The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1914-02-05
CHAPTER XVII.

artist in her way. Then When he
learned that Edward Glider had ar
rived he ordered that the magnate and
the district attorney be admitted and
that the son also be sent mp from his
cell.
Its a bad business, SIR Burke said
with hearty sympathy to the shaken
father after the formal greetings that
followed the entrance OF the two men.
IT'S very bad business"
What does he say?'' Glider ques-
toned.
"Nothing!' Burke answered. THAT
is why I sent for you. 1 suppose Mr..
Demarest has made the situation plain
to you
eyes, he has explained it to me. It's
terrible position for my boy. But
you'll release him at once, won't you?"
81 can't" Burke replied reluctantly,
but biuntly. You ought not to expect
it, Mr.. Glider"
Inspector" the magnate cried bro
kenly, "you-don't mean
az mean. Mr.. Glider. that you've got
to make him talk. That's what want
you to do for all our sakes. Win your
''I'I do my best" the unhappy man
replied.
A minute later Dick, in charge of an
officer, was brought into the room.
He was pale, a little dtsheveled from
his hours in cell.
The father went forward quickly
and caught Dicks hands in a mighty
grip.
MY boyr" he murmured huski1y.
Then he made a great effort and con
trolled his emotion to some extent.
''The inspector tells me- he went on,
that you've refused to talk-to an
swer his questions.
THAT wasn't wise under the circum-
stances" the father demonstrated hur-
rfedly. However, now, Demarest and
l are here TO protect your interests. so
that you can talk freely. Now. Dick,
tell US. Who killed that man? We
must know. Tell me-"
Demarest went a step toward the
young man. "Dick, I don't want to
brighten you, but your position is real
~ dangerous. Your only chance is 70
speak with perfect frankness. pledge
you my word I'm telling the truth.
Dick. my boy, l want you to forget
that I'm the district attorney aud re-
member only that I'm an old friend
Of yours and of your fathers who is
trying very hard to help you. Surely
you can trust me. Now, Dick, tell me;
Who shot Griggaf''
II snot Gr1ggs," said the young man.
Demarest realized that his plea had
failed, but he made an effort to take
the admission at its face value.
ETyVhv2'' no demaD6ed
Because I thought he was a bur
glar."
"Ch, I seer he said. in tone of
conviction. "Now, let's go back lit
tie. Burke says you told him last
night that you had persuaded your
wife to come over to the house and
join you there. Is that right"
Eyes"
''Now, tell me, Dick. just what did
happen, won't your"
There was no reply, and, after a
little interval, the lawyer resumed his
questioning.
Did this burglar me into the
room?"
Dick nodded an assent.
"And he attacked your
There came another nod of af1rma-
ton.
"And there was a struggle?'
Eyes"
'And you shot him7"
yes"
Then, where did you get the revol-
verT'
Dick started to answer without
thought:
"Why, grabbed IT, Then, the sig
nifcance of this crashed on his con-
seriousness. and he checked the words
trembling on his lips. 49," he said
with swift hostility in his voice, so.
you're trying to trap me, too! You!
And you talk OF friendship. L want
none Of such friendship"
But Burke would be no longer re-
strained.
you don't want to take US for fools,
young man." be said. and his big tones
rumbled harshly through the room. III
you shot Griggs In mistake for a bur
glar 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, Ell!
Why didn't you call for help? Why
didn't you call for the police as any
honest man would naturally under
such circumstances?
We're trying to save you" the IA
Their pleaded TREMENDOUSLY.
Burke persisted in his vehement sEs-
tenn Of attack. Now, he again brought
out the weapon that had done Eddie
Griggs to death
"Where'd you get this gun?" he
shouted
'I won't talk any more" Dick an
swered simply. "I must see my wife
first" His ve&9 becam~ 1aGS ages
sive 81 want TO know what you've !
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