Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-09-30

went blind drunk and beat In the bad
OF that boy--you did your duty In his
case, like little man. That's how IL
comes Leruy's Twin on Staten Island
this day, without once seem the IA.
side Of q states prison. Talk to me-
Fabout duty"
Look here" said MCGEE. you
can't bluff me-"
II know can't" said Rosalts. IN.
you can't me, either"
| Come, out with It then--what have
you done and why did you do IT,
J "As for what I've DONE" said Roe.
lie. "tellin' you would be spoilin' II.
Why did I do IT. I've answered that.
I couldn't trust you or any man alive
to let that poor boy on. Apoplexy!
You snorted when his sister said II,
an you'd be snortin' now II You had
him here in front of you. They'd
laugh him out of court on such plea.
They'd laugh him to the chair. I've
saved you tho necessity Of KILN IN
innocent man. An l ought to be
thanked, not kicked"
You'll get worse" Said Martin Nc
Gee: you'll 90 up-that's what VIII
happen to you!"
"Now viii l." Knocked Rosal1s, break.
Ing out her dimples, fullblazcn. for
the first time In two days. What an
awful trick on q lady! Especially
when you'll have to do It yourself
You're the only witness--the only
person who knows that promfsed TO
deliver Estrilla. You're the only Per.
son that's heard me confess let him
get away. SO you'll be put on the VIZ.
nessstand, an then I'll be put on the
stand An I'll testify how the New
York police were bafYled with the real
criminals passin' right under their
noses twenty ttmss a day. an how .
poor boardin' house keeper that used
to be madium-jest plain. good old
soul-took hairpin an thimbiefll
Of common sense an got confession,
an made you all fools. My lAwyer'n
get It in; an II he don't, the papers
VIII, because I'll tell 'em. I'll be IS
home in my cell to every reporter n
New York. There's lot OF 'em
would like It right now. But OF
course" she added, flashing her dim
pies, II won't try to bluh you. No. IN
deed. You can't be blurred.
Marty Mc2ee," she added, let's
ut down to cases. You can't do .
thing to me that1l help your position
at eli. I'll 90 to jail for life an never
tell where Juan Perez has gone. But
II you'll listen, I'll show you just how
to fix this without trouble for any
body
Inspector MCGEE was now playing
with a flexible paperknifs, his down
cast eyes fixed upon It as he twisted
1t back and forth.
How" he asked in . voice from
which the buster had gone. Nothing
could have better proved the logic IN
Rosalies combination of womenwit
and common sense.
Rosalie established herself cam
fortably in her chair.
1 well, It's funny thing for 10 TO
do-you an me-tell the truth. Not
quite the truth, either: the truth fixed
up a little, which IL tho best kind cf,a
4 lie that Is. Give out what happened-
but say your own smartness cleared
up the case, not mine. Get Or. Cleafy
4 to certify that he found apopiexy ct q
more careful autopsy, made after the
1 Coroner's inquest. but that he sup.
pressed the report at the request Sof
the police. You can force him to do
that to save his skin; his work 10
gittin' careless enough SOS one more
slip would make his political hackers
drop him. Say the theory that man
! died OF apoplexy, just when knife
was held at his breast ready for him
! to fall on It, was SO strange an un.
usual that you couldn't believe It In
the beginnin'. So you held Lawrence
Wade until you made sure. Say you
SUSPECTED Miss Estri1la-Miss Perez
from the first, an learnin' that she was
superstitious, had her worked by Z 20.
lice stoolpigeon who played at bein'
a professional medium. Say your
men listened to the seances. an broke
lin at the end an pulled the whole
story out of her. An II that amt
awful near the truth, I never made up
a lie that was"
II fall to see how that excuses Us TOR
Letting rilla-Perez-go said IN.
spector MCGEE, with stir Of sarcasm.
"That point" said Resale, is the
best thing I'VE thought out--the very
best. Up to the confession-thats
our story-you hadn't the least idea
but Miss Estrilla done It all herself.
wed never thought about their
chanxin' clothes An when you got
the confession, you sent out to arrest
him. but he was gone probably tip
ped OF somehow. How, search me!
4 I haven't thought ont q good lie there.
Maybe you'll have to invent that your
i self. Otherwise It'll just be one OF
the mysteries of the New York Police
department. Reprimand you! Why
they'll give you medals"
i MCGEE still looked down at the
paper knife.
"That amt ALL" he said; you fooled
me, that's what you did. You made 2
fool out of me-"
I At this Resale fred. A light came
Into her eyes that rolled ten years
from her age-the light Of anger. q
4 color came into her cheeks that took
or another ten-the pink OF contempt.
make fool Of you, Martin McGee!
! only make fool Of one person.
4 That's me, Resale LIE Grange. Who
took all the risks in this job? You?
mot a bit OF it! Me, Rosalie. And
Z what's more, Martin"--she paused and
gulped; and something came into her
y face that reduced her to a girl-WhO