The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1916-08-17

NO, SOT. lneIe 3 ScINdIltS cu
trance to the hotel, just under the fire
escape He might have been someone
from It's hotel"
did he look like a waiter? What
sort of suit did he have On?'
"A check one. sor, and Il red tie"
did you see anyone else while you
were standing there"
Yes, sor. Me and Katie saw some
people put their heads out of windy
in the hotel. then presently police
man starts down the fire escape and
Katie says. says She Let's get in the
kitchen: l don't want to be mixed up
in this And I says. Me neither. Be
sides. 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 OF
his feet.
MIR. Gallagher he said sharply
having seen all this. didn't you realize
that you should have testified to it be
fore the police?'
Il 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 al the
evidence they wanted on Barkers
place"
And may one ask said the prose
cutor with honicd sweetness. "iust
what influence was brought to bear to
make YOU tell this story today"
"Well. YOU sec" said Gallagher.
scouting no sarcasm or coercion, lit
was Ike this. When tie police cornr
to the house Katie gifts mad ut their
questions and she says she was a,ed
and asleep. Then a few da-s ago
along comes Il young fcller selling Il
thing to lift the covers OFF of lilin
pots. He came to the back gate ana
he talks to Kate. till she says she don't
be wantin' one. because she's ieavin'
of Saturday to git married. Then
he kids her Il bit about he lets she's
marryin' Il policeman so she tells him
who l am. Then he gifts tall,in about
this affair. and he has the nights
doin's SO mixed up Kate she cOrrects
him. He bets her hat she's wrong;
she says she kin prove it all by me.
And so she does; but then another
how we can help young lady and
clear up lot of trouble if we tell it
in court. And begolra. Kate got her
hat at that.
shout of laughter rang through the
court, and the Prosecutor sat down
far more discounted than lie would al
nit 1t was such a simple SubterfuSe
The back gate peddlcr with his packet
OF gossip-and the police of course
laundering in and bullying. His re
spect for I.angdon not only as a mar
but as a lawyer was growing. and ir
the back of his mind there lowered 9
black phantom-thc mysterious man ii
the checked suit who had been in the
alley. Had I.angdon this man up his
sleeve? He frowncd and shifted the
papers on his desk uneasily. then look
ed up with start of surprise as thu
door of the witnesS-room opened to ad
NIT the tlamboyantly gowned woman
with the hard and tired eyes
She gave her name us Agnes Keenan,
but when the question came as to he
occupation. she stared straight ahea'
OF her with IL sort of grim humor. thel
shrugged her thin shoulders.
'None." she said with the imitation
OF an English accent. II live on IN,
income"
The crowd grinned. but LangdOl
flushed. and his voice was little har'
as lac said quietly:
81 am sorry. Miss keenan,. to have t
ask you such question. but We're yO
not an occupant Of cell in the Fiftiet
Street police station on the night o
the raid of Bankers gambling rooms ?
81 was" Her tone was more quie
now. II had failed to come across. an
having had drop too much sasse
the sergeant. and he locked me up t
cool off,
Had you a cell to yourself?'
well. at first l thought it was
private room. but little later the
showed Il girl in
"Was that girl the defendant-NIar
Page?"
1T was. But she looked some diffel