The Washington times., 1913-11-20

rienced officer. but Bingham Harvard?
thought Of! can't believe It"
Amt 1 said that l know, Mr. Ches-
teri" Rushton demanded. with a mingled
scowl and grin on his face. That's the
crock. believe me; and he's siicker n
wet soap, too"
The banker did not reply; He sat with
whelmed by what had been told him.
And the trouble was that he did not
doubt. now that 1t had been told 10 him.
Why? Because he placed implicit con-
fidence in the acumen of the man VINO
had made the charge-and because he
was a banker.
Rushton moved back to his formor
position and waited. He was cunning,
rather than logical; keen, instead of
able. He knew the two classes with
which he was dealing-the bankers
| class and the banking clerk class: one
easily led, the other only too quick to
| take alright. 1t was only natural that
he should have included the young man
| against whom he made the charges
among the latter-and that was Lieu
tenant Rushton's error.
He had picked the wrong man FOR
his frame-up. But he did not suspect
| that-yet
he believed to be the most likely. and
| Gf any degree of justification Is due
him) the one whom be believed would
| weaken and confess when the profess
| sional gan was thrown into him. And
there simply had to be a victim. and
| agency would not be beaten to It"
soon enough to satisfy his egotism.
So Rushton watched President Ches-
ter with his small eyes. and waited.
| although the waiting became irksome
! before the banker at last raised his
frn U1on nd rnItf he cfv HorlA
word interrogative:
. "well?" p
Have him in here-now. I'll clap the
| irons onto him and have him cryin' like
| a baby inside of two minutes"
"Oh! no. not here. couldn't do that.
stan Of the bank. For they would
know instantly what was going on
'Huhi Not much they wouldn't. Not
they. It'll all be done SO on the dead
quiet that the others won't know a word
about 1t until We are out of the bank
and aimin' for headquarters
The banker raised his eyes again. and
| there was quiet II mirthless smile in
| them.
You don't know the man you are ac-
| cusing. Rushton.''
Don't /? Well. I know his kind, and
that's enough"
He is apt to be dangero-s, II his
temper gets the upper hano. I have
seen him So.
Dangerous? Ratsi They're all alike,
Mr.. Chester. They'll put up a blum that
works to charm up to a certain point,
but"-he pulled pair of steel handouts
from one of his side pockets and dam
gled them for an instant before the
bankers eyes-"once let 'em feel the
| cold chill uh these. things on their two
wrists. and they weaken like a wet dish
| rag That's what. Dangerous? Huh,
They amt got no grit. ir pluck, r sand
to show fr themselves, only when you
get 'em In a corner and there's still a
livin' show for 'em to get away. Then
they'll fight, just like q rat'ii fight.
But you let me clap these things onto
him"-he jingled the handcuffs together
| in his pocket-"and I'll gamble that
, he'll get down on his knees an beg.
Him? Dangerous? I'll make him jump
through a hoop an then lay down and
| roll over for you before I've had him
| in here three minutes. Call him in, and
let's have il over with"
No. Not here. I cannot have him
arrested here, in the bank, Rushton."
"Eh? Why not? Where then, II not
here?'
"At my house. perhaps; this evening.
| But not here. 1t viii. bel won't have
| II here. That's all about it,
"Well, your house tonight, then. VIII
you have him there? VIII he fall for
goin' there tonight, II you ask him
Won't he suspect, an 'mebby make a
getaway Of it?"
He will go to my house II ask him.
But you have forgotten one thing. Mr..
Rushton- You have not offered me any