The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-06-29
CHAPTER xvII.-continued.

That's our object, isn't it, Mr.. JEFF
fries-to find out?" he said sarcas-
tically.
whats the name of this mysteri
Gus witness?" exclaimed the banker
testify. "If the police haven't been
able to find her why should Howards
wife be able to do so? There was a
report that she herself was" He
paused and added, did she tell you
who it was?"
mo-" said the judge dryly, "she will
tell us tonight"
The banker bounded in his seat.
You'll see,'' he cried. another
flash in the pan. l don't like being
mixed up in this matter-it's disagree
able-most disagreeable"
DIR. Bernstein puffed a thick cloud
of smoke into the air and said quietly:
yes, sir; 1t is disagreeable-b
unfortunately it is life.''
Suddenly the door opened and Capt.
Clinton appeared, followed by his fidus
Achates, Detective Sergeant Maloney.
Both men were in plain clothes. The
captains manner was condescendingly
polite, the attitude of man so sure
of his own position that he had little
respect for the opinion of any one
else. With an effort at amiability he
began:
Got your message, judge-came as
soon as l could. Excuse my bringing
the sergeant with me- Sit over there.
Maloney." Half alphabetically. he
added "TIe keeps his eyes open and
his mouth shut, so he won't interfere.
How do, doctor?"
Maloney took position at the far
end Of the room, while DR.. Bernstein
introduced the captain to Mr.. JEFF
fries.
Yes, l know the gentleman. How
do, sir?"
The banker nodded stifiy. He did
not relish having to hobnob in this
way with such vulgarian as a graft
ing police captain. Capt Clinton
turned to Judge Brewster.
Nov, judge, explode your bomb!
But l warn you I've made up my
mind"
"I've made up my mind, too,' re-
torted the judge, $50 at least we start
even"
YES" growled the other.
las / stated in my letter, captain"
went on the judge coolly, Il don't want
to use your own methods in this mat
ter. l don't want to spread reports
about you, or accuse you in the pa
pers. That's why I asked you to come
over and discuss the matter informally
with me- I want to give you chance
to change your attitude"
Don't want any chance" growled
the policeman.
You mean," said the judge, peering
at his Wis a Wis over his spectacles,
that you don't want to change your
attitude"
Capt. Clinton settled himself more
firmly in his chair, as If getting ready
for hostilities. Defiantly he replied:
That's about what mean, I sup
pose"
I'm other Words" went on Judge
Brewster calmly. you have found this
this boy guilty and you refuse to
consider evidence which may tend to
prove otherwise"
"'Tain't my business to consider ev-
idence," snapped the chief That's
up to the prosecuting attorney"
at will be-" replied the lawyer
sharply. "but ut present it's up to
you"
"Me?" exclaimed the other in genu.
inc surprise.
Eyes," went on Judge Brewster
calmly, "you we're instrumental in OBJ
tanning a confession from him. I'm
raising a question as to the truth of
that confession"
Capt. Clinton showed signs of i'm
patience. Struggling his massive
shoulders deprecatingly, he said:
Are we going over all that? What's
the use? A confession is confession
and that settles it. suppose the doc
tor has been working his pet theory
of on you and it's beginning to
sprout."
Yes" retorted the judge quickly,
tits beginning to sprout. captain!"
There was sudden interruption