Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1916-05-20

trance 10 tine nOtei, just unuer Jne nre
escape. He might have been someone
from the hotel"
"Did he look like n waiter7 What
sort Of suit did he have onr'
"a check one. sor, and a red tie"
"Did you see anyone else while you
were standing thereT
Eyes, sor Me and Katie saw some
people put their heads out OF a windy
I'm the hotel, then presently a police
man starts down the fire escape and
Katie says, says she, Let's get in the
kitchen; / don't want to be mixed up
in this And says. Me neither Be
sides, q sup Of hot coffee will set me
up after the excitement; so we went
in"
"That is all, thank you, Mr.. Gala
CHER" But now the Prosecutor was on
his feet
"NIr. Gallagher" he said sharply,
having seen all this, didn't you realize
that you should have testified to it be-
fore the pollceT
81 didn't connect it with the murder
Of this man Pollock" said Gallagher
in some indignation. "And / 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, "just
what influence was brought to bear to
make you tell this story today?"
well, you see" said Gallagher,
seeming no sarcasm or coercion, st
was like this. When the police come
to the house Katie gifts mad at their
questions and she says she was abed
and asleep. Then a few days ago
along comes a young Teller selling a
thing to lift the covers Off Of bilin'
pots. lie came to the back gate and
he talks TO Kate, till she says she don't
be wantin' one, because she's leavin'
Of a Saturday TO git married. Then
he kids her a bit about he bets she's
margin policeman. so she tells him
who am. Then he gifts talkln' about
this affair. and he has the nights
dOin's so mixed up Kate she cOrrects
him. lie bets her Il hat she's wrong;
she says she kin prove it all by me-
And so she does; but then another
young Teller comes around and says as
how we can help a young lady and
clear up n lot Of trouble If we tell It
i'm court. And begorra, Kate got her
hat at that
A shout of laughter rang through the
court, and the Prosecutor sat down,
far more discounted than he would adj
nit 1t was such simple subterfuge.
The back gate peddler with his packet
Of gossip-and the police Of course
laundering in and bullying. His re
spect for Langdon not only as n man
but as 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 LanSdon this man up his
sleeve? He frowned and shifted the
papers on his desk uneasily, then look
ed up with a start Of surprise as the
door of the witness-room opened to adj
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 a sort of grim humor. then
shrugged her thin shoulders.
"None." she said with the imitation
Of an English accent. II live on my
income"
The crowd grinned, but Langdon
flushed, and his voice was a little hard
as he said quietly:
81 am sorry, Miss keenan,, to have to
ask you such a 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?"
81 was" Her tone was more quiet
now. Il had failed to come across. and
having had a drop too much l sassed
the sergeant. and he locked me up to
cool OFF,"
Had you a cell to yOurselfY
well, at first l thought it was a
private room. but a little later they
showed a girl in"
WAS that girl the defendant-Mary
Page?"
1T was But she looked some differ
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