Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-05-13
CHAPTER ".
THE WHEELS OF JUSTICE.

- ONDON In the spring! Sunshine.
the Thames agleam with sill
yer ripples. singing as 1t
flows: red sails! Joyous Lon
don that has emerged from fogs and
Dasks 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 a narrow thorough
fare not far from the Strand.
"Quite worth while going to hear
John Steele conduct for his client, l
assure you. Lord Ronsdale." observed
one. a tall, military looking man, who
walked with a slight limp and carried
a cane. Hes q 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, l 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
~criminologist, takes a strong personal
interest in the lowest r%iffraff. is writ
ing a book. | understand-one of the
kind that will throw a new light on
the subject"
"Just what is a criminologisr?' The
speaker. a girl of about eighteen. turn.
Cd g sne nEnfly 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 a small, dain-
tily gloved hand to the little group of
friends who now approached and
Joined them. Captain Forsythe is
trying to persuade me 1t is a legiti-
mate part of Summing plan to
take in murder trials, uncle" she said
lightly. addressing the foremost of the
newcomers, "just because it's a 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?"
"Well, every man should have a
hobby" returned that individual. land.
although l don't aspire to the long
name you call me, l confess to a slight
amateur interest"
Slight" she repeated. would you
believe 1t, aunt"-to a portly lady
among those who had approached
she never misses a murder trial? ]
believe he likes to watch the poor fell
lows fighting for their lives, to study
their faces. their expressions when
they're being sentenced perhaps to one
of those horrible convict ships!"
"Don't speak of them. my dear Joce-
lyn!" returned that worthy person.
with a shudder. when | think of the
Lord Nelson and that awful night
you were three days in an open
boat before being sighted and picked
up, | 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.
"And the amazing part of it is the
fellow looked like a brute, had the
low, ignorant face of an e~x-bruiser."
you must not speak of him that
way!" The girls hands were clasped;
the slender. shapely figure was very
straight. Her beautiful blue eyes. full
of varying lights. flashed, then became
dimmed. A suspicion of mist blurred
the long, sweeping lashes. HE had
big, noble spark in his soul, and think
of him many. many times" she re-
peated. the sweet. gay lips trembling
sensitively. Brave fellowl Brave
fellow!'
"Pity he should have been drowned.
though" Captain Forsythe went on
HE would | am sure. have made a
most interesting study in contrasts"
Here Ronsdale lifted his hat. May
happen back this way" he observed
THAT is" looking at Jocelyn Wray. III
you don't object"
81? Not at all. OF course 1t would
bore you-a trial! You are so easily