The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1914-02-12

WON'T you! Whit " u"Ne u htt'e
talk with you. ri be 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 rs they rested on the grim
doors Of the cells. He writhed In his
chair. and his gaze jumped from the
cells to the impressive figure OF the
! man Mt the desk. Now the forger's
nervousness Increased momentarily. II
swept beyond his control. or sud
den he sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector.
Say" he said. In husky voice. I'D
like-I'd like to have lawyer"
whats the matter with you. JoeT
the inspector returned. always with
that imperturbable air. and without
raising his head from the work that
so engrossed his attention. You
know. you're not arrested. Joe. Maybe
you never will be. Now. for the love
Of Mike. keep still and let me finish
this letter"
Slowly. very hesitatingly. Carson
went back to the chair, and sank down
on It in limp attitude Of detection
wholly unlike his customary postures
of strength. Again. his fear fascinated
eyes went to the row Of cells that stood
silently menacing on the other side Of
1.-The corridor beyond the windows. His
, face was tinged with gray. physical
, sickness was creeping stealthily on
Q him. as his thoughts held insistentl
r to the catastrophe that threatened. Hi
n Intelligence was too keen to permit
II belief that Burke's hummer of almos
A. fulsOme kindliness hid nothing omii
ous-ominous with u hint of death &c
ID him In return for the death he ha
10 wrought.
Then, terror crystallized. His eye
@, were caught by u figure. the figure q
or Cassidy. advancing there in the col
@. ridor. And with the detective went
IN man whose gait was sinking. cravel
,n A cell door swung open. the prisone
io stepped within. the door changed (,
ct the bolts shot into their sockets nOisil.
Carson sat huddled. stricken-for b
-. had recognized the victim thrust int
n. the cell before his eyes 1t was Dace.
-, one OF his own cronies In crime
Ms Dacey. who. the night before, had see
him kill Eddie Griggs. There wa
- something concretely sinister to Ga
-, son In this fact of Dacey's presenC
there in The cell
OF sudden the forger cried out ra
~, couSly:
AZ SAY, Inspector If you've got an.
- thing on me. III would The CT
"e dropped into unintelligible mumbling
Burke retained his manner of serer
"" Indifference to the others agitation
~ Stlll. his pen hurried over the pape
and he did not trouble to look up 4
VI he expostulated. half banteringly.
~, "Now. now. What's the matter wi
Y" you. Joe? told you that wanted
30 ask you few questions. That's ALL
y" But. after a moment. Garson's EN-
y ton forced him to another appeal.
n Say. Inspector he began.
=. Then. abruptly. he was silent.
mouth still open 10 utter the wOr'
that were now held back by horrG
Is Again, he saw the detective waikiki
"a forward. out there In the corridor. Al
~ with him, as before. was a second
H. ure. which advanced slipkingly.
n. Again the door swung wide. the pr
o. oner slipped within. the door clang
.,s shut. the bolts clattered noisily In
their sockets. .tE
y. And. In the watcher. terror grew
=" for he had seen the face OF Chica
-. Red. another Of his pals. another W
=. had seen him kill Griggs. At last
- licked his dry lips. and his voice bro
H. In a throaty whisper.
80 "Say. inspector. II you've got al
thing against me. Why
"Who said there was anythi
against you. JoeT Burke rejoined,
q voice that was genially chidi