An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Four

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Hedda Burgemeister, January 1918

“I thought the worst was behind me. But this. This is the worst. The interminable waiting. It can’t be a positive sign.”

“Your case is complex,” says Mr. Campbell. “There were hours and hours of testimony, and not all witnesses were in agreement. The jury didn’t even begin their deliberations until after six thirty last evening, and they are permitted to eat and sleep. It’s but eleven o’clock now. Try to calm yourself. It could be hours before they return.”

“We’ll make arrangements,” says Mr. Watson, “to have lunch brought in for us.”

“I can’t possibly eat.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Two

Above, Main Plaza with Bexar County Courthouse on right

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Hedda Burgemeister, January 1918

The clapping as she made her way to the witness stand this morning surprised her.

She wonders how the spectators feel now. Now that Mr. Campbell ripped the covers off completely, revealing every detail of her life.

Question after question after question. He touched so many nerves, she scarcely managed to contain her sobs. And he is on her side.

How can anything remain for the District Attorney to ask? She cannot endure much more.

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-One

Above, headlines from San Antonio Express, January 1918

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, January 1918

“Two days, Mister Campbell,” says Miss Burgemeister, snuffling back her tears in the offices of Chambers & Watson. “Two sleepless nights preceding these two mornings. Struggling to force myself into clothes and out the door. Sitting. Waiting. And then nothing. I’m not sure I can make it through another night.”

“You can, and you will. It’s the only way for you to get out from under this cloud.”

“Judge Anderson,” says Dave Watson, “is losing patience with the prosecutor’s inability to produce his witness as well. That part works in our favor. He will not tolerate having a jury pool of 200 men sitting there idly twiddling their thumbs for one more day.”

“Can you think of any reason your former attorney would fail to appear in court?”

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