Connecticut western news., 1916-04-20
HER MOTHERS STORY
"HE District Attorney stood at

the window of his private office
 adjoining the court and stared
 A down at the hurrying thrOnSs while one nervous hand beat devils tattoo again the somewhat grimy pane.
 It had been raining, and the identity, even the sex of the crowd was Sub- merged beneath a sea of bobbing black umbrellas between which the wet and shining tops of the motor cars darted like huge black beetles. But the prose cutor saw neither the crowd nor the traffic-he saw only Mary Page! She had become almost an Obsession with him now, and though it was not yet time for court and there were other clients besides the State whose busi- ness claimed his attention in his other office, he had drifted here, as he had drifted unwittingly each morning to mentally test the links in the chain of his evidence against her.
 It SHOULD be strong enough to bind her upon the merciless wheel of the law, and yet he was conscious that more than one of its links was weak-so weak, in fact, that not even his masterly summing up for the jury had been entirely able to gloss it over. He did not doubt for a moment that Mary Page was guilty of the murder of James Pollock, but he had not PROVED her so to his own satisfac- ton.
 He had shown that Pollock was i'll her eyes an enemy; he had proved that the dead man was wooer whose pur- suit was unwelcome; he had shown that twice during the recent years Pol lock had forced Mary to promise to be his wife, but that once the necessity for that step was removed she had claimed her freedom again. She had everything to gain by his death, which was surely motive enough; added to which, if she were not guilty he felt she would not have fed that night after the murder.
 Time after time as he went back to the testimony-to the fact that Mary had had the revolver in her bag, HAD gone into the room and HAD been found beside Pollock's body. he strove to glimpse some faint clue that would give chance for "fresh evidence" In the meantime, it was Langdon's turn, and the keen-eyed District Attorney wondered curiously just what defense he would bring. LangdOn's continual refusal to crOss-eXamine the witnesses for the State had naturally kept his defense wonderfully well hidden.
 The newspapers were however, full of theories as to what the defence would be. Several claimed that it would be the "unwritten law the guarding of Mary Pages honor: anoth CT that it would be proved that Pol lock shot himself when he found that not even his support of her stardom could make Mary marry him; while still third said that the real criminal would "cOnfess" when put upon the stand Absurd, all of them, and yet the third theory brought frown to the lawyers face. Suppose Langd0n himself confessed to the murder,
 Hello, Chief" A voice from the door Interrupted his revery and he turned quickly.
 Hello, Sheenan. Have you got any thing?'
 'NO." he said. mot a thing along the lines you spoke of. Slade doesn't know anything except what he told. and I've traced LangdOn's movements for three days before the murder down to each minute. and there's nothing to hang a dogs hair to-
 Did you find out about the automo- piles parked on that night?''
 Yep; but Casey was on the job at that corner, and there wasn't as much as a ghost of motor went into tho street back of the hotel The back gates of the houses were locked-had been tried by the watchman just few minutes earlier, and the police were on the job anyway. on account of the club there. The Page woman must have gone down the fire-escape and climbed into the hotel at another fioOr-that's the only answer"
 The prosecutor turned again to the window. All right" he said curtly But the detective fingered.
 Say. Chief" he suggested hcsitat- ingIy. have you talked to Daniels? :? Little fat guy that runs the Covington? saw him yesterday and he looks well. sick"
 The DrOSecl1tOr laughed