Mexico weekly ledger., 1910-01-27
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gun there"
Most decidedly. then" continued the
prosecutor, you do not recall that
told you that anything you might say
would
II heard all you said" the prisoner
broke in. But what's the use2 1t had
to come. l was getting tired Of hiding
and never having a wink Of sleep. Be.
sides, l knew that Pemmican, Cradle
baugh's man, saw the whole affair,
There was no escape"
Murgatroyd's face expressed ap-
proval of this point Of view. His
voice, however, was noncommittal
when he observed:
"Pemmican saw 1t all, then?"
Certainly he did" Challoner volun-
teered.
When the prosecutor spoke again he
did SO without looking up from sew
eral documents he was scanning.
Il haven't examined P~emmican-my
men have, though" he said. 1--WE got
him under lock and key, and he'll
have to stay there until
Challoner moistened his lips.
Until my trial, | suppose" he inter
posed. "Poor DEVIL That's hard
linesr
The prosecutor ignored the com
ment, but he reminded the prisoner
again that he must be careful not to
say anything that could be used
against him, concluding with:
you came here from the Jail quite
willingly this morning?"
"Don't you think we can cut all that
sort Of thing out, Mr.. Prosecutors" a
little scornfully.
Before answering Murgatroyd shot q
glance at his men as IL to sharpen
their attention.
VERY well. then" he said finally,
"if you're quite willing l should like
to know the exact details. AS | un.
derstand II, both Hargraves and you
were fatally infatuated with an ac-
tress at the Frsvolity-quarreled over
her. Is that rlght?"
Surely there Is no necessity OF
bringing any other names into this
Challoner answered holly, and then
little by little calming down, he re
counted graphically the Incidents Of
that memorable night.
A most unusual performance on the
part Of the prosecutor cut him short
All the time Challoner had been laying
bare the facts Murgatroyd had beer
toying with a pigskin wallet on which
appeared in gold the initials ar. H,
and just when his prisoner was on thu
point of ending his story he tossed II
over to him, demanding:
do you recognize that?" The prose
cutor desired If possible to add rob
berry to the motive In the case.
know it2" the prisoner replied glib
ly. II should think | did 1t was Har
graves. When / saw it last there wal
$4,000 in it," Turning 1t inside out
he asked In an offhand I'M
where's the money gonep
Murgatroyd's eyes searched the face
of the man before him.
"You took it." he asserted coldly.
Challoner strove to clear away hi,
muddled recollections.
II took it2 Decidedly not" he ex
claimed Indignantly. But the mans
dipsomaniacal doubts and fears tingeC
the tone Of his voice and lessened tn,
impressiyeness of his denial, though hI
added: "Why, your witness, Pemmi
can, can tell you that. He saw thu
whole thing"
Murgatroyd asked of ChalloneI
whether 1t was not a fact that he hat
tried to borrow money all over town
The "Yes' he ELECTED was mutteret
angrily.
'But l didn't touch that" Challonel
resumed, the beads Of perspiratioI
standing out on his brow. IF l did
take the money, what in the worlt
have ! done with it? Tell me that. Blu
look here, Murgatroyd; let's get dowI
to business and have this over with.
told you that l waited for Hargrayei
for two nights. We had a game il
Room A. There was a compact. Har
graves won out. Hang him, he al
ways won out! We had a row theI
and there. / pulled that gun and free
at him point blank"
"And then?"
Il killed him, and l would do it owe
again, / assure you. | don't remembet
any more, but Pemmican was there
You've got his story. He knows al
about it"
"His story" observed Murgatroyd
laying a forefnger on the edge Of TIL
desk, amounts TO just what you saiI
last night"
There was a loud rap on the door
Mixley answered 1t and left the room
He returned in an instant.
"It's Counselor Thorne," he announc
ed to the prosecutor. HE wants t
see you"
Murgatroyd shook his head impa
tiently.
"Tell him to wait" he said brusquely
HE won't wait" persisted Mixley.
"You tell him that he's got to wait,
returned Murgatroyd.
But Thorne did not wait, No soone
had Mixley left the room than Thorn
entered and strobe up to the prose
cutor's desk. Mixley followed him.
Thorne shook his fist toward Cha
loner.
"Murgatroyd," he cried, with injure
air, whats this? You call yourself
reputable lawyer; you call yourself
reform prosecutor! This is a most III
fair a~dvantage!
"what now, Thorne-wnat now2"
Most unfair" repeated the othe
YEARLY.
you've got my client here-my CT
emil"
Murgatroyd looked at Mixley an
McGrath.
"Your client! Where is your clientI
seThere he is," pointing, James Law
renee Challonerl'
M~urgatroyd rose and said suavely:
II beg your pardon, Mr.. Thorne. All
The Mexico Ledger would like
know the present address of S.
Darr, who was formerly in bu'
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