Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-02-04

He stared at , crossed his legs for greater east ln adjusting his lean frame to tho door.
 Well. Mir. Pickering. what is the next step?" asked the sherifR
 MT. Pickering" said Larry. straight ening up and taking his pipe from his mouth. I'm MT. Glenarm's counsel. If you will do me the kindness to ask the sheriff to retire for . moment l should like to say few words to you that you might prefer to keep between our. selves"
 ! had usually found 1t wise to take any cue Larry threw me. and said:
 Pickering. this is MT. Donovan. who has every authority to act for me in the matter"
 Pickering looked impatiently from one to the other of us.
 You seem to have the guns. the ammunition and the numbers on your side" he observed dryly.
 The sheriff may wait within call. ]" said Larry. and at a word from Pick ering the man left the room.
 "Now, MT. Pickering. ."-Larry spoke slowly.-"as my friend has explained the case to me, the assets of his grand. fathers estate are all accounted for.-- the land hereabouts. this house. thousand dollars in securities an somewhat vague claim against lady known as Sister Theresa. who con ducts St. Agatha's school. Is that cor rect?"
 T don't ask you to take my word for 1t. sir" rejoined Pickering hotly. T have filed an inventory of the estate. so far as found. with the proper au. thorities."
 Certainly. But merely wish to be sure of my facts for the purpose of this interview. to save me the trouble of going to the records. And. more over. am somewhat unfamiliar with your procedure in this country. am a member, sir. of the Irish bar Par don me. but repeat my question"
 T have made oath-that. trust, Is sufficient even for member of the Irish bar"
 Quite" said Larry. nodding his head gravely.
 He was not, to be sure, present able member of any bar. for smudge detracted considerably from the ap- pearance of one side of his face. his clothes were rumpled and covered with brick dust, and his hands were black. But had rarely seen him so calm. He recrossed his legs. peered into the bowl of his pipe for a moment, then asked. as quietly as though he were soliciting an opinion of the weather.
 Will you tell me. MT. Pickering whether you yourself are debtor of John Marshall Glenarm's estate?"
 Pickering's face grew white and his eyes started. and when he tried sud denly to speak his jaw twitched. Tho room was so still that the breaking of a blazing log on the andirons was a pleasant relief. We stood. the three of us, with our eyes on Pickering. and in my own case must say that my heart was pounding my ribs at an un. comfortable speed. for I knew Larry was not sparring for time.
 The blood rushed into Pickering's face and he turned toward Larry stormily.
 This is unwarrantable and in. famous! My relations with Mr. Glen arm are none of your business. When you remember that after being desert. ed by his own flesh and blood he ap- pealed to me, going so far as to in- trust all his affairs to my care at his death. your reflection is an outrageous insult. am not accountable to you or any one else!"
 Really. there's good deal in all that" said Larry. We don't pretend to any judicial functions. We are per. fectly willing to submit the whole busi- ness and all my clients acts to the authorities"
 q would give much if could repro duce some hint of the beauty of that word authorities as 1t rolled from Larry's tongue!).
 Then. in Gods name. do 1t, you blackguards." roared Pickering.
 Stoddard. seated on the table. knocked his heels together gently. Larry recrossed his legs and blew a cloud of smoke. Then. after a quarter of a minute in which he gazed at the ceiling with his quiet. blue eyes. he said:
 Yes; certainly. there are always the authorities And as have a tremen- dous respect for your American instl- tutions shall at once act on your sug- gestion. Mir. Pickering. the estate is richer than you thought 1t was. It holds. or will hold. your notes given to the decedent for $320.00G"
 He drew from his pocket a brown envelope. walked to where l stood and placed it in my hands.
 At the same time Stoddard's big figure grew active. and before I real ized that Pickering had leaped toward the packet. the executor was sitting in