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For lovers of green tea nm i i a h m sat GREEN TSA « . . THiS ... WITNESS OH AIR BY RE1TA WEIMAN SYNOPSIS "It is impossible for anyone in the witness chair to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." These words of Judge Mac- Kenzie started a discussion that ended ended in a chance for the writer of the story -- once a newspaper woman -- lo sit in at the trial of Julian Trent for the murder of Stanley Whittaker. Whittaker. II Julian Trent was thirty-eight or thereabouts. You couldn't judge offhand offhand what manner of man he might be. You knew, only that he was a man you would turn to look at, even outside his present surroundings. It was not entirely because of his height; his steady eyes; dark hair growing heavy at the top and thinned at the temples so that it came rather to a point on his high forehead. It was not because of any of these. I had a confusing impression of an officer officer ready to lead his men over, thé top into No Man's Land; or. a gang leader, steady-nerved on the eve of staging- a big coup. It was hard to tell which. Of one thing I was certain: certain: the commanding quality of him, the feeling he gave of, right or wrong, seeing; a thing through to the finish. From the Prosecutor's address to the jurors I had learned that the firm of Whittaker and Trent occupied occupied offices in the Union Building- on Fifth Avenue. Both formerly had been executives of the Continental Broadcasting Company, Trent a vice- president, Stanley Whittaker treasurer. treasurer. Whittaker, the elder man, was a pioneer in radio. They had resigned to form their own company for the purpose of establishing a nationwide chain of radio stations : During the past year and a half the plan had ■z, " ■" ■ PHILIP .. FINE CUT Al£o in pouches half lb. ÊÊÊmSmÈti developed satisfactorily. But there had also developed friction between the partners. This fact was known to some of the office force. On Otober 17, 1934, at nine o'clock in the evening, the two men had entered entered the building together and ascended ascended in the elevator. At ten twenty-seven twenty-seven Julian Trent had descended alone. The Set-Up In the light of early morning, a scrubwoman, entering the suite to clean up, had found the door of Stanley Stanley Whittaker's private inside office to the main office door, she had sent locked. Since her pass key belonged for the night watchman. He had managed to force the lock which was an ordinary, not a patent lock. They discovered Whittaker slumped down beside his desk. A bullet wound in his heart, a revolver in his right hand, and on the desk a signed confession confession that he had appropriated to his own use moneys paid for stock in the company, immediately indicated indicated suicide. But investigators had hit upon three items of interest. The confession was carefully typewritten. The revolver was an army service one of the kind used in the World War. The key to Whittaker's door was missing. They concluded logically logically that a man about to shoot himself does not typewrite a confession of guilt and sign- his name in ink; that he is not likely to have in his possession possession a service revolver when he has never served in the army; that he does not Jock himself in and throw a fair-sized key out qgfrthe window. '-'The killer," Prosecutor Peterson bad announced, "locked that door and took the key, overlooking the fact that it linked him irrevocably with the crime. Julian Trent was a first Lieutenant in the- World War. He admits that the revolver which killed killed Whittaker belongs to him. And we will prove that the alleged confession confession is a forgery, signed by Trent with Stanley Whittaker's name. The financial affairs of their company were in a terrible mess. Investigations. Investigations. meant arreiÿ . Both or one of them had to shoulder the consequences consequences . A dead man can't defend himself, Julian Trent did not leave his partner alive that night as he claims • He left Stanley Whitaker with a bullet in his heart." Sunshine filtered through the dusty window panes and spun a veil of mottled light over the intent faces of spectators- Against a, tired American flag draped draped on the wall, the , majesty of the law in the person of a- black-robed Judge Craig MacKenzie sat enthron- ' ed. He seemed an altgoetber different different man from the genial oracle who had so often entertained me at his : fireside or mine. The arena of the law gave him austerity. "In the Interest of Truth" Max Conrick, counsel for Trent, approached approached the jury box. The clever criminal lawyer began his address in a tone so confidential that the jurors straightened, some leaning forward, one with hand back of his ear. You had the feeling that Conrick was sharing a secret with men who were old friends. His. speech was brief. "Gentlemen of the jury, I am not here to stage an act," he concluded. "I will not take your valuable time to indulge in rhetoric or fireworks. I am not here to further political aspirations. aspirations. I am here for the sole pur- , pose of proving to you that Julian Trent could not possibly have committed committed the crime of which he ii basely basely accused. In short, gentlemen, I am: here