The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-07-09

once. ....
We'll have the confession In due
FORM" he remarked, gazing pleasedly
on the three before him.
He's not going to confess Mary
insisted. with spirit.
But Burke disregarded her complete
ly. and spoke mechanically to Carson
the formal warning required by the
law.
You are hereby cautioned that any
thing you say may be used against
you" Then. as the stenographer en-
tered. he went on with lively interest.
Nov, Joe!'
Yet once again. Mary protested. a
little wildly.
Don't speak. Joe! Don't say word
till we can get a lawyer for your
The man met her pleading eyes
steadily. and shook his head in refusal
Its no use, my GIRL" Burke broke
in harshly. II told you I'D get you.
I'm going to try you and Carson, and
the whole gang for murder-yes, every
one of you. And you. Glider" he con-
tinued lowering on the young man
who had defied him so obstinately,
you'll go to the house Of detention
as a material witness" He turned his
gaze to Carson again, and spoke au-
thoritatively: Come on now, Joe!'
Carson went a step toward the desk
and spoke decisively.
IF come through, you'll let her
go-and him?' he added as an after
thought, with a nod toward Dick Gill
der.
well get the best lawyers in the
country Mary persisted desperately.
We'll save you, Joe-we'll save you!"
Carson regarded the distraught girl
with wistful eyes. But there was no
trace of yielding in his voice as he
replied, though he spoke very sorrow
fully.
mo, you can't help me-" he said sim
ply. my time has come. Mary. And
I can save you lot Of trouble"
He's right there" Burke calculated.
We've got him cold. So, what's the
use Of dragging you two into it?"
"Then they go clear?" Carson ex-
claimed, eagerly. '"They amt even to
be called as witnesses?"
you're on!' Burke agreed.
'"rhen. here goes!' Carson cried. and
he looked expectantly toward the
stenographer.
"My name is Joe Carson"
"Alias?" Burke suggested.
"Alias nothing!' came the sharp re-
tort. ''Garson's my monaker. shot
English Eddie, because he was a
skunk and stool pigeon, and he got
just what was coming to him." Vitu-
peration beyond the mere words beat
In his voice now.
"Now, now!" Burke objected, severe
~. 1--WE can't take a confession like
that"
Carson shook his head-spoke with
fiercer hatred.
because he was a skunk and a
stool pigeon" he repeated. "Have you
got it?" And then, as the stenograph-
err nodded assent, he went on, less vio-
lently: II croaked him just as he was
going to call The bulls with police
whistle. l used gun with smokeless
powder. 1t had Maxim silencer on
it, so that it didn't make any noise"
Carson paused, and the set despair
of his features lightened q little. Into
his voice came a tone Of exlltation in
describably CHASTITY. 1t was born of
the eternal egotism of the criminal. fat
tening vanity in gloating over his in
genuity for evil. He stared at Burke
with quizzical grin crooking his lips.
Say" he exclaimed, "l'll bet it's the
first time guy was ever croaked with
one of them things Amt it,"
The inspector nodded affirmation.
"Some class to that, eh?" Carson de-
manded, still with that grewsome air
of Boosting. II got the gun and the
Maxim slencer thing off fence In
Boston," he explained. Say, that
thing cost me $50, and it's worth every
cent OF the money. Why, they'll re
member me as the first to spring one
of them things, won't they?"
"They sure will, Joev' the inspector
conceded.
"Nobody knew had it," Carson con-
tinued, dropping his braggart manner
abruptly.
At the words, Mary started, and her
lips moved as if she were about to
speak.