The Washington times., 1913-11-21
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! not De TepedteQ-anO tne Insult OF II
was lost for the moment in the larger
accusation.
! He was charged with the theft Of that
| vanished money. He got that much
| And Mr.. Chester. the president Of the
| bank, and his good friend, seemed to be
beginning to get that. too; but mol
! quite. Not yet.
Slowly he withdrew his eyes from
the leering, sneering regard or the BUR
| ly officer, and turned them upon the
banker. meeting the Iatter's glance Ior
| Just one instant, whereupon the banker
dropped his own to stare at the toes OF
his shoes where they rested upon the
costly Persian rug.
That act was enough HarNaru uiu
not ask the question which mad risen
from his heart and was so rudely turn-
ed back at his lips, and the ilttle Ia9
! leau, with all that it meant and impileo'
was not lost upon Rushton. More than
that. it was meat to him-food and
drink and relish.
Caught with the goods. eh ne
sneered. Haven't go. word to say
| for yourself. have you? Thought the
boss would stand for you, didn't you
Well. you lost out there, cas- case me me
won't. Come, now; open up that trap
CT yours an get the story out a your
system If yeh don't, I'll squeeze II
out a yeh. you dirty sneak.
only the cords of Harvard's neck as
they swelled. and the veins of his fore
head as they stood out clearly oehned
and the deadly pallor of his skin, told
that he heard the epithets that were
hurled at him.
He kept his ewes upon the banker.
who as steadfasty refused to encounter
them. He did not speak. He did not
move He was still crushed by the sud
denness of it all-but something inside
of him was writhing and smarting, and
struggling toward the surface of his
comprehension.
He was stunned, but he was coming
to. 1t was, perhaps, natural that the
three plain-clothes men should con-
str,le his attitude as one of guilt, and
that the banker. who was watching
him, should construe his silence in the
same manner.
Rushton drew the handouts from his
side pocket and ratified them. His BODY
swayed forward half an inch as If he
mean to clap them upon his prisoner,
the step forward that he had intended.
Come you, Give up!" he ordered,
jingling the irons. I've got the goods
on you. I've got you dead to rights
Just where / want you. You've got
about as much show as feather
duster 'ud have in a blast furnace.
Come, now, hold out them dainty hands
O. yours, that amt done nothin' but
count money, while / clap these little
steel ornaments on en-"
Rushton actually took a step forward.
and for one instant Harvard's eyes shot
a glance at him. 1t did not linger even
for fraction of time. but Rushton
stopped-and he could not have told
why he did so. Harvard spoke one
word.
Wait" he said; then he looked to-
ward his employer again.
"'Mr. Chester, do you believe this
thins?' he asked, and his voice was
calm, and low-pitched.
The banker raised his eyes as If to
speak, caught the intent gaze OF the
Young teller and lowered them again
He did not reply. Harvard raised his
his breath once, and shtvered.
Mr.. Chester his friend, did believe in
his guilt. Such a calamity as that had
never occurred TO him. and If stunned
and deadened. instead Of rouslng MN 70
action, as it might have done. He heard
Rushton speaking again, hurting more
epithers and insults at him, but as yet
they glanced aside without penetration
IL was all 5ullyrag and browbeat,
and Rushton was past master OF tne
art. But through 1t all, at last, some
thing did find an opening.
Rushton was shouting at him:
"Who are YOU. anyhow. I'd like to
know? It amt nothin out the way
that you should be thief. l guess you
inherited it all right. You're Just comm
into your own. that's all You don't
amount to notnin'. You amt got any
name that you can call your own, as
far as / can fnd out. It's a hundred 10
one shot, and win at that, that you
your father an mother was, an II they
wasn't crooks before you. Oh. I've got
your measure. Come. now. give 1t to
us straight Where was you bornY
Harvard replied in a low tone with
cut taking eyes from MI. Chesters
chanical: more as If in answer to his
own thought than in response to the
question.
II don't know" he said: and then:
Mr.. Chester, where was ] born?
The banker shook his head negative
Who was your father? Who was
YOUR mother? Do you know that?
Rushton shot at him again.
Can you tell him. Mr.. Chester? Har.
ward asked, with strange quietude; but
again the employer shook MS head
We'll, what dyer expect from a man
uh that sort. anyhow. Mr.. Chester?
queried brutally. It's prise
TO me that you'd take guy uh that |
sort into the bank and give him a lot
uh money to handle. You might a |
known that he'd go the limit If he ever
got a show. He don't know who his |
antecedents was, does he? What was |
he. anyhow, an where'd you pick him
up?"
The banker replied without raising his |
eyes:
terested in him when-
Then he didn't have no father an
mother. did he-'r at least you don't
know who they was, do you?'
The banker shook his head again.
well. then, he amt got any name,
either. bingham Harvard don't belong
to him. It's just an alias That's all
he is-just an alias. OF course, he'd