The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1920-10-01


~ speech were at last reward
ed. The smile was still on his face
when he opened his eyes and gszed
in a dazed way at the man bending
over him.
Almost simultaneously with Har-
rvs fleeting return to conscious
ness came the reiterated cries OF
the landlady forthe police And all
the while Josephine Hasdock.
crouching in terror, remained as
though fascinated by the spectacle
OF her dying victim.
The sound OF rushing feet SEEM
ed to rouse her; throwing the gun
to the floor she screamed, and turn
ing. sought to escape: quick as she
was Spike was before her. and
clutching her by the arm held her
while she fought with the madness
OF despair to free herself.
Came the thin voice Of the dying
man stilIing the struggle: "He
wants to say something" said
Spike. still retaining his iron grasp
or the woman's wrist, "you/people
better clear out"
The landlady led the way, and
Spike. half dragging the frantic
prisoner, approached the man on
the floor. a.-
MERELY A TOOL.
But Josephine could not focus
her eyes on that triumphant face.
She heard but without looking.
Harry's voice came to her like the
voice of an avenging angel, SEEM
ingIy from far away. yet every
word like a whip lash.
well, Joe, you fell for it-just as
I hoped you would-shot me down
in my own room, and 1 unarmed,
and Spike saw the whole thing
pretty clear case OF cold-blooded
murder"
The face of the woman turned
away showed how the words scared
her consciousness. She was merely
4 tool; against her will she had
done what this man had wanted her
TO do; he had sacrificed his life
but that was the smallest Of her re-
Krets. Through the tumbled skeins
that were wrapping her round she
tried to see loophole OF escape
Cnarmed-cold-blo murder-thes
words rang in her ears. The man
saw he had struck deep. He was
gasping a little now with the eHort
Of speaking and flow of blood, but
his lips never once lost their smile
nor his eyes their light.
1 1--WE burned all your proof, Jo-
scphine-you hear that-you1l have
a grand chance proving you're her
mother now" He paused to let the
words sink in.
Let her go, Spike-I hear the
police/-coming- can't get far.
Raise my head a little" Spike re-
leased her wrist, but she did not
nloyc. She knew it was useless
now. With her head resting on
Spikes curved arm, the man she
had hated and shot was staring at
her. and she had to look.
And when you face jury. Jose
mime You'll get what / got once
and you'll have a chance to be sorry
for Yourself, and you'll never, never
be able to touch HEREOF bless
her"
PLAN COMPLETE.
Heliotrope Harry's plan was COM
pIetc: his work was done, the wo-
man knew 1t; Spike knew It noun 4,
ing mattercd now-even the police
whom he had once dreaded pushing
through the people in the hall
seemed welcome to him now.
Heliotrope Harry was saving his
ebbing strength for one last act 10
complete the drama Of his own de-
vising. When policeman knelt be-
side him and asked him who shot
him, he pointed to the shiyering
woman backed against the wall.
There was no malice, only GER
tainty that punishment would be
melted out to her as it had been to
him. He raised his hand to swear
and Spike Foley, with tears stream
ing down his cheeks, declared he