The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1914-01-29

my.
nodded assent that's what I'm going
to do to Carson. He's got imagination,
that crook! The things he don't know
about are the things he's afraid Of.
After he gets in here, ! want you to
take his pals one after the other. and
lock them up in the cells there in the
corridor. The shades on the corridor
will see them taken in. The fact Of
their being there will set his imagina-
ton to working overtime, all right"
Burke reflected for a moment, and
then issued the final directions for the
execution of his latest plot.
when you get the buzzer from me,
you have young Glider and the Turner
woman sent in. Then. after while,
you'll get another buzzer When you
hear that. come right in here, and tell
me that the gang has squealed. III do
the rest Bring Carson here in just
five minutes. Tell Dan to come in
= As the. detective went out, e~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,
Dan,' be directed. Except mine and
one other-that one!' 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, Joe!' Burke exclaimed. with
seeming air Of careless friendliness.
as the detective went out, and Carson
stood motionless just within the door.
"Sit down a minute. won't your" 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. Els chin,
which was commonly very firm. moved
a little from uneasy twitchings Of his
lips Els clear eyes were slightly
clouded to look of apprehension as
they roved the room furtively. He
made no answer to the inspectors
greeting for a few moments, but re-
manned standing without movement,
poised alertly as 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 l 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?"
lie remarked cheerfully in his blapdest
voice.
Carson uttered an ejaculation Of dis
gust.
II don't have to be told" be retorted
hufily. 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."
lis that what they did to you. Joe?
III have to speak to Cassidy about
that. Now. just you sit down. Joe.
won't you? want to have little
talk with you. I'll be through here in
q 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 on 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 impressive figure Of the
man at the desk. Now the f0rgers
nervousness increased momentarily. 1t
swept beyond his control. OF sud-
den be sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector.
"Say." he said, in husky voice. I'D
like-I'd like to have lawyer"
whats the matter With yon, ]oe?'
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 hesitatingiy. Carson
went back to the chair. and sank down
on Il In limp attitude Of detection
wholly Inlike his customary postures