The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-10-27
CHAPTER XVII.
The Trap That Failed.

/ DlGW q KISS ITOIn Ills CnICh uuSGE TIPS
In hooking reverence for her as an
| artist in her way.& Then when he
learned that Edward Glider had ar
rived he ordered that the magnate and
| the district attorney be admitted and
| that the son also be sent up from his
| cell.
Its a bad business, SIR Burke said
with hearty sympathy to the shaken
father after the formal greetings that
followed the entrance of the two men.
''It's a very bad business"
what does he say?'' Glider ques-
| toned.
stNothingp' Burke answered. sHThat
Is why I sent for you I suppose Mr..
Demarest has made the situation plain
to you
I eyes, he has explained it to me. It's
a terrible position for my boy. But
you'll release. him at once, won't you %
i 81 can't, Burke replied reluctantly
but bluntly. 'fYou ought not to expect
it, Mr.. Glider
Inspector" the magnate cried bro
kenly, t'yoldon't mean
81 mean, Mr. Glider, that you've got
to make him talk. That's what want
you to do for al our sakes. Win you %
'T'H do my BEST the unhappy man
replied.
A minute later Dick, In charge of an
officer, was brought into the room
He was pale, little disheveled from
his hours in cell
The. father went forward quickly
and caught Dicks hands In a mighty
grip.
my boyr' he murmured huskiIy.
Then he made great effort and con-
troI1ed his emotion to some extent
'The inspector tells me- he went on,
~that you've refused to talk-to an
gwer his questions.
'HThat wasn't wise under the cfrcUn-
Btances,' the father demonstrated hur-
Hiedly. However, now, Demarest and
are here to protect your interests, so
that you can talk freely. Now, Dtck,
tell us! Who killed that man2 We
must know Tell me-
Demarest went step toward the
young man. 'Dick, L don't want to
highten you, but your position is real
~ dangerous. Your only chance is to
speak with perfect frankness. pledge
you my word I'm telling the truth
Dickg my boy, I want you to forgets
that I'm the district attorney and re-
member only that I'm an old friend
Of yours and of your fathers who is
trying very hard to help you. Surely
you can trust me. Now, Dick, tell me:
Who shot GriggsT'
'1 shot Griggs,'', said the young man.
Demarest realized that his plea had
failed, but he made an effort to take
the admission at It's face value.
'FWhyr' he demanded.
Because I thought he was a bur
glar."
'+Oh, I seer he said, in a tone OF
tie. Burke says you told him last
wife to come over to the house and
5oin you there. Is that right?"
yes"
Snow, tell me, Dick, just what did
happen, won't you7'i N
There was no reply, and, after a
little interval, the lawyer resumed his
questioning
did this burglar come into the
room?''
Dick nodded an assent
"And he attacked your
There came another nod OF anrma-
ton
'tAnd there was struggIe7s
Yes
'-And you shot him?''
Eyes.
Then. where did you get the revol-
ver2''
Dick started to answer without
thought:
why, 1 grabbed it, Then, the sig.
nificance of this crashed on his con-
scfousness, and he checked the words
trembling on his lips. 80" he said
with swift hostility in his voice, $50,
you're trying TO trap me, too! You.
H.
none of such friendship
But Burke would be no longer re-
strained.
t'You don't want to take US for fools,
young man. he said, and his big tones
rumbled harshly through the room. IF
you shot Griggs in mistake for a bur
glar why did you try to hide the fact?
Why did you pretend to me that you
and your wife were alone in the room
when you had that there with you, Ell?
Why didn't you call for help? Why
didn't you call for the police as any
honest man would naturally under
such circumstances? ?"
We're trying to save YOU the IA
ther pleaded TREMENDOUSLY.
Burke persisted in his vehement sys-
tenn of attack. Now, he again brought
out the weapon that had done Eddie
Griggs to death.
''Where'd you get this gun?' he
shouted.
'F won't talk any more,'' Dick an
swered simply. 81 must see my wife
first His voice became more aggres-
sive. 81 want to know what you've
done to her.
fDid she kin GriggsT Burke ques-
toned roughly.
Dick was startled out of his calm.
''No, nor he cried, desperately.
Then, who did?'' Burke demanded
sharply. ''Who did7'
ST won't say any more until Pve
talked with a lawyer whom 1 can
trust He shot a vtndictive glance
toward Demarest-