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She was limp with exhaustion and
nerve strain and Bob let her rest for
a moment before he asked very
gently, "And—your sister. Miss Ev-
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Then she turned and hid her face
against Megan, while the men
waited.
an electric light bulb that has
broken in the socket, push a cork
into the base and turn it.
seats treat lightly with linseed oil.
Be sure all excess oil has been
wiped away.
Ing, rub a little floor wax in the
window sash groove.
The touring company had never
been of the best, and when they
reached the stage of playing to the
family of the man who owned the
little country theater, and found
that even they left at the end of
the first act, it was decided to
break up. Two of the actors set
out to work their way back to New
York. '
They were lucky enough to get
a passage on a barge, and when
passing through a lock they over-
heard this conversation:
"What you got on board, Jim?”
"Load of fertilizer and a couple
of actors, Bert.”
The two actors looked at each
other in silence, then sighed deep-
“Cyril,” said one, "shall we nev-
er top the biil?”
who couldn't possibly have had any-
thing to do with the murder.”
"But you did see someone
night—" began Bob.
Miss Martha said in a voice that
was a ghost of sound, "She—died
early this morning."
It was an hour later, after Miss
Martha had had a cup of coflee and
a chance to rest a little,, that Bob
went over the story of "the knife
again.
"It seems quite a coincidence,
Miss Evans, that all this happened
the same night that Mrs. Steven-
son was killed," he pointed out.
"1 don't know anything about that,
young man,” said Miss Martha,
with the faintest possible trace of
her old brusqueness, "All I know
la that when I heard you’d found
the knife, I was afraid some inno-
cent person would be accused of do-
tog away with the Stevenson worn-
an by moans of that knife. And I
Faet Finding
Mother—More pudding, Jimmy?
Your eyes are bigger than your
stomach, child.
Jimmy — That doesn’t seem
reasonable, mother. Let us exper-
iment and either establish or dis-
prove the assertion definitely.
Bob said swiftly, "Then you mean
that she managed to get away and
kill Mrs. Stevenson?”
Miss Martha flung up her head.
Her eyes blazed.
"She did nothing of the sort! Use
your head, young man. It's a mile
from our house to Mrs. Stevenson's
place-she couldn’t travel that far.
And she hasn’t been out of my
sight one single minute since the
Bight she attacked me,” she blazed
at him hotly.
Bob said gently, "We have only
your word for that, Miss Evans.”
Miss Martha's stocky body
slumped a little and she said weari-
ly. "Yes, of course—you have only
my word for it—”
"And the knife, Miss Evans?”
asked Bob very quietly.
She seemed to wince as though
he had struck her. She drew a deep
breath and lifted her head a little,
though her shoulders sagged.
"Yes, the knife," she repeated.
"That was—night before last. AM I
said, Tom didn't know that Letty
could get out of bed, or walk; he
thought it was a little foolish of me
to keep every sharp-pointed instru-
ment in the house under lock and
key. He thought as long as we kept
them out of her room, out of her
reach—" She shrugged tiredly and
then she went on in that heavy, ex-
hausted voice, "so he left a knife
out on the kitchen sink night before
last. I'd—had a good deal of trouble
with Letty and I was very tired. I
slept in her room and I thought
that she was sleeping soundly, and
so I let myself go to sleep. When
I woke up—I don't know what woke
me, but — suddenly I was wide-
awake, and—there was Letty stand-
ing beside my bed, bending over
me, the moonlight on—that knife in
her hand—” She set her teeth hard
in her lower lip, and her hands
crushed each other, and in spite of
her efforts at self-control, two swol-
len tears slipped from her eyes and
down her white cheeks, leaving little
marks in the thick powder spread
so inexpertly there.
Megan went to her and put an
arm about her, and for a moment.
Miss Martha resisted; then she
turned and hid her face against Me-
gan, while the two men waited.
Laurence was sick with pity for this
tired, harassed woman who had car-
ried her heartbreaking burden for
so long with such indomitable cour-
age; Bob's expression was intent,
watchful—waiting.
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Psychiatrist—the thing for you
to do is to forget about your
troubles and bury yourself in your
work.
Man—Gosh, and me a concrete
mixer.
Cloth-eovered suiteases can be
restored to newness by covering
the fabric with a coat of high
grade lacquer.
