The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1908-09-08
CHAPTER XIV.
Continued.

conversation, ne was burning WIN
curiosity, and that passion for cross
examination which distinguishes
members of even longer standing in
the force.
"Heigho, Mr. Campion!" he began,
IT little thought when I used to
announce you at Sussex Place that
one day should have to show you
into police station"
Campion made no reply. "Come,
sir, be pleasant" said Yarker. "I'm
trying to make this walk as agree
able as | can-n1eet me arfway, sir.
If you'd like to give some account of
how you came to contemplate such a
predicament, why I'm here to listen,
and 1t will pass the time if it does no
more"
"The less I say the BETTER" was all
Campion said in reply to this exhor-
tation.
That walk seemed to Campion like
CHASTITY dream-pilgrimage, with
Yarker's which was
largely prompted by mingled malice
dIQ Cul lO0lLy-do d IuuuIn6 dCCOUu-
paniment. Now and then the COR
stable stopped to try gate or win
dow fastening, and once he reported
himself to "fixed-point" sergeant,
but nothing interrupted his small-talk
long.
All at once a man in evening dress
passed them close and then stopped
and turned back.
"Campion! he cried, "the very
man was coming to look up!"
1t was Babcock, who had recov-
cred from his recent lethargy, and,
too late for the soiree, had started to
find Campion, who he expected would
reach st. Johns Wood about the
same time, and whom he believed to
be the instigator of the liberties Neb-
elsen had taken with him.
He was the last man Campion ex-
pected or desired to see Just then
He thrust his hat down over his eyes
and took refuge in obstinate silence.
Here" said Babcock, "just turn back
with me; I've something to say to
YOU"
"Very sorry, sir, but he's got an
appointment with me at present"
said Yarker.
Babcock laughed. why, you
haven't found dynamite on him, have
your"
mo, no-not SO bad as that, Mr..
Babcock, sir" said Yarker, who knew
him we'll.
"Do you mean to tell me you're
really taking him to the station"
cried Babcock, in astonished delight.
What have you been about, Cam
pion? Why don't he answer, Yarker,
eh?"
We'll" said Yarker, "you can see
for yourself that he amt in no con-
dition to answer questions.
"By Jove!" cried Babcock, as Cam
pion accepted the excuse resignedly.
Anything was better than having to
reveal his awful position to his rival
and enemy. $50 he's been kicking up
row, Ell? dear-dear-dear! Well.
Yarker, l mustn't interrupt you
two are company--don't be rough
with him, poor DEVIL"
And he went off hastily, lest he
might be called upon to furnish bail.
which he had no desire whatever to
do under the circumstances.
Pleasant spoken little chap, Mr..
Babcock, amt he?" said Yarker,
when they were alone, and liberal
with his arf-crowns. I'm downright
fond of Mr. Babcock, am, aren't you,
sir? Well, there's no occasion to
bust out like that anyhow-you are
behaving unsociable tonight, must
say!"
And he said no more now, for they
were in narrow, quiet street with a
square building at one end, over the
door of which burned a lamp with a
blue pane; one or two night-prowlers
Joined them here and accompanied
them to the threshold, but Yarker
shut the door sharply in their faces,
and Campion found himself in a
brightly lit room with dingy, buff
colored walls and dado of notified
green; There were a table and
benches at one end, and at the other
little inner Office like hotel bar.
"Now, sir!" said Yarker important
ly; and presently Campion found him.
self inside the rallied dock, with the
bar clicked upon him.
"A child, eh?" said the inspector,
who regarded the affair as a mere
matter of business. Dead or alive2'
"Alive, sir" said Yarker. "least-
wise, it was when found it. Beller-
ing horful, sir.
why don't you send round for
the doctor at Cnce? There, go at
once, somebody, and don't lose any
more time; leave the child where it
is now, we can do no good till we
know what the doctor says"
More minutes of suspense, during
which Campion strained his eyes to
catch some indication of life under
the folds. He could see none-the
bundle lay ominously stiff and silent,
and a new horror chilled his blood.
What if this diabolical thing had
completed its revenge by dying? II
he were changed with actual murder,
convicted, hanged! He clutched the
rail with moist palms as he thought
of the would have joyed just then
to hear it give even one of those hid
eous yells- anything to get rid OF
this uncertainty!
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