Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-08-06

small table alone, waiting for his dinner.
"Alistah Warren, kin yo' come out right
away" she implored. Ill be undah the
tree
He nodded, and she left him. AS quietly
as possible he withdrew, lighting cigarette
as he strolled through the lobby. Under the
tree he found Molly, who poured out her
story
AN Sam amt done nothin', AIistah War
rem she hurried on. Il knows who done
hit. Hit was Pete Burwell.'
How do YOU know that, AIolly?' Warren
asked eagerly.
kin O clo'es," she answered simply. "He
went away fun here dat day, an he amt
been back sence. He was at de bank when
Miss Marshall drawed de money. An he's
been in Jail fer stealin'. He's got hidin' out
place in Blagdens Alley in Washin ton, an
l reckon he's gone there
New hope came TO Warren, and he urged
Molly for details, including an accurate
description of Pete Burwell and the Blag
den's Alley address. Then he sent her back
to the hotel and hurried to Harris's office,
where the imported telegraph operator was
busy. Warren filed long and urgent
despatch to the Chief of Detectives at Wash
ington, with whom he was on terms of pro-
fessional intimacy.
From the telegraph Office he made a
mysterious trip to the courthouse, watching
carefully to see that he was not followed.
The building was empty and locked; but
Warren found an open window and climbed
In. He emerged in five minutes, painting
from eXertion, but with grin of keen delight
on his face, and went back to the hotel to fin
ish his dinner. As he passed through the
lobby he heard Crown say to Pettinglll:
Better keep an eye on that reporter"
THE third trial proceeded without inter-
ruptiOn, a dreary repetition of the other
two. As the jury withdrew Warren rest
less at his table, heard a stir in the court
room and saw Crown and Pettingill enter.
His watch told him that it was nearing mid
night. Crown made his way jauntily to the
Judges bench and sat down directly behind
Sam. One hand was under his coat. Mar
shall and Pettingill moved about the room,
and in few minutes Warren saw they had
everything in readiness Marshall had
taken up his post at the front doors. A man
was standing carelessly in front of each VIM
dow. The front rows of benches were filled
with a rough looking lot, led by the farm
hand witness. Pettingill. after visiting each
station and giving further instructions in
whispers, moved within the rallied space.
Warren watched Crown and Pettingill
narrowly, and could not repress grin,
despite his own nervous apprehension, as
Crown glanced up at the clock, suspended
from gallery railing. A look of bewilder-
ment came into the ringleader's features,
and he hurriedly snatched his own watch
from his pocket and compared them. His
face changed, his lips set, and he glanced at
Warren. He leaned over to Pettingill and
said:
"That cussed reporter has set back the
hands of the clock!'
Pettingill hastily verified by his own watch
Crowns declaration that the clock was an
hour slow.
"I'n tell the boys" he said.
NO. no; it'll mix 'em all up" Crown
ordered. wait till she strikes"
Warren breathed sigh of relief at the
respite thus gained. 1t was then actually
after midnight; but the big clock showed
only few minutes past eleven. Even now,
he felt, there might not be time enough.
He wished there had been some other way;
but he could not have reached the Sheriff.
The mob had been maneuvering during the
afternoon to keep them apart, and he knew
the old Judge was infexible about the mill
tia. Even now if he made a move it would
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