in the interest of truth." On the last sentence, his voice rose and the word "truth," rapped out like a clash of cymbals. It had the effect of a voice from a mountain top • But my attention wandered • I had noticed noticed in the next section across the aisle from where I sat a girl whose gaze followed Max Conrick back to the counsel table. I noticed particularly particularly because her eyes seemed to leap from the attorney, to his client. They were dark* set in a face devoid of color - not s° much pallor as skin without without rouge, very white and smooth. Her hair WUs the honey gold of Holland Holland tulips in the spring. An odd combination, thoS8 arresting eyes dusted in with charcoal and the warm sheen of rippling bobbed hair, A short straight nose and the ' sensitive sensitive coral lips, made her profile quite beautiful. But as she turned full face toward me to watch Max Conrick take Ms seat beside Trent, I saw that she was not beautiful, not even pretty pretty in the accepted sense. Fascinating Fascinating rather; there was such quicksilver quicksilver change of expression as if her eyes must mirror her thoughts, as if she would have difficulty concealing emotion. Just now her lower lip was caught between her teeth, A black felt hat with brim curved up at one side tipped down at the other. The simple sort of hat you can pull on in a hurry and tug to any angle you choose. Her black fur-collared coat hung across the back of the seat. When we went out to lunch I asked asked Ollie if ho knew who she was. "Paula do Young. Stanley Whittaker's Whittaker's confidential secretary for seven years. Went all through the formation formation of his broadcasting company. Important State's witness. Devoted as a faithful dog to Whittaker." Was that, I asked myself, the reason reason why her eyes had leaped at Trent with such a puzzling expression ? Of Ollie I asked : "Miss or Mrs.?" "Far as I know -- Miss. But. I'd never lay a bet when it comes to a woman - " "What was he like -- Whittaker ? " Confidence Man "You're off on the wrong foot, girl. No Lothario business in that TAILORED PAJAMAS 'mm /--V 'S&v jjg Ipg! Tailored two-piece pajamas of dark ground satin-finished cotton broadcloth like brother's, will delight delight the smart 'teeners. A tied sash to "pull-in" at the waist adds a feminine touch. 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Address order to Wilson Pattern Dept., 73 West Adelaide Street, Toronto, Ont. Issus No. 50--'37 quarter. Whittaker was stuck on Trent's ex-wife. The lovely Connie Olmstead. Former model. You've seen her in the mags a dozen times displaying hosiery and stunning legs. She quit Trent last spring and got a Reno divorce. " "Was Whittaker married ?" "Widowed three years. Fifty-five. Two kids, boy and girl, both grown, Daughter a Junior Leaguer, whatever that may.mean. Anything else you'd like to know, Peeping Thomasa ?" "Ever see him?" "Plenty, Handsome, you girls would say. Not tall, but powerful. Big shoulders, florid complexion. Invited Invited confidence straight off. 'His friends poured thousands into his radio radio project." He paid his check, I paid mine. We took our places in the courtroom. courtroom. The first witryos was called: "Anna Tuftnik, take the stand." First Witness Anna Tuftnik, scrubwoman, shuffled shuffled to the stand and took possession possession of the witness chair. It was as if a bowl of jelly settled itself. Every Every shakable part Of her body shook. As she faced District Attorney Peterson Peterson and ho began questioning her, her fat voice quavered like the gelatine gelatine body. Plainly she was frightened. frightened. "Try to get inside the heads of witnesses," Judge MacKenzie had told- me. "What's back of their testimony. Their mental processes. " Easy enough with this one. "Heavenly Father," she W'as thinking thinking in her own Polish as the Prosecutor Prosecutor led her to identify herself as the wife of Ivan Tuftnik, a carpenter carpenter at present. unemployed, "why does he want to know so much about me? I work. ,1 scrub. What difference that he knows I am forty-one and mother of nine?" As she gave her address in Tenth Avenue, she stated that she lived there with seven of her children. The other two were evidently on their own. The husband was not at home. He -- he was looking for work in Trenton. Her eyes shunted away from the Prosecutor. Centre of Attention When she came to a description of the way she had entered the offices of Whittaker and Trent in the early morning of October eighteenth, the account flowed in a jargon thick and glutinous. She had unlocked the door to the suite with a pass key, but had no Baêhmg'Suk Sent To Drought RegmH, Some joker in Wingham, Ontario, sent - a bathing suit to the West in a load of relief supplies, with the result that the Women's Association of Wingham has. received a letter from Rev. W. J. B, Tate, United church minister at Outlook, in Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, in which he says: . "You folk certainly must have great faith in this country and in the fact that you expect it to rain. At least, if the bathing suits carry any meaning, you feel that we will have enough water next year to take a bath. 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