Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1914-03-12

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Carson uttered an ejaculation of dis
gust.
:! don, l&sve . ne told" he retorted
A;,:.fG.ii..y '.':A ~ col.ese president. but
whc:i Il COY, grabs re and brings me
sio~m hero I've GOT sense enough to
know In ili..e lei:
is that what they did to you. Joe?
I'll have - sl,eal: 20 Cassidy about
shat. Now. Just You sit down. Toe.
won't you: wait "a have "A little
talk with YOU. II! be through here in
81 second" lie 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 vet more
rlouGed IS ttiey rested OH the grim
doors of the cells. He wrthed in his
chair, aud his gaze iuAped from the
cells 10 the impressive figure of the
man ut the desk Now the forger's
nervousness increased momentarily. 1t
swept beyond his control OF a sud
den he sprans up and stepped close to
the inspector
Say" he said. in = husky voice. I'D
like-I'd like TO have a lawyer.
Whats the matter with You. Joe?"
the inspector returned. always with
that imperturbahle 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
this letter.
Slowly. very heS!tatinSly Carson
went back to the chair. and sank down
on it in Il limp ayt.,nde of detection
wholly unlike his customary postures
of strength. Again his fear fascinated
eyes went to the row Of cells that stood
silently menacin@ on the other side of
the corridor beyond the windows His
face was .imGed with gray 4 physical
sickness WAS c.'eol.g. ste:lthilv on
him. as his thoughts held inSiStoutly
10 the catastrophe that threatened. His
intelligence Was too Keen To permit q
belief that RUrke'S manner OF almost
fulsone kindness lid nothin. omin-
INN in return Tor the ,ieath he had
wrought
Then. terror cryst.lilized. His eyes
We're eangh. by figure, the figure of
Cassidy. advancing there in the cor
riGol And With the detective went Il
man whose gait WAS Sinking. craven
a cell door SwnHS 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 ilts
the cell before bis eyes 1t was Daccy
one Of his oWn c-onieS in crime
lmcey. who. the night before. had seen
him Kill Eddie tsrisss There was
something coneretely sinister to Gar
son in this fact of nacey's presence
there in the cell.
Or sudden the fOrger cried out raul
consly:
Say, inspector. if you've got any
thing on ME. IL would The cry
dropped into unintelligible mumblings
Burke retained his manner of serene
indifference to the others agitation.
Still. his pen hnrried over the paper
and he did not trouble to look up as
he .Ni'ostulated. half banteringly.
Now, now. What's the matter with
you. Joe? l told you that | wanted to
ask you few questions. That's ALL"
Bat, after 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 We're now held back by horror.
Again, he saw the detective Walking
forward. out there III the corridor And
with him. as before, was second fig
ure, which advanced simkingly
Again the door swung wide. the pris-
oner slipped within. the door changed
shut. the bolts Gathered noisiIy into