Miss Martha said huskily, “Only
I didn't fall—she pushed me down
the steps.”
Bob waited, and after a little, she
went on huskily, "Tom and I saw to
It that there was never any—any in-
strument around that she could use
to hurt herself—or anybody else.
Tom thought she was bedridden; I
hadn't told him that she was grow-
ing stronger, that she could walk—-
not very far, but at least she was
no longer helpless. I knew, of
course, the danger that was growing
around her—danger that she might
slip away from me and—do some
horrible thing—”
\X7ITH the holiday season over
’’ and official Washington wind-
ing up the most brilliant social sea-
son since before the war, replete
with diplomatic receptions. White
House functions, state dinners and
various other social gatherings, the
new 80th congress buckled down to
the actual business of setting up a
policy and adopting the legislation to
make that policy function for the na-
tion during the next two years.
Most of the bickering as to com-
mittee assignments and other prob-
lems attendant to the reorganization
of congress under 'the new con-
gressional reorganization act have
been settled or at least bottled-up
for the time being, with the new GOP
leadership flrmly in the saddle. And
it would be nice to report that the
spirit of the Christmas season has
left congress with a feeling of peace
on earth to men of good will. How-
ever, that would not be objective
reporting.
Whatever the reaction to the
President’s state of the union mes-
sage, congress. Democrats and Re-
publicans alike, can be sure that this
message, unlike some previous ones,
represents the President’s own think-
ing. His proposals refleet his own
viewpointe and they are not the ideas
and Ideals of the New Deal which
President Truman inherited and
with which he had to go along up
until the time the people cast over-
board this theory of government at
the recent election.
The new congressional reorgani-
zation act, if the GOP leadership
follows the spirit and letter of the
law, is providing some obstacles,
apparently not foreseen by some of
the newly elected or reelected con-
gressmen, to the carrying out of
their pet ideas. For instance, Rep.
John Taber, New York, is bent upon
arbitrarily slashing some nine bil-
lion dollars from the federal budget.
At the same time, Rep. Harold Knut-
son of Minnesota is determined to
bring about a 20 per cent reduction
in individual income taxes as well
as corresponding cute in corpora-
tion taxes and abolishment of the
various excise taxes.
Outgo Tied to Income
This would be fairly easy under
the old procedure which has been in
effect since about 1865. The house
ways and means and the house ap-
propriations committee simply
would meet and, with the over-
whelming GOP majority, would just
vote the cut through. Not so, how-
ever, under the new act. It is based
on a scientific study of government
and not on the basis of levying taxes
without regard to appropriations,
or vice versa. The new law pro-
vides that the house appropriations
and the house ways and means com-
mittee, together with the senate fl-
nance and appropriations commit-
tees, shall meet jointly at the begin-
ning of the session . . . that they
shall consider the President’s budget
recommendations and report a “leg-
islative budget for the ensuing fls-
eal year, including the estimated
overall federal receipts and expend-
itures for such year . . . that such
a report shall contain a recom-
mendation for a maximum amount
to be appropriated and an amount
to be reserved for deficiencies . . .
that if the report estimates the pro-
posed expenditures will be less than
the estimated government tax re-
ceipts, then there shall be a recom-
mendation for a reduction in the
public debt . . . that this report
shall be made by February 15 . . .
that the report from the joint com-
mittee shall be accompanied by a
concurrent resolution adopting such
budget and fixing the maximum
amount to be appropriated for ex-
penditure . . . that if the report
shows that estimated expenditures
shall be greater than receipts, the
concurrent resolution "shall In-
clude” a section substantially as fol-
lows: 'That it is the sense of con-
gress that the publie debt shall be
increased in an amount equal to the
amount by which the estimated ex-
penditures for the ensuing flseal
year exceed the estimated receipts,
such amount being $———.* ”
Balanced Budget Dubious
So under this law all appropria-
tions and expenditures must be con-
sidered in the light of the govern-
ment's needs, as outlined in the
President's budget, and not by the
desire of any congressman, however
worth while.
The size of the public debt is
fixed as congress goes along.
So whether congress can balance
the budget at this session is a matter
for conjecture. Despite many de-
mands by the new Republican ma-
jority for an immediate balance.
