The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-10
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 821 WE WILL DO THE REST

on you because-well. for the very tips l that you hold against me; but you're l only her uncle. old man, after all. -
 That's all,'' Brookfeld said. smil- ing; but there was more threat than l admission in tone and eye.
 And if she says yes-' T "Frank!' Jacks temper was plain ly rising; he paused in an evident eff
 fort to control it. When he spoke again Hardmuth noticed that there
 Some day the truth will come out as to who murdered a governor-elect of this State.'' } 'Is there any doubt about that?' Hardmuth nonchalantly shook the ashes from his cigar.
 Isn't there?" came in the deadly
 monotone of Broolxfields. "The man that fired the shot is in jail.' Hardmuth's tone carried more I fervor than simple reply would } seem to have demanded. Brookfeld's voice kept on its even, threatening level, as though the pause had been for effect rather than for Hardmuth's answer. 1T don't want my niece mixed uI
 in it.''
 What do you mean by that?"
 Hardmouth was now facing the : gambler, livid and trembling. his eyes
 narrowed to little gleaming slits There was no weakness or waverine in the man who faced him. Brook
 field had said the thing that he had promised himself a hundred times he
 would never say, the thing that. ever
 now reluctantly said to protect his niece, it would never. he felt, be ne 1 cessary to repeat. The situation wal . in Hardmuth's parlance-a verita- ble show-dow One question more
 one more answer. and there would bt blows or a cringing criminal and hi!
 master.
 Helen entered the room. The wis ual duel between the men was broken Hardmuth turned to Helen with ar | inquiry concerning the young people F and when informed that they wer, 8 still at the billiard-table. mumblet : something about looking them over, !. and left the room. ol Wont you come, too?" Helen ask . ed Jack, with a seriousness that show
 ed her coming into the room had no been casual
 sI 'Pd rather stay here with you.''
 That gentleman that called after ! supper"
 z ''Mr Denning?' Jack prompted. 'Yes. He seems to take pleasure 2 in annoying Clay 'Yes; I know that side of Denning. 3 Brookfield turned toward the dining room and called Ellinger. When h' r entered. Jack asked him to go into . the biiliard-room and look after Den
 ming. Whats he doing?" Lew inquired O } Helen.
 "Commenting humorously and hid
 ing the chalk, and so on,' she replied
 Lit up little, I suppose" Lev 2 suggested to Jack. Jack nodded. and, motioning Filing e CT on his way said, Just ride hero " on him.
 e Helen wavered in her impulse tt < follow Ellinger to the billiard-room !: and finally yielded to Jack as he in !. dicated a chair
 He doesn't seem much of a gen ' tleman-this Mir. Denning," she said
 "He wasn't expected tonight" - "Is he one of your-clients?'' Ther, e was more sarcasm than consideration e in Helen's choice of the word. Jacl q acknowledged it with a smile. e "One of my clients"
 "Clay meets him here?'' 8 ''Yes-has met him here."
 II didn't think you'd do that, Jack with my boy.''
 Do what?"
 Gamble
 D "Its no gamble with your boy, Hel
 en-" Jack said, lightly, tits a sur -l thing; he hasn't won a dollar.'
 I'm glad you're able to smile ove it''
 tI Perhaps it would seem more hum