The sun., 1908-12-13

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Cronkite led the way up the bare and
dirty stairs Of the 1odgings house to the
third Aoor. MA
There Is No. iaS he whispered. y
have the keys TO No, II. and there's a
locked door betweenswhioh affords suffi-
cient means Of espionage.
But the othe- room-the corner room,
No. 1872 askel Labar. breathlessly. lis
II occupieii Might he not have some
accomplice hid thereis Might he not hold
II as possible means OF escapef'
NO one ooui5 escape from No 49,"
answered. Cronkite grimiy. -The walls
arc shee. forty feet TO the yard. II is
unocoupied and hold the keys OF the door
connecting with No. IS and the hall door
Trust me not to miss a chance
Good. good murnurei Labar as
they enterel No. 10. .Now II he is only
out, IL " only have success In our searoh
Aas l feel We will! Let me looki'
mo one 10 the:e,' oriei Labar after
moment at the keyhole. aI can see every
corner Of the room. Come. oome.' And
the next moment the two men stood
gazing about No. 10. .
|. Il have theory about the average man
involved In crime who Is not born
criminal" remarked Labar. @He lacks
originality; he follows preoe1ents, being
guided through what is an unknown land
to him by some clapteap story he may have
read. Now, take such wretchei fellow
as Graydon, limitel to such a meagre
field as this, where would he naturally
hide the damning proof which nature,
conscience. supernormal influence. what
not, won't let him destroy? Under the
stones OF the fireplace, l cay, that time
honorei receptacle
You quite put me in the shade, agreed
Cronkite.
-Ibeheye an right continued Labar.
already on his knees. See, those bricks
have been loosened. and but recently,
from this fresh dirt But look. look;
they have been here. some one has taken
them; you can see yourself the hole where
they rested. My God. Judge Marcellus.
how did you come here?'
Il came from the adjoining room. No.
49," replied the Judge sternly, where
have been waiting to see you come and
hide proof against poor Graydon. who
has never been near this room. mark you;
you stole from him. the pawnticket you
took out in his name
"You lie!" screamed Labar. white and
trembling. you have sold yourself, you
old dotard. betrayed your client!'
-I'll answer that charge presently
the Judge went on. Il have been await
ing your coming. say; but instead your
Your accomplice? Nay. rather, your
creature. your tool, subject TO your will
by influences which shouId be the holiest,
which you have made the vilest! ] caught
her in the very act of placing the revolver
and the pawnticket under the hearth.
After had talked with her she ad-
mitted that"
Damn her, could kill her!' muttered
Labar through his bitten lips,
AS you killed your wife in the very
act of eloping with Graydon, plotting.
trusting that he would never speak to
her shame? All, Mr.. Labar. you seem to
have a mania for murder And there lies
voive me in your infamous plot to secure
the conviction Of an innocent manf Did
you think that professional ethics would
make me butchery'
you are going to butcher me- moaned
Labar. ..
Il am going to free Graydon through
Judge. when you have given this con-
fession to me-there are writing materials |
on that desk there provided by Cronkite--
you are free to go where you VII. ! will |
not use it for twenty-four hours
With a malignant glance Labar sat at |
the desk, and at the Judges direction |
confined his statement to these three |
facts: that he had pawned the diamonds |
in Graydon's name and character; that !
he had stolen the revolver from Graydon;
that he had shot his wife.
Poor Louise's shade. must be content
with that murmured the Judge. Il
can't help inferences.'
There. said Labar with an oath as he
his name.
"Goi" commanded d the Judge care
FULLY folding awey the confession.
yes, 10 wander alone like Cain Oh,
may ten thousand curses
Not alone, Percy not alone, go long as
live, so long as | live!' cried a thrilling
voice. And out from No. is came Miss
Delane, her pretty hands extended,
But Labar struck her full in the face
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