The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-02-26
CHAPTER XVIII,
The Co~nfession-

X ana ordered the QOOrman 70
u send in Cassidy. When the de
tective appeared he asked:
docs Carson know we've arrested
the Turner girl and young GilderT'
And. when he had been answered in
the negative: "Or that we've got Chi
cago Red and Dacey here?"
NO" Cassidy replied. "He hasn't
been spoken to since we made the COL
lar. He seems worried" the detective
volunteered.
Hell be more worried before l get
through with himv' he growled. He
regarded Cassidy s~peculatively. "Do
you remember the third degree In
spector Burns worked on McGloin?
Well" he went on. as the detective
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
windows here will be up, and Carson
will see them taken in. The fact Of
their being there will set his magma
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 a while,
you'll get another buzzer. When you
hear that, come right in here, and tell
me that the gang has squealed. I'll do
the rest. Bring Carson here in just
five minutes. Tell Dan to come in"
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,
DAN" he directed. Except mine and
one other-that onew He indicated a
chair standing a 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. joel" Burke exclaimed. With
q 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.
G~arson's usually strong face was
showing weak with fear. His chin,
which was commonly very firm. moved
a little from uneasy twitchings Of his
lips. His clear eyes were slightly
clouded to a look Of apprehension as
they roved the room f%urtively. He
made no answer to the inspectors
greeting for a few moments, but re-
manned standing without movement.
poised alertly as if sensing some o II
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
hufily. I'm no college president, but
when a cop grabs me and brings me
down here I've got sense enough to
know I'm pinched."
rs 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? l want to have a little
talk with you. I'll be through here in
q second" He went on with the writ
ing.
1dTSOu ulONeu tOT"dIu Slightly W
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 ore
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 Of the
man at the desk. Now the forger's
nervousness increased momentarily. Ii
swept beyond his control. or a sud
den he sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector.
Say" he said. in a husky voice. I'D
like-Id like to have a lawyer"
whats the matter with you. Joe?'
the inspector returned. always with
that imperturbabl bic air. and without
raising his head from the work that
so engrosspd his attention "YOu
know. you're not arrested. Joe. Maybe
you. never will be. Now for the love