The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-10-25

the door of the room where Eddie
Grfggs was shot to death, and none OF
'em heard a sound. It's that Internal
silencer thing. OF course, know that
all the gang was in the house"
ibid you see them go in9''
ttNo, didn't, but Griggs''-
'fGriggs is dead, Burke. You're up
against it, You can't prove that Gar
son or Chicago Red or Dacey ever en-
tered that house"
'eWell, then, I'll charge young Glider
with murder and call the Turner wo-
man as a Witness"
"You can't question her on the wit
ness stand. The law doesn't allow you
to make a wife testify against her hus-
band. No, Burke, your only chance Of
getting the murderer of Griggs is by
q Confession
'"Then III charge them both with
the murder the Inspector growled
vindictively. "And, by - they'll
both go to trial unless somebody comes
through If it's my last act on earth,
I'm going to get the man who shot
Eddie Griggs.''
Burke, after the lawyer had left him
watched the door expectantiy Tor the
coming Of Aggie Lynch, whom he had
ordered brought before him But
when at last Dan appeared and stood
aside to permit her passing into the
office, the inspector gasped at the IN
expeetedness Of the vision. The next
instant the inspector forgot his SUR
prise in sincere almost ardent adm1-
ration.
The girl was rather short, but or
slender elegance Of form that was raw
fishing Her costume had about 1t an
tndubitab1e air, a efnality or perfec-
ton in its kind. On another 1t might
have appeared perhaps the merest tr1-
he garish. But that fault was made
into a virtue by the correcting 1nno-
ence of the girls face. 1t was child
isf face, childish in the exquisite
smoothness of the soft, pink skin, child
tsh in the wondering stare of the blue
eyes, now so widely opened in dismay,
childish in the wistful dropping of the
rosebud mouth.
NOV, then, my girl" Burke said
roughly, ST want to know
There came a change, wrought In
the twinkling of an eye. The tiny,
trinity shod foot Of the girl rose and
fell in a wrathful stamp
srWhat do you mean By this out
rage?'' she stormed. Her voice was
low and rich, with charming round
ness that seemed the very hallmark of
gentilfty. ct demand my instant re-
lease
~wait nninute!'' Burke remonstrat-
ed 'tWait a minuter'
'sYou waitr' she cried violently.
'rYou just wait, I tell you, until my
papa hears Of thisr'
'tWho is your papaT'
"T shan't tell you,1 came the petu-
liant retort from the girl NYou would
probably give my name to the report
ers. IT it ever got into the newsDa-
pers my family would die Of shameY'
snow, the easiest way out for both
8 Of us IS for you to tell me just who
you are. You see. young lady. you
were found in the house of notorious
crook
How perfectly absurd! I was cali
ing on Miss Mary Turner!"
Glow did you come to meet her any
how?''
eI was introduced to Miss Turner
by Mr. Richard Glider. Perhaps you
have heard of his father, the owner OF
the Emporium"
- tsOh, yes, I've heard OF his father and
Of him too.
'.Then you must see at once that you
are entirely mistaken in this matter
~You see, young lady, the fact is that
even If you were introduced to Miss
Turner by young Mr. Glider this same
Mary Turner herself is an ex-convict,
and she's just been arrested for muir
der"
..Murder!' the girl gasped.
eyes. You see, If there's mistake
about you you don't want it to go any
Z further-not mite further, that's sure
So, you see, now, that's one of the rea-
sons why must know just who you
are
You should have told me all about
this horrid thing In the first place
Now the girls manner was transform
ed. She SMILED wistfu1y on the in
spector and spoke with simplicity
that was peculiarly potent In It's effect
on the official.
..My name is Helen Travers West, .
she announced
.srot the daughter of the railway
| president?''
Yes the girl admitted .AOh, please
don't tel any one. she begged pretti-
~. t'Surely, sir, you seetnow quite
| plainly why it must never be known
by any one In all the wide, wide world
| that I have ever been brought TO this
| perfectly dreadful pIace-theugh you
have been quite nice. Please let me
| go home" She plucked minute
handkerchief from her hand bag put
| it to her eyes and began be sob quietly
The btzrly inspector Of police was
moved to quick sympathy.
That's all right, little lady" he ex-
claimed cheerfu1ly Now, don't you
be worried, not a little bit Take 1t
from me, Miss West. Just go ahead
and tell me all you know about this
Turner woman Did you see her yes
terdayY'
The girls sobs ceased After final
dab with the minute handkerchief she
leaned forward little toward the In
spector and proceeded to put ques-
ton to him with great earnestness.