Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1912-01-19

paused and added Did she tell you
who it wasg"
No." said the Judge dryly, she win
tell us tonight"
The banker bounded in his seat.
You'll see" he cried. Another
nash in the pan. | don't like being
mixed up in this matter-its disagree.
able-most disagreeable."
DR.. Bernstein pulled thick cloud
of smoke into the air and said quietly:
Yes, sir; it is disagreeable-bu
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 a 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 I could Excuse my bringing
the sergeant with me Sit over there,
Maloney." Half alphabetically, he
added He 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, I 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.
Now, Judge, explode your bomb!
But ! warn you I've made up my
mind"
I've made up my mind, too" re-
torted the Judge, so at least we start
even"
YES" growled the other
AS | stated in my letter, captain"
went on the Judge coolly, Il don't want
to use your own methods in this mat.
ter don't want to spread reports
about you, Or accuse you in the pa
pers. That's why | asked you to come
over and discuss the matter informally
with me. | 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 Defantly he replied:
That's about what | mean, I sup
pose"
"In 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"
ut will be-" replied the lawyer
sharply but at present it's up to
you"
"Me?" exclaimed the other in genu-
Inc surprise
Yes" went on Judge Brewster
calmly you were 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
oh nj he
Are we going over all that? What's
the use? A confession Is a confession
and that settles it, I suppose the doc
tor has been working his pet theory
off on you and it's beginning to
sprout."
Yes" retorted the judge quickly,
cts beginning to sproTt, captain"
There was a sudden interruption
caused by the entrance of the butler,
who approached his master and whis-
pered something to him. Aloud the
Judge said:
ASK her to wait till we are ready"
The servant retired and Capt Gin.
ton turned to the Judge. With mock
Difference, he said:
Say, Mr.. Brewster, you're a great
constitutional lawyer-the greatest In
this cOuntry-and take off my hat to
you but I don't think criminal law
Is in your line"
Judge Brewster pursed his lips and
his eyes flashed as he retorted
quickly:
Il don't think it's constitutional to
take a mans mind away from him
and substitute your own, Capt. Clin-
ton"
What do you mean?" demanded
the chief
Il mean that instead of bringing out
of this man his OWE true thoughts Of
innocence, you have forced into his
consciousness your own false thoughts
of his guilt"
The judge spoke slowly and DELHI
erately, making each word tell The
police bully squirmed uneasily on his
chair
81 don't follow you. Judge Better
stick to international law. This police
court work Is beneath you"
Perhaps it is" replied the lawyer
quickly without losing his temper.
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