New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-03-11


AS the detective went out. the door
man entered, and thereat Burke pro-
ceeded with the further instructions
necessary to the carrying out of his
scheme.
"Take the chairs out of the office,
Dam" he directed. except mine and
one other-that onew He indicated a
chair standing little way from one
end of his desk. Now. have all the
shades up He chuckled as he added:
THAT Turner woman saved you the
trouble with one"
He returned to his chair, and when
the door opened he was to all appear
ances busily engaged in writing.
Here's Carson. chief" Cassidy an
nounced.
Hello. .Joer' Burke exclaimed. with
a seeming air of careless friendliness.
as the detective went out. and Carson
stood motionless just within the door.
sit down. a minute. won't you?" the
inspector continued affably. He did
not look up from his writing as he
spoke
Garson's usually strong face was
showing weak with fear. His chin.
which was commonly very firm. moved
little from uneasy twitchings Of his
lips. His clear eyes were Slightly
clouded to a look Of apprehension as
they roved the room furtively. He
made no answer to the inspectors
greeting for few moments. but re-
manned standing without movement.
poised alertly us if sensing some con-
cealed peril. Finally. however, his
anxiety found expression in. words
His tone was pregnant with alarm.
though he strove to make it merely
complaining.
Say, what am arrested for?" he
protested. II amt done anything
Burke did not look up. and his pen
continued to hurry over the paper
"Who told you you were arrested?"
he remarked cheerfully in his blandest
voice.
+ Carson uttered an ejaculation of dis
gust
Il don't have to be told,' he retorted
huftily I'm no college president. but
when cop grabs me and brings me
down here I've got sense enough to
know I'm .pinched''
''Is that what they did to you, Joe:
I'll have to speak to Cassidy about,
that. Now. just you sit down, Joe.
won't you? | want to have a little
talk with you. I'll be through here in
second He went on with the writ
ing.
Carson moved forward slightly to
the single chair near the end of the
desk and there seated himself mechan
ically. His face thus was turned to
ward the windows that gave Oh the
corridor, and his eyes grew yet more
clouded as they rested on the grim
doors of the cells. He writhed in his
chair, and his gaze jumped from the
cells to the impassive figure OK the
man at the desk. Now the forger's
nerv BUSINESS increased momentarily It
swept beyond his; control Of a sud
den he sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector t..: 80, Z =, :
Say" he said, in a husky voice, I'D
like-I'd like to have a lawyer y;
whats the matter with you. Joe?"
the inspector returned, always with
that imperturbable air, and without
raising his head from the work that
50 engrossed his attention. "You
know, you're not arrested. Joe. Maybe
you never will be-. Now, for the love
of Mike. keep still and let me finish
this letter."
Slowly, very hesitatingly, Carson
went back to the chair. and sank down
on it in limp attitude Of detection
wholly unlike his customary postures
of strength. Again. his fear fascinated
eyes went to the row OF cells that stood
silently menacing on the other side Of
the corridor beyond the windows. His
face was tinged with gray. A physical
sickness was creeping stealthily or
him, as his thoughts held mistakenly
to the catastrophe that threatened. His
intelligence was too keen to permit
belief that Burke's manner of almost
fulsome kindness bid nothing omin-
ous-ominOus with a hint of death for
him in return for the death he had
wrought
Then. terror crystalliZed. His eyes
were caught. by Il figure. the figure of
Cassidy. advancing there in the cor
ridor. And with the detective went a
man swhose gait was sinking. craven.
A cell door swung open, the prisoner
stepped within. the door changed to.
the bolts shot into their sockets noisily
Carson sat huddled, stricken-for he
had recognized the victim thrust into
the cell before his eyes. 1t was Dacey,
one Of his own cronies in crime
Dacey. who. the night before, had seen
him kill eddie Griggs. There was
something concretely sinister to Car
son in this fact of Dacey's presence
there in the cell
/ OF g sudden the forger cried out rau.
| cously:
Say. inspector. if you've got any
thing on me. IL would The cry