The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-11-03
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der his arm shouting at the top of his
lungs, "Wuxtry. WuXtry! 'Eres yer
poiper, gent All about the million
2ire killed in his auto. Explosion
kills Henry Caswell, the Wall street
magnate.
John Harrington sank back faint
against the cushioned seat white TO
the lips and with an awful clutching
at his heart
Home" he cried to the chauffeur.
Quick Quick Home"
The blow had fallen.
James Elder was no longer a dream,
bu. an awful reality. and John Har-
ringtOn was no longer the millionaire,
but for moment a mere man.
AS the hugh machine sped swiftly
he heard other newsboys crying the
same awful refrain. and his brain hum
med with the one idea. The blow had
fallen. James Elder had carried out
his threat.
Still in a daze, John Harrington Sc
cluded himself in his study. and de-
manded the evening papers. He stead
led himself to read the story of Henry
Caswel's death.
Eagerly he perused the varying &C
counts. but nowhere did he find a sin
gle suspicion or a single clue to any
thing but an accident
Caswell had been bowling home in
his automobile when without the least
warning its boiler exploded, and the
unfortunate man had been torn almost
to bits. The chauffeur was nowhere
to be found, and the newspapers threw
the blame on him. and expressed the
opinion that he had fled to escape the
consequences of his ignorance or neg
lect
To the world at large it looked like
an accident but John Harrington knew
as well as he knew his own name that
he and he alone was directly RESPONSE
bic for the death of his partner and
friend Of many years.
When the full realization was borne
in upon him he dashed the papers 10
the floor. and bowed his head upon his
hands and wept.
The next day and the following pass
ed. Harrington had summoned every
atom of courage and every ounce Of
brain power to his aid and presented
his accustomed front to the world. but
the awful secret gnawed at his heart.
He could not sleep: he could not ea1
His business affairs he conducted au-
tomaticaIIy. and with the morning Of
the third day he found himself in a
very bad condition physically and
mentally.
Joseph Phelps was next on Elders
list Harrington tried to make himself
believe that the death of Caswell was
really a remarkably coincident acct
dent, but when he reached his office
on the morning of the third day his de-
termination vanished as his eyes fell
on an envelope on his desk. At a
glance he knew it must be from the
man who had demanded a million dol
lars as the price of immunity for Hen
ry Caswell.
Feverishly he tore it open and de-
voured its brief contents.
Deary John-You saw what happen
ed to CasweIl Unless that million IS
in my bank before it closes today Mr..
Phelps will have ceased to enjoy this
mundane sphere by the time you sit
down to your dinner this evening.
X Y. Z.
The strain was almost too much for
mortal man TO bear. but John Harring-
ton was not Of the sort that bend IN
til they are broken. and he stroye
against the fear that was gnawing at
his heart in spite Of his determination
that Caswell's death had been acciden-
al and Elder was simply taking advan-
tage of it to work on his fears