Connecticut western news., 1916-06-08

hduce tO tue nulel, Just hIlueT tue Ire escape. He might have been someone from the hotel"
 Did he look like waiter? What sort of suit did he have on|'
 "A check one. sor. and a red tie
 Did you sec anyone else while you were standing there?"
 Yes, sor. Me and Katie saw some people put their heads out of q windy in the hotel. then presently d police man starts down the fire escape and Katie says. says she. Let's get in the kitchen; I don't want to be mixed up in this. And l says, Me neither. Be sides. a sup of hot coffee will set me up after the excitement; so We went in"
 That is all thank you, Mir. Galla- gher." But now the Prosecutor was on his feet.
 MT. Gallagher" he said sharply. having seen all this, didn't you realize that you should have testified to it bc. fore the police?"
 ''I didn't connect it with the murder of this man Pollock" said Gallagher in some indignation. And I took it for granted the police had got all the evidence they wanted on Barker'S place."
 And may one ask" said the prose. cutor with honied sweetness, "iust what influence was brought to bear tn make you tell this story today?"
 Well, you sec" said Gallagher. scenting no sarcasm or coercion. "it was like this. When the police conn to the house Katie gifts mad at their questions and she says she was abed and asleep. Then Il few days ago along comes Il young feller selling n thing to lift the covers off of bilin' pots. He came to the back gate an he talks to Kate, till she says she don't he wantin' one. because she's leavin' of a Saturday to git married. Then he kids her n bit about he bets shes marvin a policeman, so she tells him who am. Then he gifts talkin' about this affair, and he has the nights doin's so mixed up Kate she corrects him. He bets her Il hat she's wrong: she says she kin prove it all by me. And so she does; but then another young feller comes around and says as how We can help n young lady and clear up a lot of trouble If we tell Ii in court. And begorra, Kate got her hat at thatr
 A shout of laughter rang through the court, and the Prosecutor sat down. far more discomflted than he would ad- init. It was such simple subterfugc. The back gate peddler with his packet of gossip-and the police of course blundering in and bullying. His re- spect for Langdon not only as n man hut as a lawyer was growing, and in the back of his mind there lowered a black phantom-the mysterious man in the checked suit who had been in the alley. Had I.angdon this man up his sleeve? He drowned and shifted the papers on his desk uneasily, then look ed up with n start of surprise as the door of the witness-room opened to ad- init the flamboyantly gowned woman. with the hard and tired eyes.
 She gave her name as Agnes Keenan, but when the question came as to her occupation. she stared straight ahead of her with n sort of grim humor. then shrugged her thin shoulders.
 "None," she said with the imitation of an English accent. "I live on my income"
 The crowd grinned, but Langdon flushed, and his voice was little hard as he said quietly:
 "I am sorry, Miss Keenan. to have to ask you such n question, but were you not an occupant of cell in the Fiftieth Street police station on the night of the raid of Barker's gambling rooms?"
 "I was" Her tone was more quiet now. "I had failed to come across. and having had drop too much I sassed the sergeant, and he locked me up to cool off"
 Had you q cell to yourselfY'
 Well. at first I thought it was private room. but little later they showed girl in
 Was that girl the defendant-Mary Page?"
 Ut was. But she looked some differ