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-Three

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Former Governor Thomas Mitchell Campbell, January 1918

“Missus Ramer, at last,” begins District Attorney McAskill. “Please tell us why Miss Burgemeister came to see you in October of 1914.”

“Miss Burgemeister met me in the Gibbs Building, at my office, because she desired to add a codicil to her will.”

“How did Miss Burgemeister behave when she signed the instrument you prepared?” continues the District Attorney.

“She shielded the document to conceal her name from the witnesses.”

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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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