The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-03
(To be Contin ued.)

N1O OS NChSlEuSuaJ Harbert, very red in the face, slam med the door after him and strode an grily through the outer office into tn corridor. broom immediately entered the consultation room. Well? What is it?" demanded Ban 1 semer.
 What did he wantT' ''He invited me to go to Europe fo an indefinite stay. I refused. Wei fight it out, broom. We have covered our trail better than he thinks. The! can't convict me. I'm sure of that They have nothing but conjectures and they won't so in court "I'm afraid of him, just the same You're bull headed about it. Ever! criminal thinks his tracks are covered until it is too late to cover them prop l erly.'
 Curse you, broom I'm no criminal
 "A slip of the tongue on my part Do you know who is down there iy Rigby's office with those fellows:" "An officer, dare say"
 'tNo; David Cable.'' Gable? Then his wife has told hin everything. We'll, I've something tt tell too. By the Lord Harry, Elias there will be several sensations il high life''
 You don't mean that you'll tell al there is to tell about the girl?'' "No, that's just 1t! That is one thing won't tell. If you tell whose blood she has in her veins, I'll kill you like dog. But I'll see that Miss Gable is dropped by Chicago society inside o1 a week I'm mad, Droom-do you un derstandf'
 But Graydon loves her." "He won't love her long. I was 6 fool to let him go this far-a blind loving fool. But I'll end it now. He shan't marry her. He has no''- "I haven't much of heart to boasi of, Bansemer, but beg of you not te do this thing I love Graydon He doesn't deserve any pain or disgrace Take my advice and leave the city Let me call Harbert back" "No! They can't drive me out! Tel ephone over and ask Graydon to stop here on his way up this afternoon The opening and closing of the outer door attracted their attention. broom peeped forth. In spite of himself, Ban. semer started and his eyes widened with sudden alarm. A glance of ap. men.
 "It's that Deever boy from Judge Smith's," reported broom.
 'sTell him to get out" said Bansemer with breath of relief. "I thought it might have been'- be. gan broom with awry grin.
 "Nonsense!'
 "It is a bit too soon. They haven't had time."
 As broom left the room Banseme1 crossed to the window and looked down into the seething street far be low. He saw that his hand trembled and he tried to laugh at his weakness. For long time he stood there, his un. seeing eyes focused on the hurrying masses, his ears alert for unusual sounds from the outer office.
 "1f 1t were not for Graydon," he was muttering between set teeth. God, how hate to have him know!"
 broom had told Eddie Deever to s'get out" but Eddie was there to talk and be talked to, so he failed to take the hint.
 Say, I haven't seen you since you played the hero up in the fashiona ble part of town. Gee that was startler I'll bet old man Cable rewards you in some way. What's your theory about the holdup?"
 broom looked up sharply. For the first time there shot into his mind the thought that the breezy boy might be spy.
 'T haven't any," he replied shortly. He was trying to remember if he had ever said anything discriminating to the boy.
 How'd you happen to be over there just at that timer"
 'I haven't time to talk about it. Please don't bother nae. It happened three days ago. and I've really forgot ten about it. Don't throw that cigarette into the wastebasket. Haven't you any sense?'
 Aoo 0OA SuPpoSC l III ocihS to throw it away, do you? There's half an inch of 1t left. Not me! Say. I've heard your boss has quite a case on Mrs. Cable. How about it?" He almost whispered this.
 "You shouldn't talk like that"
 'Oh, you mean that gag aboat people living in glass houses? Gee. Don't worry about that. Chicago is a city of glass houses. A blind man could throw rocks all day and smash a hole in somebody's house every crack. 1 be- lieve the holdup man was one of those strikers who have been out of jobs all winter. Smith thinks so.'
 "Who?"
 Judge Smith,
 That's better"
 Did you see his face!'
 What are you, bub-a detectiveT
 Rosie Heating says I'd make bet ter policeman than lawyer. She's sore at me for taking Miss Throckmorton to Nam Galli's the other night. Eel low stood on the piano ard sang the derndeSt song I've ever heard. But, gee! don't think Miss Throck was on. She didn't seem to notice, mean. Say, irIr nn1ylH