The Kennewick courier. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1905-1914, 1913-12-19
the Law
Say. Inspector he began.

ooi uptiy, ne was silent. his
mouth still open to utter the words
that were now held back by horror.
again. he saw the detective walking
forward. out there in the corridor And
with him. as before, was a second fig
ure. which advanced slinkingly.
Again the door swung wide. the pris-
oner slipped within. the door Changed
smut, the bolts clattered noisily into
their sockets.
And. in the watcher. terror grew
for he had seen the face of Cbicaeo
Red another of his pals, another who
mad seen him .kill Griggs. At last he
licked his dry lips. and his voice broke
In throaty whisper.
Say. inspector. If you've got any,
thing against me. Why
who said there was ANYTHING
against you. Joe?" Burke rejoined. in
voice that was genially Gliding.
WHAT'S the matter with you today,
Joe! You seem nervous" Still, the
official kept on with his writing.
mo. l amt nervous" Carson cried.
with feverish effort to appear calm.
why, what makes you think that?
But this amt exactly the place you'd
pick out as pleasant one to spend the
morning." He was silent for a little.
trying with all his strength to regain
his self control. but with small success.
Burke believed that his opportunity
was come. His hand slipped into the
pocket where was the pistol, and
clutched 1t. He stared at Carson
fercely. and spoke with a rush of the
words:
why did you kill Eddie Griggs?"
II didn't kill him!' The reply was
quick enough. but it came weakly.
Again. Carson was forced to wet his
lips with dry tongue, and to swallow
painfully. II tell you, l didn't kill
him!' he repeated at last. with more
force.
"You killed him last night-with
this!" Burke cried, viciously. On the
instant. the pistol leaped into view.
pointed straight at Carson. ''WhyT
the inspector shouted. Come on. now!
WhyY
Il didn't l tell your Carson was
growing stronger. since at last the
crisis was upon him. He got to his
feet with 1.-THE swiftness Of movement
and sprang close to the desk. He bent
his head forward challengingly. to meet
the glare of his accuser's eyes.
There passed many seconds, while
the two men battled in silence, will
warning against will. In the end it
was the murderer who triumphed.
Suddenly. Burke dropped the pistol
into his pocket. and lolled back in his
chair. His gaze fell away from the
man confronting him. In the same in
slant. the rigidity of Garson's form
relaxed. and he Strengthened slowly.
"Oh. WE'LL" Burke exclaimed ami
ably. Il didn't really think you did, but
! wasn't sure. so | had to take a
chance. You understand. don't you.
Joe?"
"Sure. l understand" Carson replied,
with an amiability equal to the fnspec-
tors own.
Burke pressed the buyer as the
agreed signal to Cassidy. Where did
you say Mary Turner was last night?'
At the question. all GarsOn's fears
for the woman rushed back on him
with appalling force.
81 don't know where she was" he ex-
claimed doubtfully. He realized his
blunder even as the words left his lips.
and sought to correct it as best he
might. "Why. yes. | do. too" he went
ON. as If assaulted by sudden memory.
II dropped into her place kind Of
headache. l guess. Yes. she was home.
of course. She didn't go out of the
house all night" His insistence on the
point was of itself suspicious. but
eagerness to protect her dulled his
wits.
Know anything about GilderY'
Burke demanded.
mot a thing" was the earnest an
swer.
The inner door opened. and Mary
Turner entered the office. Carson with
difficulty suppressed the cry of distress
THAT IOS0 " lpS. VI q AO" INV
ments the silence was unbroken. Then
presently Burke by gesture directed
the girl to advance toward the center
of the room. AS she obeyed he himself
went a little toward the door, and
when it opened again and Dick Glider
appeared he interposed to check the
young mans rush forward as his gaze
fell on his bride. who stood regarding
him with sad eyes.
Then, while still that curious. dy-
manic silence endured. Cassidy came
briskly into the Office.
Say. chief the detective said rap
idly, They've squealed."
''Squealed, eh? Do they tell the
same story?" And then when the de-
tective had answered in the aftirma-
tive he went on speaking in tones pom
derous with self complacency.
81 was right, then, after albright all
the time Good enough" OF sudden
his voice doomed somberly. Mary
Turner. want you for the murder
Of
Garson's rush halted the sentence.
He had leaped forward. His face was
rigid He broke on the inspectors