The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-06-11

"Either you killed him." the voice
repeated gratingly. cor she did. We'l'
then young man, did she kill him?"
Good God. mol" Dick shouted,
aghnst.
"Then it was you"
mo. no. He didn't" Mary's words
came franticaly.
Burke reiterated the accusation.
zone of you killed Griggs. Which
one of you did it:' He scowled at
Dick. did she kill HING
Il told you no."
"Well, then" he clustered to the girl,
did he kill him."
The nod of his head was toward
Dick. Then us she remained silent.
I'm talking to you!' he snapped.
Did he kill him."
The reply came with soft distinct
ness that was like crash Of destiny.
yes"
Dick turned to his wife in reproach-
full amaZement.
"Mary." he cried increduously.
you'll swear he killed him?" Burke
asked briskly.
"Why not?" she responded list!essly.
At this intolerable assertion as he
deemed it Edward Glider sat rightly
erect in his chair.
"God!' he cried despairingly. "And
that's your vengeance:'
II don't want vengeance-nOw!' she
said.
but they'll try my boy for murder"
the magnate demonstrated, distraught
ooh. no. they can't" came the re-
joinder.
"What's the reason we can't?" Burke
stormed.
because my husband merely killed
burglar. He shot him in defense of
his homer
In his Office next morning Inspector
Burke was Tuning over the failure
of his conspiracy. He had hoped
through this plot to vindicate his au-
thority, so sadly Haunted by Carson
and Mary Turner. Instead of this
much to be desired result from his
scheming the outcome had been moth
ing less than disastrous.
Some one had murdered Griggs, the
stool pigeon. The murder could not so
UNPUBLISHED. The slayers identity must
be determined To the discovery Of
this identity. the inspector was at the
present moment devoting himself by
adroit questioning of Dacey and Chi
cagO Red. who had been arrested in
one of their accustomed haunts.
Come across now"' he admonished,
His voice rolled forth like that of a
bull of Bashan. He was on his feet,
facing the two thieves His head was
thrust forward menacingly, and his
eyes We're savage.
81 don't know nothin'" Chicago
! Reds voice was between snarl and
whine. "Ain't been telling you that
for over an hour?"
Burke gave Dacey, who CHANGED to
be the nearer Of the two, shove that
sent the fellow staggering halfway
across the room under its impetus.
"Dacey how long have you been
| out?"
"a week."
"Want to go back for another
stretch?"
God. no"
"Who shot Griggs?"
The reply was a chorus from the
two:
81 don't know-hOnest, don't"
II In his eagerness Chicago Red moved
toward his questioner.
| Honest to Gawd, don't know moth
in about it,
/ The inspectors fist shot out TOWARD
| Chicago Reds jaw. The thief Wen
to his knees under the blow.
l "Now, get upland talk" Burke
voice came with unrepentant noisines
! against the stricken man.
/ Cringingly Chicago Red obeyed a
far as the getting to his feet was cor
cerned While he got slowly to hi
feet he took care to keep at respect
| full distance from the official.
l Cassidy entered the inspectors offic
to announce the arrival OF the distric
attorney.
"Send i'm in,' Burke directed. H
made a gesture toward the doorma
and added. Take 'em Ia ,k!''
Il came as soon as l got your me!
sage" the district attorney said as
| seated himself in a chair by the des
"And I've sent word to Mr. Glide
Now, then, Burke, let's have this thi1
| quickly?'
| The inspectors explanation was co
else:
| "Joe Carson, Chicago Red and Dace
along with Griggs. broke into Edwa
elders house last night. l knew Il
trick was going to be pulled off, and
planted Cassidy and couple of OF
err men just outside the room whe
the haul was to be made. Then l we
away, and after something like half ;
hour came back to make the arres
myself When l broke into the roo