The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1914-06-25
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rs that what they did to yoh- Joe;
I'll have TO speak to Cassidy about
that Now. Just you sit down. Joe
won't you: want 10 have a little
talk with you. I'll be through here In
a second" He went on with the writ
ing.
Carson moved forward slightly &c
the single chair near the END Of the
desk and there seated himself meoban
ically His face thus was turned TO
ward the windows that gave on the
corridor. and bis eyes grew yet more
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 impressive figure Of the
man at the desk Now the ferger's
nervousness Increased mornentarily Ii
swept beyond his control OF Il sud
den be sprang up and stepped close to
the inspector.
Say" be said. fn a husky voice. I'D
iikeI'd like to have LAWYER"
What's the matter with you. Joe.
the inspector returned. always with
tUi
raising his head from the WORK tina
50 engrossed bis attention "Yos
know. you're not arrested. Joe Mayb.
you never will be Now. for the low,
Of Nike keep still and let me fDisl.
this letter"
Slowly. very hesitatingly. Carson
went back TO the chair. and sank down
on II in lump attitude of detection
wholly unlike his customary postures
Of strength. Again. his fear fascinated
eyes went to the row Of cells that stooS
silently menacing on the other side of
the corridor beyond the windows His
face was tinged with grsy. A physical
<fckness WAS creeping sfealthily on
him. as his thoughts held insistently
To the catastrophe that threatened. His
Intelligence was too keen TO permit
belief that Burke's MARINER of aIulos,
fuI>onie kindIiness hid7nethlug oInin-
ous-ominous with hint of death for
hin in return for the death be had
wrought
Then. terror crystallized- His eyes
were caught by figure. the figure Of
Cassidy. advancing there d the cor
ridor. And with the detective went q
uaD 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 hnddIed. stricken-for he
the cell before his eyes. II was Dacey.
one OF his own cronies in crime
Dacey. who the night before. had seen
him kill Eddie Griggs. There was
something concretely sinister to Gar
son 10 this fact OF Daceys presence
there In the cell.
OF sudden the forger cried out raU
cousiy:
Say. inspector. II you've got any
thing on me. III would The cry
dropped into uuinteIligible mumbings
Burke retained his manner of serene
Indifference 10 the others agitation
Still. bis pen hurried over the paper
and be did not trouble TO iook up as
be expostulated. half banteringiy.
Now. now. What's the matter with
you. Toe: l told you that | wanted to
6Sa YOU u lS" gue>t4Ole- Ia all
But. after moment. Garson's emo
ton forced him TO another appeal
Say. Inspector be began.
Then. abruptly. he was silent. his
mouth still open 10 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. as before. was a second fig
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 be had seen the face of Chicag 20
Red. another of his pals, another who
had seen him kill Griggs. At last be
licked his dry lips. and his voice broke
In throaty whisper.
Say. Inspector. IL you've got any
thing against me. why
-.Who said there was anything
against you, Joe?" Burke rejoined. in
q voice that was genially Gliding