The Glasgow courier., 1916-05-12
seen him come DOWN."

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hotel"
But that is the one place he could
have come from when he Joined you.
isn't it?
NO. sor. There's servants en-.
trance to the hotel. just under the fire
escape. He might have been someone
from the hotel"
Did he look like a waiter? What
sort of suit did Ire have on!'
"A check one. sor. and red tie."
Did you see anyone else while you
were standing there?'
"fes. sor. Me and Katie saw some
people put their heads out Of a windy
In the hotel, then presently a police
man starts down the fire escape and
Katie says, says she. Let's get in the
Kitchen: l don't want to he mixed up
IN this And l 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
gher." But now the Prosecutor was on
his feet.
"Mr. Gallagher" he said sharply.
having seen all this, didn't you realize
that you should have testified to 1t be-
fore the police?''
II didn't connect it with the murder
Of this man Pollock" said Gallagher
in some indignation. "And I took 1t
for granted the police had got all the
evidence they wanted on Barkers
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 todayY
"Well. you see," said Gallagher.
scenting no sarcasm or coercion, 1T
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 feller selling a
thing to lift the covers of Of bilin'
pots. He came to the back gate anl
he talks to Kate, till she says she don't
be wantin' one, because she's leavin'
Of Saturday to sit married. Then
he kids her bit about he bets she's
marryin' a policeman. so she tells him
who l 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 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 young lady and
n10O,s n lot Cf tDn
in 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 a simple subterfuge
The back gate pedGler with his packet
Of gossip-and the police Of course
laundering in and bullying. His re-
spect for Langdon not only as a man
: but as lawyer was growing, and in
the back Of his mind there hovered a
black phantom-thc mysterious man in
the checked suit who had been in the
alley. Had Langdon this man up his
sleeve? He frOwned and shifted the
papers on his desk uneasily. then look
| ed up with 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 Il 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:
II am sorry. Miss keenan,, to have to
ask you such 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?'
II was" Her tone was more quiet
now. II 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 yourself?"
"Well. Mt first thought it was a
private room. but little later they
showed girl in"
"Was that girl the defendant-Mary
Page?"
1T was. But she looked some differ