The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1914-01-15

came frantlcally.
Burke reiterated the accusation.
One Of you killed Grig"S. Which
one Of you did it, He srowlcd at
Dick. Did she kill him.
Il told you no"'
"Well then he clustered to the girl,
| did he kill him:'
The nod Of his head was toward
Dick. Then as she remained silent.
I'm talking to YOU he snapped.
did he kill him.
The reply came with soft distinct
ness that was like a crash Of destiny.
Yes"
Dick turned to his wife in rcproa CHI
! full amaZement.
'Mary!" he cried incrcdulOuSly.
you'll swear he killed him. Burke
asked briskly.
"Why not:" she responded lisllessly.
| At this intolerable assertion as he
deemed it Edward Glider sat rigidly
erect in his chair.
God" he cried despairingly. And
that's your vengeance.:'
Il don't want vengeance-now!" she
said.
But they'll try my boy for murder.
| the magnatc remonstra ted, distraught.
| "Oh, no. they can't" came the re
| joinder
/ "What's the reason we can't" Burke
stormed.
Because my husband merely killed
a burglar. He shot him in defense Of
his home
In his office next morning Inspector
Burke was fumin" over the failure
of his conspiracy. He had hoped
through this plot to vindicate his au-
thority. so sadly Haunted by Carson
and Mary Turner. Instead of this
much to be desired result from his
scheminS the outcome had been moth
ing less than disastrous.
Some one had murdered Gri"%S. the
stool pigeon. The murder could not 60
unpublished. The slayers identity must
be determined. TO the discovery of
this identity. the inspector was ut the
present moment dcvotinG himself by
adroit questioning Of Daccy and Chi
cago Red. who had been arrested in
one Of their accustomed haunts.
"COme across now" he admoniShcd
His voice rolled forth like that of a
bull of BaShan. He was on his feet,
facing the two thieves. His head was
thrust forward mcnaringIy. and his
| eyes were savage.
II don't know nothin'"' Chicago
Reds voice was between Il snarl and
whine ".\in't | been telling YOU that
| for over an hour
Burke gave Darey. who CHANGED to
sent the fellow staggering halfway
| across the room under its impetus.
"Daccy. how long have you been
out?"
"A week."
want to go back for another
stretch?'
God, no."
who shot Gri"gs:"
The reply was chorus from the
| two:
Il don't know-honest. don't"
In his eagerness Chicago Red moved
toward his questioner.
Honest to Gawd. don't know moth
in about i:!''
The inspectors fist shot out toward
Chicago Reds jaw The thief went
to his knees under the blow.
Now, get up-and talk" Rurke's
voice came with nnrepentant nOisiness
against the stricken man.
Cringingly Chicago Red obeyed as
far as the getting to his feet was con-
cerned. While he got slowly to his
feet he took care to keep ut respect
full distance from the official.
Cassidy entered the inspectors office
to announce the arrival of the district
attorney.
"Send i'm in" Burke directed. He
made a gesture toward the doorman
and added. Take em back!'
II came as soon as got your mes
sage" the district attorney said as he
seated himself in chair by the desk.
and I've sent word to Mr.. Glider
Now. then, Burke. let's have this thing
q1ickly:"
The inspectors explanation was con-
else:
Joe Carson Chicago Red and Dacey.
along with Griggs, broke into Edward
elders house last night. I knew the
trick was going to be pulled off, and so
planted Cassidy and couple of 9th
er men just outside the room where
the haul was to be made. Then went
away, and after something like half an
hour came back to make the arrests
myself. When broke into the room
found young Glider alone with that
Turner woman he married, and they
We're just talking together.
II found Griggs lying on the floor