The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1907-07-21

CONFESSION.
lard's number The girl in the central
office did not hear his voice again. She
heard only Pollard's Very well. Pol
lard lives in lodging house The lodg-
err in the room over him was awake al
II O'Clock that night and did not hear
| Pollard's telephone bell. Why not?
| That lodger often had heard it, but not
| that night. though the house was still.
Why not? | ask YOU again. Because the
| bell was muffied. Pollard mutfled it
| before he went to your fathers house
that night. He knew that Mr. Clinton
was going to call him up. 1t had been
| arranged that he should do so. But
Pollard went over there first. before
Mr.. Clinton got home. He got in by a
back window and secreted himself in
that curtained passage. holding one of
your cousin Roberts golf clubs in his
hand. Your father entered and turned
up the lights and went straight to the
telephone. Pollard crept out of the pas
sage crouci,ing behind the desk. He
waited till the number had been called.
and then he struck and struck again.
A moment later be had fed through
that passage and out of the house and
through the garden and so home The
mufled bell was ringing. He answered
the call A beautiful alibi established.
and, to make it heater. he called me up
and told his excellent story Of over
hearing the tragedy in your fathers
hOme''
But this is conjecture" said Gin
ton. You can't know
That's where my pretty little spe
cial providence comes in said l. THE
fair lady of our story was in your ia
TIERS garden. and she saw the red
handed murderer fee through the |
shadows
And now" | continued. 1--WE had |
Pollard from the first. through the mo-
tive was little obscure You must
furnish that How much money has
Pollard paid you on your fathers or
der?"
He named the sum, and it was right.
so far as knew, but l couldn't afford
to say SO.
Just about half" said L. He's
stuck you 100000. l know that. but
1 can't prove it, your father being dead
However. Pollard will undoubtedly
confess
And at this touched an electric but
ton and one of my men entered.
BEG pardon. SIR" said he. We've
got him. and he's all broken down.
He'll tell you everything he knows"
wait for me here" said and left
the room.
Edward Clinton waited about half
minute. and then he climbed out of a
window that l had left conspicuously
open. This, of course, was good proof
that my theory was right. We let him
get away mile or more and then
brought him back. l had him put into
the worst cell we've got, aud read to
him through the bars a bogus con-
tession Of Pollard's wherein it was re-
ated that the plot to kill Frederic Clin- :
ION had been devised by his son, who
had promised to share the fortune !
which he would inherit with Pollard as
payment for the murder and the de- !
of the will. 4
Edwards nerves couldn't stand that {
lie confessed that he had agreed to t
hare the fortune with Pollard, but he
declared that from first to last every 1,
tep OF the plot had been devised by r
he lawyer, in whose hands he had +
'een as so much putty. +
Having secured a signed statement h
rom Edward Clinton, arrested Pol
ard on the strength of 1t, and, though ,
le made hard fight, I secured his :
Onviction. Edward Clinton. as an &C. !.
lost his Inheritance, and the =
ortune passed to Robert as the next
kin He married Celia. and at last
counts they were very happy.