The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-02-20

which wan commonly very firm. moved
a little from, uneasy twitchingS Of his
tips. His clear eyes werU slightly
clouded to n look Of apprehension as
they roved the r,om furtively. He
made no answer to the inspectors
greeting for n few moments. but re-
mained standing without movement.
poised alertly rs II sensing some ron
cealed peril Finally. however. bis
anxiety found expression In words.
His tone was pregnant With alarm.
though he strove to make 1t merely
complaining.
Say. what AIN ! arrested forT' he
protested. ~ amt done anything.
Burke did not look up. and his zen
continued to hurry owe the paper.
"Who told you you were arrestedy'
he remarked cheerfully In bis blandsst
voice.
Carson uttered an ejaculation sf di%
gust.
Il don't have to b tod" he retorted
Auflly. "T'm no college president. but
when a cop grabs me and brings me
down here T've got n enough to
know I'm pinched."
lis that what they did to you. ice!
III have to speak to Cassidy about
that. Now. just you cit down. Joe.
won't you? want to have . little
talk with you. I'll b 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 az they rested on the grim
doors Of the cells. He writhed In his
chair. and his gaze jumped from the
cells to the impdssive figure Of the
man at the desk. Now the fOrKers
nervousness Increased momentarily. 1t
swept beyond his control. OF y sud
den he sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector.
Say" he said. in a husky voice. I'D
like-I'd like to have a lawyer"
what's the matter with you. Joe?"
the inspector returned. always with
that imperturbable air. and without
raising his head from the work that
70 engrossed his attention You
know. you're not arrested. Joe Maybe
you neve will be. Now. for the love
Of Mike. keep still and let the finish
this letter"
Slowly. very hexitatingIy. Carson
went back to the chair. and sank down
on It in a limp attitude Of detection
wholly unlike his customary pastures
Of strength. Again. his fear fascinated
eyes went to the row Of cells that stond
silently menacing on the other side of
the corridor beyond the windows His
face was tinGed with gray. A physical
sickness was creeping stealthily on
him. as his thoughts held insistently
to the catastrophe that threatened. His
intelligence was too keen to permit q
belief that Burke's manner Of almost
fulsOne kindness hid nothing omin-
u Luminous with a hint Of death for
him in return for the death he had
wrought.
Then. terror crystallized. His eyes
were caught by a figure. the figure Of
Cassidy. advancing there in the cor
ridor. And with the detective went a
ma whose gait WAS sinking. craven.
"A cell door swung open. the prisoner
stepped within. the door changed to.
the bolts shot into their sockets noisily.
Carson sat huddled. stricken-fOr he
had recognized the victim thrust into
the cell before his eyes. 1t was Dacey.
one Of his own crOnies In crime
Dacey. who. the night before. had seen
him kill Eddie Griggs. There was
something c]oncretely sinister to Gar
son In this fact Of Dacey's presence
there In the cell.
or a sudden the forger cried out rau.
cously:
Say. inspector. il you've got any
thing on ne IL would The cry
dropped into unintclligible mumblings.
Burke retained his manner of serene
Indifference to the others agitation.
Still. his pen hurried over the paper.
and he did not trouble to look up as
he expOstulated. half banterlngly.
Nov. now. What's the matter with
you. Joe? ! told you that | wanted to
ask you a few questions. That's ALL"
But. after II moment. Garson's emo
ton forced him to another appeal.
Say. inspector he began.
Then. abruptly. he was silent. his
mouth still open to utter the words
that were now held back by horror.
Again. be saw the detective walking
forward. out there In the corridor. And
with him. a. before. was a second fg-
ure. which advanced slinkingly.
Again the door swung wide. the pris-
oner slipped within. the door changed
shut. the bolts clattered noisily into
their sockets.
And. In the watcher. terror grew
for he had seen the face Of Chicago
Red, another Of his pals, another who
had seen him kill Griggs. At last be
licked his dry lips. and his voice broke
In a throaty whisper.
Say. inspector. IL you've got any.
thing against me. Why
who said there was anything