Sen. Robert A. Taft, Ohio, considered
the deepest financial thinker in the
senate, said, as quoted in the Con-
gressional Record of May 14, 1H5:
"It seems to me that the most
conservative government cannot
hope to balance the budget until ap-
proximately three years after the
Winter window washing is made
a lot easier by adding denatured
alcohol to the water to prevent
freezing. Wipe quickly
crushed tissue paper.
The tired voice died and she
opened her eyes and looked at Me-
gan and said faintly, "I’m—sorry,
but I might as well tell you the
whole story.”
“So Mrs. Stevenson was broad-
casting the fact that Miss MacTav-
ish and Mr. Fallon were friends,
and hinting that there was more to
it than that, and you decided to
have a talk with her—was that it?”
Bob's gentle voice asked Miss Mar-
tha.
She rubbed her hands together as
though the palms were damp and her
voice steadied a little. “Yes. that
was it," she said evenly. "And Mrs.
Stevenson was curious about Letty's
illqess and she came prying and
snooping. Tom and I knew that if
the people here in Pleasant Grove
knew that Letty was—of unsound
mind, they might be afraid of her,
for all that she was completely help-
less, and that Tom might lose his
job, or worse still, that he might be
forced to—put Letty away in an—
institution. We couldn’t bear the
thought of that.” Once more the
voice died away, and without a
sound Annie materialized beside
Miss Martha's chair, offering her a
glass in which there was some pun-
gent-smelling, milky colored fluid.
Bob waited patiently until Annie
had performed her act of kindliness
and had once more vanished, as si-
lently as she had come.
“So you went to have a talk with
Mrs. Stevenson," Bob prompted
Miss Martha, his tone gentle and
friendly.
"Yes," said Misa Martha, and
now she was pleating the crisp per-
cale of her housedress over her knee
with twitching fingers, her eyes on
Tom FaUoa’i stoter-te-te*. oaten. She
waatog to toll teem akoat ths Malto.
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She met his eyes stralghtly
said coolly, "Did I?”
Megan drew a deep breath ,___
said levelly, “You saw me, didn’t
you. Miss Martha?"
Bob flung her a startled glance,
but Laurence's mouth only tightened
a little.
Miss Martha looked straight at
Megan and then she sighed and nod-
ded. "Yes, I saw you," she admit-
ted.
Bob said quickly, "Look here. Miss
MacTavish, you haven’t told me
anything about being up there that
night—”
"You didn't ask mel” Megan re-
minded him.
"I said that If you were in bed
and asleep, you couldn’t have heard
a scream—"
Megan nodded. "And I said, no, I
couldn’t—but you didn't ask me if 1
had been in my bed asleep,” she
reminded him again.
“Who was with you?" he asked
sternly. “Don’t tell me you went
out alone at that time of night."
Megan said quietly, “No, I wasn’t
alone. I was when I left the house.
But when I reached the Ridge—Mr.
Fallon was there and we talked a
little while.”
Bob asked abruptly, “Your father
was involved with Mrs. Stevenson,
wasn’t he?”
Megan gasped as though he had
struck her, and Laurence said
sharply, “Hi, lay off. Bob. You have
no right to ask her such a question.”
Bob met his eyes squarely and
said coolly, "Haven’t I?”
“As her counsel—” began Lau-
rence heatedly, but Bob’s grin was
cool, amused, and it silenced him.
Bob lit a cigarette, first securing
permission from Megan.
And then he looked at Miss Mar-
tha and said very gently, “Miss
Evans, just why did you kill Mrs.
Stevenson?"
It was so unexpected, and the tone
of his quiet, even voice was in such
contrast to the thing he said that
for a moment everybody in the room
went rigid; and outside the door, in
the shadowy hall, there was a
smothered gasp from the unseen,
but listening, Annie.
Miss Martha sat very quiet for a
moment, her body held upright by
her grip on the arms of her chair.
Without raising her face she lifted
her eyes and looked straight at Bob.
He was watching her quietly,
steadily, and in complete silence.
After a moment. Miss Martha
sagged back in her chair, limp and
beaten, all her defenses down.
"All right,” she said, her voice a
mere thread of sound. “I—did it.”
Megan caught her breath on a
strangled sob and swayed a little.
And Laurence, without taking his
eyes off Miss Martha’s white, rav-
aged face, put his arm about Megan
and drew her close.
“Why, Miss Martha?" asked Bob,
very gently, with pity in his voice.
