The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-06-28
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groped in her mind for the key to his
terror. What could it he that lie was
afraid Clay had told her? What was
it they all knew except Lipdsays
friends? And why, since Clarendon
was trembling lest it be discovered,
should the AriZOnan, too, join the con-
spiracy of silence? At any rate she
would not uncover her hand.
He told lis several things" she said
significantly. you've got to make open
confession, Clary."
The ex-pugilist chewed his cigar and
looked Mt her.
"What would he confess? That the
man with him murdered Collins?"
That's not true," said the girl
quickly.
$50 Lindsay's your friend, ell? Diff
ferent here, MISS" Jerry pieced to-
gether what the, clubman had told him
as.d what he had since learned ab0a1t
her He knew that this must be the
girl to whom his host was engaged.
"How about you, Bromfield?" he
Sneered.
The clubman stiffened. 1--WE nothing
against Mr.. Lindsay"
Thought you had"
"Of course he hasn't. Why should
hep" asked Beatrice, backing up Clar-
cndOn.
Durand looked Mt her with II bold III
science that was an insult. His eyes
moved up and down the long. slim
curves of her figure. II expect he could
find handsome rcas0l If j. l"''loI
around for it. miss
The girls father clencieu MS ns1. a
flush of anger swept his ruddy cheeks.
He held himself. however, to the sub
ject.
"You forget, Mr.. Durand, that Lind
say was his guest last night"
.Jerry's laugh was IL cOntemptuous
teer. "That's right. I'd forgot that. He
was your guest, wasn't he, Bromtield?"
"What's the good of discussing 1t
here?" asked the tortured host.
mot a Bit" admitted Whitford. "Ac-
lions talk, not words. Have you seen
the police yet, Bromfield?"
"N-not YETI
"Whats he gonna see the pol -
abOut?" Jerry wanted to know, his cl{4
jutting out.
"To tell them that he saw Collins
draw gun and heard shots fred re-
torted the mining man Instantly.
mot what he's been telIin' me. He'll
not pull any such story-nOt 1lnless lie
wants to put himself in cellAfor life"
'ralk sense. You can't brighten
Bromfield. He knows that's foolish
ness"
"Does he?" The crook turned de-
risive eyes on the victim he was tor
turing.
Certainly the society man did not
look picture of confidence. The
shadow of a heavy fear hung over him.
The telephone rang. Bromtields
trembling fingers picked up the trans
mitter. He listened moment, then
turned it over to Beatrice.
"For you"
Her part Of the conversation was
limited. 1t consisted Of the word
Eyes" repeated ut intervals and con-
Guiding. "Oh, I'm so glad. Thank you"
Her eyes were sparkling when she
hung up.
GOOD news, dad" she said. 9TH tell
you later
Durand laughed brutally as he rose.
"GOOd news. CHI? Get All you can.
You'll need It, Take that from me. 1t IS
straight Your friends in trouble up to
the neck" He staggered to the door
and turned. Don't forget, BrOmtield.
Keep outa this or you'll be sorry" His
voice was like the crack Oft trainers
whip to animals in a circus.
For once Bromfield did not jump
through the hoop. "Oh, so totthe devil"
he said in irritation, flushing angrlly.
Better not get gay within me-" I'D.
vised Durand sourly.
After the door had closed On him
there was a momentary pause. The
younger man spoke awkwardly. "You
can tell me now what it was Mr.lL Lind.
say told you"
"We'd like to know for sure whether
you're with us or with DuraMl." said
Whitford mildly. "Of course we know
the answer to that. You're with us.
But we want to hear you say II, fiat.
foot"
"Of course I'm with you. That is,
I'd like toibe. But don't want to get
into trouble, Mr.. Whitford. Can you
blame me for that?"
You wouldn't get into trouble" ar
gued the mine owner impatiently. ~
keep telling you that"
Beatrice, watchingathe younger man
closely, saw as in a flash the solution
of this mystery-the explanation of the
tange to which various scattered
threads had been leading her.
"Are you sure Of that. dad?"
"How could he be hurt, Bee?'
The girl let Bromtield have it straight
from the shoulder. Because Ti"-'
didn't kill that man Collins. Clarendon
did It."
MY G., you know!" he cried,
ashen-faced. HE told you"
No, he didn't tell us. For some req.
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