The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1915-10-01

"Who is this feIIow?" Wainwright de-
manded.
trying to take this money away from
Mrs. Wainwright" He drew the bank
notes from his pocket.
Its a ID lie!" Creegan beloved
ferociously. "She give it to me-"
"Shut up" The detective poised as
if about to spring on Creegan.
But Wainwright interfered.
"Marshall," he directed shortly.
leave the man alone. Lies don't hurt
if they are lies" He put forth a
hand and took the money. Briefly his
eyes ran owe some OF the bills, scru-
tiniZing them closely; then he bestOw-
ed the packet in a pocket. For the
first time he let his gaze go for an in
slant to his wife. who in frightened
grief watched his face unremittingly.
Immediately he gave his full attention
again to the criminal.
why should my wife give you
money!" he inquired.
CiNS-"h "iiSSiSN loolS
"Well. | guess the games up. gov
nor he whined. II guess they amt
nothin' to say. except you got me and
the lady dead to rights"
Marshall ~interpOsed.
All, say, Mr.. Wainwright" he pro-
tested, whats the good listening to
this crooks pipe dreams? Come o n
YOU" He strobe to the thief and
caught him by the shoulder.
But again the detective was stayed
from his purpose by the command of
Wainwright:
WATT"
Now finally excess of fear gOaded
Lucene to the bravery of despair. She
Strengthened. held forth her arms i'm
ploringly.
"Cortland." she said falteringly. 81
beg you not to ask him any more ques-
tons. Let him go-please! Oh, for
PHYS sake: | can't stand it! r.
She broke off. painting.
Her white face was drawn in agony.
for Wainwright gave no least heed
" IL L pltyCA. ~ contemplated III
thief and spoke quietly.
"Who sent you here?"
Jaw. nobody sent me-" the man re-
piled fippantly. Il was invited"
"By whom?" Wainwright persisted.
ASK the lady" Creegan's grin was
frozen by the cold fury of the hus-
bands low spoken phrase:
"You lie"
II do. do +" he sneered. "Well, just
take it from me. l don't. l knew her
a long time before you ever did. Pipe
that. mister! Aw. say! Don't kid
yourself. What was she dom down
stairs by the safe at 2 o'clock in the
mornin'? Eth? Havin' a cup of tea?
HUH"
Wainwright was dead white from the
fury of his passion. His hands
clinched.
Take him away he ordered.
The wife dared a forlorn hope. cry
ing out her plea wildly:
"Oh. Cortland. Let him go"
Wainwright repeated his command.
Take him away"
Wainwright'S face had settled into y
mask of cOldneSS as he turned to adj
dress his wife. But before he coulG
speak his intention was halted by the
surprising change that came YER her
within an instant. Where she had hneA
shrinking. pallid. seeming even nea
T. collapse from the misery that af-
tlicted her. she now suddenly stood
alertly upright. and a color burned hot
" in her cheeks. and her eyes. filmed
by suffering before, shone in their full
violet radiance, unveiled again. He
hands were abruptly reached forth in 1
gesture of welcoming. Wainwright, fol
lowing the movement OF her arms
took in the figure of Andrew, standing
motionlcss just within the doorway O.
the library. At sight of him there wa.
a harder compression of Wainwright!
lips. His voice. as he spoke, wa
suave.
"Ah, l was expecting you"
Andrew was undaunted.
Pardon me, sir, but may l ask
question: he inquired.
"Oh, certainly" Wainwright retorted
do you intend sending to prison tn