New Britain herald., 1922-05-01
(COntinucd From Our Last Issue) 'l' CHAPTER XIII

his best to be jovial.
 Well. boy, what it this time?"
 Money" Houston came directly {, the point.
 What's the money for; running ex penses?"
 No. Machinery. I've got 10 hay, good, smooth working plant--other wise ] won't be able 10 live up tt specifications
 You're not" and the old lawyer smiled quizzically. going to favor your dearly beloved friend with the order are you?'
 "Who?"
 "Worthington."
 "rhe district attorney?"
 That was. Plutocrat now. He came into his fathers money and bought the East Coast Machinery Company He's president" again the smile, and l know he'd be glad to have your or der"
 Houston continued the sarcasm.
 "1'd be overjoyed to give it to him. In fact, think I'd refuse to buy any machinery if ] couldn't get it from such a dear friend as Worthington was. 1t wasn't his fault that l wasn't sent to the penitentiary"
 No, that's right boy" Old Law yer Mason was quietly reminiscent 'He tried his best It seemed to me in those days he was more of per secutor than a prosecutor"
 Lets forget it." Houston laughed uneasily. "A persecutor You've given me an idea, Judge I'm going to New York
 And the next morning. Barry Hous- ton was in New York, swirling around Seventh Avenue toward Bellstrand Hospital. There he sought the execu- tive offices and told his story. Five minutes later he was looking at the books of the institution, searching, searching-at last to stifle cry of ex- citement and bend closer to a closely written page.
 August second," he read: "Kilbane Warrington, district attorney, Bos- ton, Mass Acc by Drs. Horton, Mayer and Brensteam. Investigation into ef- feet of blows on skull. Eight cada- vers'
 
 frenzied, Houston copied the nota- tion, closed the book, and hurried again for taxicab. It yet was only nins o'clock. If the traffic were not | too thick, if the driver were skiIful- He raced through the gate at Grand | Central just as it was closing It was night when he reached Boston, but Houston did not hesitate. A glance at telephone book, another rocking ride in taxicab, and Barry stood on the veranda of a large house. await ing the answer to his ring at the bell. Finally it came
 '"Mr. Worthington," he demanded. Kilbane Worthington was seated at the large table, much in the manner which he had affected in court
 Wel,' he asked somewhat brusquely, may I inquire" My name is Barry Houston, son of the late William K. Houston. You and l met--in the courtroom. You once did me the very high honor to accuse me of murder and then tried your level best to send me to the pen itentiary for life when you knews ab- ! u l an innocent man!" II
 CHAPTER XIV The former district attorney started slightly. Then, coming still closer he t peered into the tense, angry features r of Barry Houston. t "A bit melodramatic, aren't you?" | he asked in a sneering tone. c "Penhaps so. But then murder is C always melodramatic. c The point is this: l am thinking V of suing the city of Boston for mill l. ion dollars" r You're talking backmail!" lii q beg your pardon. Blackmal is! by which one extorts S money. I'm here to try to give you " at least the promise of it and at the same time allow you to a make up for something that should r weigh rather heavily on your con- ii cience." D If you'll come to the point'
 MT. Worthington, l have con- a incing evidence that you knew I tt vas innocent. Further, that you new it at the beginning of the trial sl
  ou continued to persecute me-no- a Ice, l don't say prosecute-to per ecute me in a hope of gaining a fc onvicton, simply that you might go o efore the voters and point to me in Ii rison as recommendation of your as a district attorney. u ont mind giving you the names: at 'r. Horton, Dr. Mayer and Dr. Bren- a team, all physicians of the highestI equation. l would like, Mr Wor- tn 1ington, to know why yon did not de lake use of them in the trial?" Why" The former district at- WI 'rney suddenly changed his subject You spoke of suit you might bring hen you came in here?" W, Houston waited moment, then ent on. tn But personally, I don't want to file CT le suit. I don't want any money in lat way. I don't want any bribes, or of or statements from you m ye me something. And I'm here to- of ght to ask you for it.'' tel T thought you said you didn't want tn ly bribes." pc T don't. May I ask you what a 'ur margin of profit is at your ma tn inery company" tul T suppose it runs around twelve IT cent"
 ''Then will you please allow me to Ve you twelve thousand dollars in ofits? I'm in the lumber business. to