The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-04-09

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would be well enough for the trial to
continue for some days at least, but
when she woke few hours later she
vowed she was perfectly able to go
Into court even then. And so. no more
than an hour late. the proceedings were
lcontinued.
That hour had seemed a very short
Itime to Mary and to Langdon, but It
was very long one to tho excited
spectators who crowded the rooms to
cences Of the day before.
Whatever doubts had fingered in tho
minds Of the public as to the veracity
and the strength Of the defense built
up by Langdon had been shattered at
one blow. For Mary. as everyone said,
might indeed have been actress enough
to feign madness at the sight OF the
drunken policeman, but she could not
have feigned that great bruise on her
shoulder. The shadow of the gripping
hand with those livid scars beneath It
told mutely OF how the cruel fingers
had torn into tho tender flesh.
The newspaper bearing DR.. Fosters
article on depressed Psychosis'' which
the District Attorney had so sarcastic
cally introduced as evidence had been
pored over by every juryman. and from
coast to coast the dramatic story OF
the scene in court was the one subject
at the breakfast tables Of rich and
poor alike.
It seemed incredible to those who had
watched the frenzied, screaming wo-
man carried out the day before that she
could ever regain her sanity. When
she came in. very pale. very wan. but
serenely calm and smiling. nothing but
the fear of being shut out from the
final scenes Of the great drama kept the
crowds from wild applause.
| The prosecutor alone did not look at
her. He felt at that moment almost as
II he hated her with personal vindic-
tlveness. For he, too. had had an all
night vigil, seeking some russo or legal
technicality that would keep the events
OF the day before out of the records OF
the case. He knew only too well that
any jury. having seen Mary's seizure.
would be readily convinced that she
might have suffered In the same fash
ion on the night when David Pollock
WINGED of that, proving Mary's guilt
was going to be the hardest struggle
he had ever known. He was savage
with WEAKNESS and doubly angry be-
cause. try as he would. he could not
himself shake off the tenacious MEM
Dry Of that white, shrinking shoulder
with Its dread scars marring the flesh.
In consequence the opening hours of
court were marked by series of bitter
wrangles during which even his honor
lost his temper. and the ,restlcssness of
the spectators became open disorder.
But for all his acidity Of wit and skill
at argument 1t was a losing fight that
tho District Attorney waged. He was
conscious of that himself. Therefore It
came as no surprise when II was at
last brought summarily to an end by
the Judge. who ordered the testimony
OF the policeman as to Mary's madness
entered as evidence.
With long breath of relief Langdon
turned back toward his seat, suddenly
becoming conscious that he was hold
ing n crumpled scrap OF paper which
the bailiff had thrust into his hand
some moments before. He remembered
now that the court officer had said
something when he gave 1t to him. but
he hadn't caught the words. and It was
with entire Indifference that he opened
the note and read the hastily scrawled
words. But at sight Of them indifference
gave place to excitement. Crumpling
the paper up in his hand. he turned
sharply to the bailiff.
Call George Brennan!". he said, and
there was triumph in his tones.
Brennan was the same cleancut
young detective who had told of the
disappearance of Daniels. and tho FIRST
been In the note.
"Mr. Brennan. have Just received
message which says that you have
found Mr.. Daniels. Will you tell the
court. please, the circumstances Of the
finding OF the missing MANI"
We'll. It wasn't exactly case of
finding him." said the detective, with
smile. you see-he Just came home!
was hanging around the apartment
house in case anyone brought a mes
sage to Mrs. Daniels when ! saw him
come into the vestibule. He had n
three days growth Of beard on his face,
and his clothes were all mussed up a.
II he'd been sleeping in them. He
looked like a bum after a three days
jag. but I had no trouble recognizing
him."
did he seem excited-or anxious to
get into the building without being
SEEM"
mo. He moved slowly. as II he was
dazed. He hesitated quite while be-
fore he rang the bell Of his apart
ment, but as soon as he'd pushed II
he got impatient. and kept calling
'Hello! up the speaking tube, and
when someone answered he said Open
the door quick! It's me--your father.
When the latch clicked he went in, Blu,
he made no effort to close the door
j after him. so followed. Both Mrs
Daniels and the daughter were In the
doorway of the apartment to meet him
and while they were kissing and hug
ging him ! walked in.'
"Did Daniels seem startled at the
sight OF you?"
NO. He seemed sort of stupid as II
he was sleepy. but when Mrs. Daniels
told him I was detective and that he
was wanted as n witness in the Page
trinl he woke UP fost enough and go,