Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-20

strained. He had listened with in
creasing Impotence TO the diplomatic
efforts of the District Attorney. which
had ended in total rOut Now, he in
sisted on employing his own more
drastic, and, he believed, more effica-
cious. methods. He stood up, and
spoke in his most threatening man
ner.
A Severe Arrangement.
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 burglar, 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. eh2 Why
didn't you call for help? Why didn't
you call for the police, as any honest
man would naturally under such cir
curmstances ?'
The arraignment was severely log
ical. Dick showed his appreciation
Of the justice of it in the whitening
Of his face, nor did he try to answer
the charges thus hurled at him.
The father, too. appreciated the
gravity of the situation. His face
was working. as if toward tears.
We're trying to save YOU" ne
pleaded, TREMENDOUSLY.
Burke persisted in his vehement
system of attack. Now, he again
brought out the weapon that had done
Eddie Grlggs to death.
'Where'd you get this gun?" he
shouted
Dick held his tranquil pose.
Il won't talk any more" he an
swered, simply. Il must see my wife
first" His voice became more ag-
gressive. Il want to know what
you've done to her"
Burke seized on this opening.
Did she kill Griggs?' he ques-
toned, roughly.
mo, no!' ne cried. desperately.
Burke followed up his advantage.
Then, who did?" he demanded,
sharply. "Who did?"
Now, however, the young man had
regained his self control. He an
swered very quietly. but with an air
of finalit;y
Il won't say any more until I've
| talked with lawyer whom I can
| trust He shot a vindictive glance
toward Demarest
The father interviewed with a pit
eous eagerness.
You Must Speak.
Dick. If you know who killed this
man, you must speak to protect your
self"
Burke's voice came viciously.
THE gun was found on you. Don't
forget that"
You don't seem to realize the po-
sition you're in" the father insisted,
despairingly. Think of me, Dick, my
boy. If you won't speak for your own
sake, do it for mine"
The face Of the young man softened
as he met his fathers beseeching
] eyes.
Z I'm sorry, dad" he said, very gent
| ly. But well can't"
Again, Burke interposed His busy
| brain was working out a new scheme
| for solving this irritating problem.
| I'm going to give him a little more
/ time to think things ver," he said,
/ CURLY. He went back to his chair.
Perhaps he'll get to understand the
/ importance Of what we've been say
ing pretty soon" He scowled at
Dick
Now. young man." he went on
! briskly, you want to do a lot of quick
| thinking, and a lot of honest thinking.
| and, when you're ready to tell the
/ truth, let me know"
He pressed the button on his desk,
| and, as the doorman appeared adj
| dressed that functionary.
Dan, have one of the men take
| him back. You wait outside"
Dick, however did not move. His
voice came with a note of determine
| ton.
81 want to know about my wife.
| Where is she2"
Burke disregarded the question as
completely as if it had not been ut
tered and went on speaking to the
| doorman with a suggestion in his
words that was effective.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.