, suggested, Panic did for a moment flicker in her eyes. ‘Must I?" He said gently, “If I were District Attorney, when you took the stand, my first question on cross-examina- tion would be: ‘Mrs. Sentry, have you visited your husband in his cell since you heard his direct testimo- ny?’ * no doubt?’ he tionless. Then she cried desperate- (TO BE CONTINUED) Tomatoes without seeds are being grown in the department of horti- culture at the University of Mis- souri by use of chemicals. Nor- mally tomatoes require pollinization and fertilization to set fruit, but that also means that seeds will be formed. So the workers at Colum- bia pinch out the parts of the flower that produce the pollen, thus stop- ping fertilization, and then seek another stimulus in the form of a growth-promoting substance, or hor- mone, to cause the fruit to set. The result is that tomatoes de- velop normally, but instead of con- taining seeds and pulp, the toma- toes are solid meat. The fruit is of normal size, but weighs more, says the Kansas City Star. 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