Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1911-09-22

jury. Just think how your powers
would be increased if by your skill in
psychological observation you could
convince the jury that your client,
who was about to be convicted on cir
cumstantial evidence alone, was really
innocent of the crime OF which he was
charged. Why, sir, the road which
psychology opens up to the lawyer
is well-nigh boundless. Don't you use
the Bertillon system to measure the
body? Don't you rely on thumb prints
to identify the hand? How do you
know that We psychologists are not
able to-day to test the individual diff
ferences of menu
I'm a word" laughed the judge,
you mean that any one trained to
read my mind can tell just what's
passing in my brain ,"
Precisely" replied the doctor with
smile the psychologist can tell with
almost mathematical accuracy just
how your mental mechanism is work
ing. | admit it sounds uncanny. but
it can be proved. In fact, it has been
proved. time and time again"
Alicia came up and took the doc
tors arm.
"Oh Dr. Bernstein" she protested,
II can't allow the Judge to monopOlize
you in this way. Come with me.
want to introduce you to a most
charming woman who is dying to
meet you. She is perfectly crazy on
| psychology"
Don't introduce me to her"
laughed the Judge. Il see enough
crazy people in the law courts"
Dr.. Bernstein smiled and followed
his hostess. Judge Brewster turned
to chat with the banker. From4the dis
tant music room came the sound of
piano and a beautiful soprano voice.
The rooms were now crowded and
newcomers were arriving each min
ute. Servants passed in and out serv-
ing iced delicacies and champagne.
Suddenly the butler entered the
salon and, quietly approaching Alicia.
handed her a letter. In a low tone
he said:
"This letter has just come, MN.
The messenger said it was very i'm
portant and l should deliver it at
| once"
Alicia turned pale. She instantly
recognized the handwriting. 1t was
from Robert Underwood Was not her
last message enough? How dare he
address her again and at such time?
Retiring to an inner room, she tore
open the envelope and read as follows:
Dear Mrs. Jeffries: This is the last
time l shall ever bore you with my let
ters. You have forbidden me to see you
again. Practically you have sentenced
me to living death, but as 1 prefer
death shall not be partial, hut full and
complete oblivion, I take this means of
letting you know that unless you revoke
your cruel sentence of banishment. I
shall make an end Of 1t all. / shall be
found dead, Monday morning, and you
will know who is responsible.
Yours deVotedly,
ROBERT UNDERWOOD,
An angry exclamation escaped
Alicia's lips, and crushing the note I'D
in her hand, she bit her lips till the
blood came. 1t was just as she feared.
The man was desperate. He was not
to be got rid of so easily. How dare
he-how dare he? The coward-to
think that she could be frightened by
such a threat. What did she care IL
he killed himself? 1t would be good
radiance. Yet suppose he was In
earnest, suppose he did carry out his
threat? There would be terrible
scandal, an investigation, people
would talk, her name would be men
toned. No-no-that must be pre-
vented at all costs.
Distracted, not knowing what course
to pursue, she paced the floor of the
room. Through the closed door she
could hear the music and the chatter
OF her guests. She must go to see
Underwood at once, that was certain.
and her visit must be a secret one.
There was already enough talk.
If her enemies could hear of her vis-