Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1902-09-18
REVENGE BY Telephone. |
Observation-Disclosures
X By John J. Armstrong. ,

nTHE papers in Rex v. Crimes"
l said Johnson, my clerk, as he
placed a bundle at my elbow. Sec
Dnd cause in to-morrow's list"
"Oh, certainly" l said, looking up
from the evening paper on my desk.
Il shall stay here and digest them.
The Monitor seems to think the
O'Leary couple got their just de-
serts?"
80 they did, sir" returned John
son; "but, by Coke, you never gave
the defense a ghost of a chance!
ter you'd finished. Not that he could
have done much for 'em anyhow. It's
D good radiance to a dangerous lot,
say l." He paused, and a serious look
rrept over his specialized face. 81
don't want to pose as an alarmist,"
he said presently, "but if any man
has made enemies who are to be
feared to-day, you're that man. I'm
til the other O'Leary is with his ac-
completes, I wouldn't like to be in
your Shoes"
johnson was IN old servant and
held himself privileged accordingly.
laughed in his face. you're get
ting quite an old woman" l cried. He
shook his head in silent dissent.
Come here. you croaker. Open that
drawer. There now, do you think
am able to take care of myself?
Here, help yourself to a cigar and
get off"
"Very good, sir" he said, as he
sbambled to the door. eff report
speaks true of Tim O'Leary, / adj
wise you to keep it loaded. Good
night"
"Johnson's getting decidedly
shaky," 1 solioquized. Il suppose
he's seer me in a hundred cases fol-
the Crown, and yet he breaks out
like this when a couple of assassins
are put out of the way of working
further mischief through my in
strumentality. There's some miti-
CATION when a frenzied creature flies
out at another in hot blood at an
apparent injury. But anarchists
cold-blooded, indiscriminate murder
ers. Pah! For them there should be
no mercy"
My musings were suddenly inter.
rupted by a Br-r-r-r-r from the tele'
phone bell. Striding over to the in
strument l took the receiver.
"Hallo! that you, Dick?" came thu
voice of Marshall. you got the ku
dos, to-day, my learned brother
hang you! Never gave me a look-in
That gentle restraint usually assumed
by the leader for the Crown was
strikingly conspicuous by its absence
Quite a shock to me, l declare. Yor
shouldn't outrage legal canon in thai
way, my boy, without due notice tt
the defense. Shall | see you at the
club? What's that-busy! Som /
You're against me in Grimes to-mor
row., aren't you? Well, grind on
and do your best-you'n want it! II
come and dig you out in an hours
time. So-long." Br-r-r-r-r-.
l resumed my seat with a smile
Though professional duty frequent
ly made Bully Marshall and mysel:
legal adversaries, in private life W.
were close-knit friends. Bully ant
myself were adopts at forensic hair
splitting. His ponderous style, which
gave nervous witnesses into hi
hands was a direct contrast to m,
suave, trenchant manner. When hi
shot up with his "M1ud, I object!
the legal gentlemen in the well woult
look up with amused faces in antici
patton of a wordy duel. No mai
better than himself knew how t.
bolster up a weak case. No man wa,
quicker to seize IN opening. A mas
ter of legal artifice, he had hood
winked many a jury by unadulter
ated bluff.
Engrossed In marshalling m.
heads, I scrubbed on, when suddenl.
a shadow from behind me crept owe
the paper in my hands, and even a
l slowed round, a strong arm wa
thrown round my neck, a cloth wa
pressed over my face, the bitini
fumes Of c%hloroform assailed m,
consciousness, and | passed into
pleasant dream.
/ came back to a knowledge OF m
surroundings to find myself gagged
and in q recumbent position ON tn