Miss Martha drew a hard breath
and lifted her hands in a little ges-
ture of helplessness before she
gripped them once more about the
arms of her chair. "I—hated her.
She was a wicked woman. She
made so much trouble for every-
body. She had started spreading
lies and slander about Tom. I was
afraid that Letty might hear—in one
of her periods of lucidity. Tom told
me about the things she was saying.
He had been foolish enough to go to
her house one evening and face her
with a story she was spreading
about him and—Miss MacTavish—”
knew I had to coms and tell you
about it, since telling you couldn’t
cause my poor Letty any trouble-
now.”
Bob nodded, sitting on the edge
of the desk, his eyes fastened on
Miss Martha’s face.
"Amos, who saw the knife being
hidden, spoke of a ’thing in white,
about eight feet tall*—** he men-
tioned.
There was the faintest possible
trace of a smile in Miss Martha’s
tired eyes.
“I know,” she told him quietly.
"It was a bright moonlight night
and you never know who may be
roaming around (late at night in
these parte,” and for just the barest
instant her glance flickered towards
Megan and away. “I didn’t want
anyone to see me—you can under-
stand that, of course. And it oc-
curred to me that that old place
would be an ideal place to hide
something you didn’t ever want
found. But if somebody saw me—
and recognized me—you see?”
Bob nodded. "Of course," he an-
swered quickly.
"WeB, Tom was with Letty,” Miss
Martha went on. “I slipped out into
the kitchen, got the knife, and a
sheet out of the linen closet. I also
took a good stout walking stick that
I sometimes use when I go to the
grocery—there are so many half-
savage dogs around—and I put one
of Tom's hats on the end of the
stick, and held the stick above my
head, under the sheet. I imagine
I must have looked pretty fearsome.
But, you see, I wanted anybody who
saw me to think he was seeing a
ghost—and if such things as ghosts
exist, surely their favorite place
would be something like that old
overgrown garden. I never dreamed,
that anybody seeing me would stop
long enough to see what I was do-
ing—or, if he did, that he would re-
port it to anybody.”
“You didn’t see Amos?” asked
Bob quickly.
“No," answered Miss Martha, and
hesitated so oddly that Bob's atten-
tion was caught and it grew strong-
er.
“Whom did you see then?” de-
manded Bob.
“No one," answered Miss Martha
firmly. Too firmly. Too emphat-
ically. “I saw no one at all—no
one.”
Bob said sternly, "You're not tell-
ing me the truth. Miss Evans. Up
to now, I believe you. But if you
start telling me lies now, don’t you
see you’re likely to make me believe
that all you’ve told me is a lie!”
Miss Martha said grimly, "You
can believe anything you want to,
young man. I’ve told you all I'm
going to tell you. And I'd never
have told you what I did if I had not
felt so sure that you’d jump to the
conclusion that the knife Amos
helped you find was the one that
killed Mrs. Stevenson—and once you
were convinced of that, you’d not
stop until you'd hauled in some poor
devil that was as innocent of that
crime as—my poor Letty.”
She got up and Bob said sternly,
"I’ve not finished yet—”
Miss Martha eyed him as though
he had been an importunate beg-
gar, and said coolly, “Haven’t you?
Well, I have. Good day to you all."
She looked at Megan and said
tonelessly, "Tom and I are—taking
Letty home. We’re leaving today,
so this will be good-by—and—thanks
for all you’ve done.”
“Miss Martha, whom did you see
that night?” Bob demanded sharp-
ly. “I can forbid you to leave, you
know—I can hold you as a material
witness—”
“A witness to what? I wasn't with-
in a mile of the Stevenson place,”
Miss Majtha pointed out. “Amos is
my alibi, just as I am his. I’d say
that he and 1 are the two people
Miss Martha went on, “I
screamed, and that roused Tom, and
—well, between us we managed to
get the knife away from her. She
fought hard, and then suddenly—she
went to pieces, just slumped be-
tween us like a ragdoll that’s lost
all its sawdust. We got her to bed.
We knew there was nothing we
could do for her. The doctor warned
us—any sudden exertion, excitement
—would almost certainly result in
a brain hemorrhage—" She paused
again and then went on, “I left her
with Tom. I wanted to get rid of
that awful knife, once and for all
time. So 1 hid it—where you found
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