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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Ninety-Two

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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

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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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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Eighty

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R.M.S. Lusitania hit by torpedoes off Kinsale, Ireland, photograph of 1915 drawing, Library of Congress

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, June 1915

The handwriting.

It has been several months since Hedda left New York, but Emmy thinks of her often. Often during horrible nightmares.

She hopes Hedda is safe, but her departure spared Emmy from any further association with the tragedy in San Antonio. Emmy’s Brooklyn neighbors know little of her past aside from the fact that she was trained to be a proficient nurse.

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