Newport daily independent. (Newport, Ark.) 1901-1929, 1913-09-11

Fiercely he wheeled on the woman.
DO you see what he has done? He
has given up all-he has killed him.
self! He says Whalen is innocent
and doesn't even know upon whom to
fasten suspicion! Don't you--my God,
woman-can't you see?"
Slowly the situation was borne In
upon her understanding. Her mouth
opened with a gasp, her eyes widened.
why" she said, jerking her words
from choking throat. "He knows
who did it. l told him. 1t was-me."
The door latch clicked behind her.
She turned in the direction whence
came the sound and repeated, as IL
the interrupter contradicted her:
yes, did it. / killed Brokoski."
Her strength failed her. She sobbe6
convulsively.
did-it," she repeated 'T
-did-it"
Gilman stared in wonder. Here,
then, was the person who had stood
in the alley beneath the window that
night, whose footprints would have led
him to the solution of his mystery, to
the end of his clever chain. The prob
lem of her motive for Staying Brokoski
alone remained. He longed to ask her,
but she had collapsed unconscious in
her chair. Turning to the governor he
implored light. A word informed him
of the accidental killing of Brokoskf
by jealous woman who was trying
to shoot his vis-a-vis. Then he do
manded in tones reproachful:
why did you not tell me this?"
Because" the man quietly respond
ed. II do not war on women"
The door whose latch had clicked
had opened wide. and William Handy
entered, smiling
Governor Chatham was asserting pa.
pers on his desk, as man would
whose routine work had received a
trifling interruption. Handy remained
on his feet.
John" he said, John, | take OF
my hat to you. | admire your nerve.
| recognized it years ago, that day
YOU presided over our convention in
the old seventh district-remember
the day you turned me down so hard.
| htHlGlHDeT!
The governor smiled.
eyes, john" he persisted you're
hell of good fellow, but" he added.
you're damn poor politician"
There was the faintest shadow OF a
smile on the governors face. Handy
closed his eyes until they were the
merest Sits. He puffed his cigar back
to life.
His head was wrapped in scarfs Of
smoke.
when does the grand jury STIR
he inquired, after time.
mot till the December term"
I'VE can have special one impanr
eled. I'll have Donnelly call it."
The governor looked at Handy.
william" he said, you might as we'll
understand now, that that would be-
wholly useless. / am convinced Of
Whalen's innocence absolutely, beyond
all doubt, but it will be impossible to
get jury to convict the one who did
kill BrokosEi on such evidence as
convinced me-"
But she confesses," urged Handy.
"To whom"
'To you"
Exactly. But what If that confess
| sion be privileged communication? 2"
Handy looked up in amazement.
"You don't mean you wouldn't testi-
fy?"
The governors countenance lost its
legal expression, and became suddenly
human. If Handy had been a thinner
man he would have jumped when the
governor said:
"Do you think would send wom-
an to the penitentiary to elect myself
governor"
Are you sure confessions to gov
ernor are privileges?" inquired Handy.
who was adhering to practical things.
The governors face put on it's legal
mask again, and he replied:
"Well, the question is unsettled"
"Who presides in the criminal court
this winter?" inquired Handy, "any Of
our fellows?" Handy's whole philoso.
ply of life was pull. The governor
resumed, without answering:
"The question has never been decid-
ed. Mr. Chief Justice Marshall, upon
the trial of Aaron Burr, ruled, If re-
member, that a subpoena duces tecum
might be issued to the president for a
letter addressed to him, leaving the
question of the production of the let
ter"
ooh, say, john" broke in Handy.
"Burr's- dead, isn't he? And he wasn't
good fellow anyway, or he'd never
got in that far. Go on with your legal
ities-I myself do not propose to go to
Jail for contempt for refusing to testi-
fy."
"You?"
EYES, me-"
"What have you to do with it?"
"Oh, nothing much" said Handy,