The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1914-02-12
XVII.
Tho Trap That Failed.

or The door under the escort
n of Cassidy. Burke bowed gal
lantly to her 1.-the back and
blew a kiss from his thick finger tips
In hooking reverence for her as an
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 up from his
cell.
"It's 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
Its a very bad business"
what does he sayT Glider cues
toned.
"Nothingv' Burke answered. "That
Is why l sent for you. l suppose Mr.
Demarest has made the situation plain
to you"
Eyes. he has explained 1t to me. It's
a terrible position for my boy. But
you'll release him at once, won't your"
81 can't" Burke replied reluctantly.
but bluntly. You ought not to expect
1t, Mr.. Glider"
Inspector" the magnate cried bro
kenly. 'you-don't mean
81 mean. Mr.. Glider. that you've got
to make him talk. That's what l want
you to do for all our sakes. Will your"
"IIl 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 disheveled from
his hours In a cell.
The father went forward quickly
and caught Dicks hands In a mighty
grip.
my boy!' he murmured huskily.
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-
riedly. 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
ly dangerous. Your only chance is to
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 and 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 a trust me. Now, Dick, tell me-:
Who shot GriggsT
81 shot Griggs," said the young man.
Demarest realized that his plea had
failed, but he made an effort to take
the admission at It's face value.
"Why q he demanded.
Because ! thought be was a bur-
glar."
'Oh, | see!" he said. In a tone Of
conviction. "Now. let's go back a 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?"
"Yes."
"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.
Ibid this burglar come into the
roomT
Dick nodded an assent.
"And he attacked your"
There came another nod Of afirma-
ton.
"And there was a struggle?"
"Yes."
"And you shot him"
Eyes"
Then. where did you get the revolt
ver?"
Dick started to answer without
thought:
"Why. I grabbed it, Then, the sig.
niicance Of this crashed on his con-
seriousness. and he checked the words
trembling on his lips. 80" 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"
Rut Rurke would ho M Ionuor r.