St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1910-05-18
CHAPTER ".
THE WHEELS OF JUSTICE


- ONDON in the spring! Sunshine.
the Thames agleam with sill
" yer ripples, singing as it
flows; red sails! Joyous Lon
don that has emerged from fogs and
basks beneath blue skies! On such a
day about 10 o'clock in the morning
three persons whose appearance distin-
guished them from the ordinary pass
ersby turned into narrow thorough
fare not far from the Strand.
''Quite worth while going to hear
John Steele conduct for his client, 1
assure you, Lord Ronsdale," observed
one, a tall, military looking man, who
walked with a slight limp and carried
a cane. Hes a new man, but he's
making his mark. When he asked to
be admitted to the English bar he sur
prised even his examiners. His sum-
ming up in the Doughertie murder
case was, heard his lordship remark,
one of the most mastery efforts he
ever listened to. Just tore the circum-
stantial evidence to pieces and freed
his man! Besides his profession at
the bar, he is an unusually gifted
triminologist, takes a strong personal
interest in the lowest riffraff, is writ
ing a book, 1 understand of the
kind that will throw a new light on
the subject"
"Just what is a crimtnologistP The
speaker, a girl of about eighteen, turn
ed as she lightly asked the question to
glance over her shoulder toward sew
eral persons who followed them.
zone who seeks to apply to the Grim
inal the methods Of psychology. psy-
chiatry and anthropology," he answer
ed, with TESTING impressiveness.
when one is only a sort of country
cousin" the girl waved small, dam
tily gloved hand to the little group of
friends who now approached and
Joined them. Captain Forsythe is
trying to persuade me it is a legiti-
mate part Of our stunning plan to
take in murder trials, uncle,'' she said
lightly, addressing the foremost of the
newcomers, "just because it's fad of
his. Speaking of this acquaintance or
friend of yours, Mr.. Steele-you are
something of a criminologist, too. are
you not, Captain Forsythe?"
"Wel, every man should have a
hobby" returned that individual, land,
although 1 don't aspire to the long
name you call me, / confess to slight
amateur interest
''Slight!'' she repeated would you
believe it, aunt''-to a portly lady
among those who had approached
she never misses a murder trial?
= k1<, Al II
lows fighting for their lives, to study
their faces, their expressions when
they're being sentenced perhaps to one
of those horrible convict shipsp'
Don't speak of them, my dear Joce-
lynp returned that worthy person,
with shudder. when 1 think of the
Lord Nelson and that awful night
you were three days in an open
boat before being sighted and picked
up, 1 believe, Lady Wray?'' observed
Captain Forsythe.
'Every one behaved splendidly," in
terposed Sir Charles. you" gazing
contemplatively at the girl, ''were but
a child then, Jocelyn."
She did not answer. The beautiful
face had abruptly changed. All laugh
ter had gone from the clear blue eyes.
"She is thinking of the convict who
saved her." observed Sir Charles in an
explanatory tone to Captain Forsythe
'tAnd the amazing part of it is the
fellow looked ike a brute, had the
low, ignorant face of an ex-bruiser.''
sFYou must not speak of him that
wayl" The girls hands were clasped: