The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-07-09
Copyright, 1913, by the Fl. K. Fly
company.

spoke.
Garson's usually strong face was
showing weak with fear. His chin.
which was commonly very firm. moved
a little from uneasy twitchings OF his
lips His clear eyes were slightly
clouded to a look Of apprehension as
they roved the room furtively. He
made no answer to the inspectors
greeting for few moments, but re
manned standing without movement.
poised alertly as If sensing some con-
cealed peril. Finally. however, his
anxiety found expression in words.
His tone was pregnant with alarm.
though he strove to make 1t merely
complaining.
"Say, what am l arrested for?" he
protested. II amt done anything"
Burke did not look up. and his pen
continued to hurry over the paper.
"Who told you you were arrested?'
he remarked cheerfully in his blandest
| voice.
Carson uttered an ejaculation Of dis
gust.
Il don't have to be told" he retorted
hufhly. I'm no college president. but
when cop grabs me and brings me
down here I've got sense enough to
know I'm pinched"
Ills that what they did to you. Joe?
I'll have to speak to Cassidy about
that. Now, just you sit down, Joe.
won't you? want to have little
talk with you. TIL be through here in
a 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 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 forger's
nervousness increased momentarily. 1t
swept beyond his control. OF 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. Joe?"
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
the corridor beyond the windows. His
face was tinged with gray. A physical
sickness was creeping stealthily on
dim. 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
fulsome kindness hid nothing omin-
ous-ominous with hint Of death for
him In return for the death he had
wrought.
Then, terror crystallized, His eyes
were caught by figure. the figure Of
Cassidy. advancing there in the cor
6dor. And with the detective went q
man 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 concretely sinister to Gar
son in this fact of Dacey's presence
there in the cell.
OF sudden the forger cried out rau-
cousIy:
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 hurried over the paper,
and he did not trouble to look up as
ne expostulated, half banteringly.
"NoW, now. What's the matter with
you, Joe? told you that wanted to
ask you few questions. That's ALL"
But, after a 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, he 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