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PAGE TWELVE THE NEWS AND THE HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON OUT of the NIGHT JY MARION WHITE Copyright, 1937, NEA S.rvic., Inc. CAT Or CHARACTER miarll.l A piPHcr rl, ymmnm v om atlrar. AMY KKHH lllly'a NMRHl a MiNmr'i victim. JIM KHIIIIHiA rlltra aaara. IIARHY III TI HI.M-AI'I lninii vlattnr. HKKUFA.NT IMI. W4IHr " mfmr4 1m aalra lb warder at Amr Kam . YMtvra'arl Nni Iwar teatl- a that aaa Brar4 a Mia rua ulna; dawa IB stair rlaat aftrr ta MaraVr aaa thra la traaa. draaiallf faaklna Mr wrl a. -Hal that laa't all arraraatl thai laa'l all." CHAPTER XXI A BREATHLESS silence fell upon the room. Every eye vbi fastened upon Mrs. Downey every ear awaited her disclosure. CUly wondered if other hearts beat as furiously as her own. She moved her chair a little to the left In order not to be so directly be hind the woman. She dreaded missing a word of her story. "Yes, Mrs. Downey?" Sergeant Dolan urged. "It was about 4 o'clock In the morning. I was so upset, I tell you, that I couldn't sleep much more that night. I kept hearing that poor girl s scream over4 and over again. Lucille was up, too, until after 1 o'clock, but I gave her one of my sleeping powders (he had to be to school in the morning and she fell asleep. "I stayed awake. I was afraid to take a powder myself for fear something else might happen. I had the funniest feeling, ser geant. I kept thinking if I fell sleep I might walk in my sleep and fall out the window just as that poor girl had fallen. I tell you, I'll never forget it . . Sergeant Dolan tapped impa tiently on the desk with his pencil, a T GUESS it must have been about 4 o'clock," she went on. 1 know I looked at the clock at 20 minutes to 4, and this was some time after that. I was out In the kitchen getting drink of water the 'water is always colder there than in the bathroom and I heard the door of the next apartment that's 4-B slowly opening. I can always tell the sound because the door squeaks a little. "Well, I thought it was a funny time for Mrs. Wheeler to be going out.- Even if she were sick or something, the drugstore would be closed. I was a little worried bout her. Living there all alone like she does, I knew how fright ened she must have been. Just like the rest of us. I tell you, if I didn't have Lucille, I wouldn't have stayed in that apartment lone that night. No, sir. I'd rather hava slept In the subway. So I thought if Mrs. Wheeler were nervous, she might just as well come in and spend the rest of the night with us, and sleep on the couch. I went to the door to tell faer so. "And then. Just as I was about to unlock the door, I heard a low voice in the hallf' It was only a whisper, but it was a man's voice you know how loud a man usu ally whispers. So I Just opened that little peep-hole on my door to see if the man was really com ing out of Mrs. Wheeler's. He was, all right. I could see him plain as day, with the hall light shining right In his face. He was stni whispering. I heard him say: "Everything will be all right, Helen. Nobody'H suspect . . ."" Sergeant Dolan straightened, his pencil poised in midair. "You're sure you heard that, Mrs. Downey? You're sure those were the exact words?" a Tips. DOWNEY pressed her lips together positively. "I'm bsolutely certain, sergeant," she aid emphatically. "Mind you, I didnt just wake up out of a sound sleep like I do sometimes, t didn't imagine this. I was as wide awake then as I am now, and I saw that man as plain as day, and I heard those words. 'Every thing will be all right, Helen,' he says, nobodyH suspect.' ... I tell you, I wish I knew then that there'd been a murder commit ted!" She nodded her head expres sively. "Mrs. Downey, would you rec ognize this man if you were to lee him again?" "Indeed I would. . . . Why, I saw him as well as I see you sit ting there, sergeant. I recoimiied his face the minute I saw it gain." What?" "I say I did see him agnin." As if an electric shock had toursed through the room, every person stiffened to attention. Mr. Corbett gripped the arms of his rhair fiercely. Mr. Hunter leaned m far forward in his chair that his wife laid a restraining hand in his arm. Every eye was glued n Mrs. Downey. 'Where did you see him, Mrs. Downey?" "In this morning's paper," she itated. "He was in the picture taken at the poor girl's funeral yesterday. He was standing right In front of the camera. Oh, I anew him all right." Tense muscles relaxed for the moment, there were a few deep breaths drawn. None of the men here had been at Amy's funeral. "What paper was this In, Mrs. Downey?" "In the NEWS, sergeant. I like to read the NEWS it's so much more interesting . , ." "Martin, run out and get copy of today's NEWS," Dolan snapped. "Thank you, Mrs. Downey. You've been very helpful." a a a AN Interminable silence fol , . ... .... . . www Aiarun i aeparrure rrora the room. Tha scratch of Ser geant Dolan's pencil, as he made nervous little marks on his pad, founded like the sawing of a gi ant log. Mrs. Shaw's breath was coming in short, spasmodic wheezes: this emotional suspense was no tonic for asthma. Tiny seads of perspiration stood out on Mr. Johnson's pale forehead, though he blotted them frequent ly with moist handkerchief. Mr. Corbett s beady little eyes darted excitedly from one person to an- ther. Cilly felt them on her and the looked up suddenly, her face a mask of cold anger. A sneer rwisted Corbett's lips and he ihifted his eyes quickly. The clock on the wall ricked off Jie seconds with nerve-wracking egularity, marking the swift, un xmtrollable flight of time on the oad to eternity. Like the cease ess chant of a Jungle tom-tom, it hypnotized the eardrums, and sach beat grew louder and more n tense until one longed to silence t with a shriek. Ages past, though the clock deked off only three short min ztes, until Detective Martin re- urned, a copy of the paper in his land. Dolan seized it quickly, rhere on the first page was an ther of the pictures taken yes day; Cilly noticed that it was erger than the one which she had leen in her paper. She held her breath, awaiting Mrs. Downey's revelation. "Now, Mrs. Downey, will you Mint the man out to me?" Dolan isked. Without hesitation, the woman walked to the desk and glanced oriefly at the picture over Dolan's shoulder. "There he Is," she an nounced immediately, pointing to t face in the picture. This one?" Dolan Indicated adth the point of his pencil. "That's the one." She nodded ler head positively. "Harvey Ames." Dolan spoke 'he name uncertainly. 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