The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-03-17

.eF7er motive. replied the professor. ~aoes her great credit. For several years her father, Henry Thornhi1I, has been forced through illness to leave the management of the railways af- fairs to his vice president, Hayden Late yesterday the old man heard of this proposed bribe-on his sick bed. He was very nearly insane at the thought of the disgrace it would bring upon him. He tried to rise himself and prevent the passing of the pack age. His daughter, brave, loyal girl, herself uHs1ertook the task"
 seThen," said MT. Magee, Miss Thornhiu is not distressed at the loss of the most important evidence in the case"
 q have explained the matter to her," returned Professor Bolton. "There is no chance whatever that her fathers name will be implicated
 Did Miss Thornhin and Kendrick meet for the first time4 after his exile upstairs-in No. 7?" MT. Magee wanted to know.
 ssYes,'' answered Professor Bolton .sIn one of his letters long ago Hayden told Kendrick he was engaged to the girl. It was the last letter KendEick' received from him.
 There was a pause.
 saThe important point now,s the old man went on ''is the identity of this girl to whom you have made your princely gift out of the goodness of your young heart propose to speak to the woman she has introduced as her mother and elicit what information can.''
 He crossed the floor, followed by MT. Magee, and stood by the woman's chair. She looked up. her eyes heavy with sleep, her appearance more taw dry than ever in that faint light.
 Madam, remarked the professor, with the air of a judge trying a case, your daughter has tonight made her : escape from this place with large sum of money earnestly desired by the prosecuting attorney of Reuton county. In the name of the law I command you to tell me her destination and what she proposes to do with that package of greenbaeks." s
 The woman blinked stupidly in the dusk.
 ssShe ain't my daughter. she replied, and MT. Magee's heart Ieaped up. tI can tell you that much. I keep a 
 the girl you speak about-has been my me up here as sort of ctaperon, though don't see as Pm old enough for that yet. You don't get nothing else out of me. except that she is a perfectly lovely young woman, and your money couldn't be safer with the president of the United States
 Mr. Magee could have embraced this faded woman for her news. He look ed at his watch. It was 1920.
 .sThe siege is overy' he dried. sT shall not attempt to direct your actions any longer. MT. Peters, will you please go down to the village and bring back MT. Quimby and-the coroner?"
 ssThe coroneri' The mayor of Reu- ton jumped to his feet. q don't want to be in on any inquest scene. Come on, Max, let's get out of here" Bland stood up. His face was white and worried. His gay pIumage no longer set the tone for his mood.
 "I think I'll go, too,'' he announced. looking hopefully at Magee.
 I'm no longer your jailer," Magee said. Professor, these gentlemen are tain them? ?'
 see AGT0, C1I00 LL1G A1<yOE dneSE1Ayi 'sthere ain't no question but that you can find me in Reuton any time you want me at the little room on Main street Anybody can tell you my hours. The doors always open to any i reformer that has the nerve to cliInt l the stairs. Look me up there. Fl make it interesting for you.''
 "I certainly shall" the professor re piled, ssand very soon. Until then yOJ may go when and where you please" i 'Thanksi'' sneered the mayor. 'sP1 expect you. I'll be ready. I've had tt get ready to answer your kind before i You think you got me, eh? Well you're a fool to think that As fol Drayton, the pup, the yellow streaket | pup, Ill talk to MT. Drayton when l get back to Reuton.'
 Before you go, Bland,'' remarked Magee, smiling, q want to ask abou Arabella. Where did you get herr"
 Some of it happened to friend O l mfne,'' the ex-haberdasher answered "a friend that keeps a clothing store l got this suit there. changed tn story here and there. :"
 MT. Magee laughed, but over tn long lean face of Bland not the gnos of smile fitted He was frightene. through and through.
 You're a fine bunch,'' sneered Nil | Max. Performers, eh? We'll, youY get what the rest of 'em always got We'll tie you up in knots and leav you on the doorstep of some orphal asylum before we're through wit | you.''
 Come on, Eou,', said Cargan. e3Dray toms a smart guy, Doc. Where's hi proof? Eloped with the bundle of dr goods this young mans taken a fanc to. And even if he had the money I've been up against this many a time
 You're wasting your talents, Doc
 Good highti Come on, boys"
 MT. Magee turned back from tn
 window to the dim interior of the ht I fal office He who had come fa RAIG