The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1911-01-01

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edenos.' q memorandum
for me in writing TO that effect-a re-
ceipt, 20 to speak,"
He pushed q pad toward tho man
aging editor.
"Au right-certainly," agreed Brand,
taking up a pen.
The Judge began to congratulate
handling the young man.
''This is-ah-more businessffl1e," he
said
But Brand savs him another shoct
when he said:
yes; I'll draw It up in duplicate.
Each Of us will keep q copy-dgned."
"Ah-ha-ha!' The 1urist leaned
back and laughed. You're 4 clever
lad, Brand. Well, well: youth will be
served" He pushed the pad away.
Brand glanced at the clock fixed in
the wall opposite him.
'1t's getting late, Judge" he warned.
Bartelmy reached into the inside
pocket Of bis evening dress coat and
extracted an oblong package. Slipping
OF q rubber band that encircIed 1t, he
unwrapped the yellow paper and laid
before him on the managing editors
desk 4 neat stack Of crisp new bank
bills, all Of the $500 denomination.
Bartelmy started to count the money,
but he desisted and pushed the bills
over toward Brand.
"Count it." he said.
You count It."
The Judge leaned forward and began
the task. Ills head was within four
or Eve inches Of the mouthpiece Of
the telephone. He picked up the bills,
ono at a time. and as he counted them
he laid them in another pile.
Give hundred" he said-"one thou
sand, ATTENTIVE thousand, twenty
Hve-three thousand, thirty fve-four
thousand, forty-fve five thousand
There Is half Of It." he remarked.
Eyes: that's $1,000" assented Brand.
''Six thousand" said the judge, con-
tinuing with his task-"seven thou
sand, seventy-fve-eight thousand"
Eight thousand dollars" agreed
Brand.
"Nine thousand" counted the Judge.
"Nine Thousand dollars" said Brand.
'Ten thousand dollars" the Judge
counted.
rs that correct?" he queried Of the
editor.
Ten thousand dollars. correct" was
the reply. THAT viii wipe the slate
clean between u.s."
Brand held out his hand to take the
money.
The judge picked up the pie Of bills,
compressed them with his hands and
extended the money across the desk.
Take it, Brand" he said.
As the false judge said these words
and stood with the money in his hands
and held it out to the editor loud ex-
plosion thrilled every nerve fiber in
his body. A binding glare Of light
filed the room. and the air was filed
with the choking gaseous fumes of
the smoke of the powder used by pho
tographers In making flashlights.
A pang of terror shot through the
craven heart of the would be briber.
He started back in his alarm. his eyes
almost blinded by the unexpected food
Of light that had subsidized as quickly
As 1t had come.
My God. What II that?' he cried,
rubbing the back Of one Of his hands
across his eyes.
Wheeler Brand, who had risen in his
place at his desk when the judge had
finished counting the money, set his
face into hard. unyielding lines as the
judge besought him to speak. to ex-
plain. He had won. He had COM
pletely at his mercy this cold. crafty
betrayer Of the public trust he had
sworn to hold sacred. And it was
with unmistakable triumph in his
voice that he gave the reply that was
to be imprinted on the brain Of the
false judge as long as he was to live
a reply that would haunt him while
awake and awake him when be slept:
at is a picture Of you in stripes,
Judge Bartemy." he announced.