The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1913-10-28

spector, and answered without the
least trace of fear, but the firmness
of knowledge:
"Oh. no, he hasn'tP'
whats the reason he hasn'tT'
Burke roared out wrathfully.
Because he didn't do it,
''Well, he says he did itI''
Mary, in her turn, resorted to a bit
of finesse, in order to learn whether
or not Carson had been arrested.
'But how could he have done it,
when he went she began
Where did he go?'
'FYou ought to know, since you have
arrested him, and he has confessed"
Burke was frantic over being worst
ed thus. To gain a diversion, he re-
verified to his familiar bullying tactics.
e '.Who shot Griggs?'' he shouted
MY husband shot a burglar Mary
said languidly. was his name Griggs?''
~Oh, you know better than that
Burke declared, truculently. You see,
we've traced the Maxim silencer Gar
son himself bought it up in Hartford
For the first time, Mary was caught
of her guard
'sBut he told me- she began, then
checked herself.
.iwhat did he tell you ~ Burke ques-
toned
He told me that he had never seen
one Surely, If he had had anything
of the sort, he would have shown it
to me-"
Burke pressed the button on the
desk, and when the doorman appeared,
ordered that the prisoner be returned
to her. cell
at suppose Mary said, s'that it's
useless for me to claim my constit---
Il -
lawyer?"
YES" Burke agreed, you've guessed
it right, the first time
s Cassidy came hurrying in with grin
of satisfaction on his stolid face.
Say, chief the detective said with
animation, we've got Carson"
Burke asked Glider and the district
attorney to withdraw, while he should
have a private conversation with the
prisoner.
Now" he said when they were alone
/ together. I'm going to be your friend
"Are your Mary's tone was nom
eommfttaI.
~Yes,s Burke declared, heartily
and I mean it! Give up the truth
about y6unE Glider. I know he shot 4
Griggs, of course. But I'm not taking
any stock in that burglar story-not
What was really back OF the killing?
was ne Jealous of Griggs? Well, that's
what he might do then He's always
been a worthless young cub. A rotten
deal Ike this would be about his gait,
1 guess. Tell me, now, why did he
shoot Eddie GriggsY
There was coarseness a-p1enty in the
Inspectors pretense, but it possessed
a solitary fundamental virtue; it play
ed on the heart Of the woman whom he
questioned, aroused it to wrath in de-
tense of her mate. In a second, all
poise fed from this girl whose soul
was bIossoning in the bHest realization
that a man loved her purely, unseIfish-
IL. Her words came stumbling in their
haste
HE didn't kill hinI He didn't kill
hfnr' she fairly Kissed. "Why, he's
the most wonderful man in the world.
You shan't hurt himi Nobody shall
hurt him. III fight to the end of my
life for Dick Gilderl''
Burke was beaming Joyously.
well, that's just what I thought y
hefsaid, with SNUG content. ~And now,
then. who did shoot GHggs? We've
got every one of the gang. They
all crooks. See here he went on,
with a sudden. change to the respectful
fresh? III give you every chance in
the world I'm dead on the level with
you this time"
BY now Mary had herself well in
hand again vastly ashamed of the
short period of self betrayal caused by
the officials artifice against her heart
AS she listened to the inspectors as
surances, the hooking expression of
her face was not encouraging to that
astute Individual, but he persevered
manfully.
''Just you watt he went on cheer
fully, land I'll prove to you that I'm
{ on the level about this, that I'm really
your friend. There was letter came
for you to your apartment My men
brought it down to me. I've read it
Here it is. I'll read it to your
He picked up an envelope, which had
been lying on the desk, and drew out
the single sheet of paper it contained.
Mary watched him, wondering much
more than her expression revealed over
this new development. Then, as she
listened, quick interest touched her
features to a new life.
This was the letter:
I can't go without telling you how sor-
~ 1 am. There. won't never be a time |
that I won't remember it was me got you
sent up; that you did time in my place. |
i gong forgive myself ever ana L
swear I'm going straight always Your
true friend HELEN MORRIS.
For once, Burke showed a certain
delicacy. When he had finished the
reading, he said nothing for a long
minute
AIary's eyes were luminous in the |
Joy of the realization that for her, after
ell, rehabilitation ElIs-st BE N a mea- |
cure possible, though nothing could !
ever repay the degradation of years |
infinitely worse than lost.
Burke's harsh voice, cadenced to a |
singular sympathy, broke in on her
rever1e of pleasure and of pain.
You knew this?' he inquired.
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