Arizona republican., 1922-05-07
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is no one aroun'. Ba'teese, he &C
| through a window. M.sieu Houston
he too will bid. But he will make 1t
| lower"
But what with, Ba'tiste? We
i haven't a mill to saw the stuff. in
the first place. This thing we're set
ting up now couldn't even begin to
turn out the ties alone"
"Ah. oui But the man who is
drowning. he will. what-you- say,
grab at .haystack."
And together they settled to the
making of bid that ran into the
| millions, an overture for a contract
for which they had neither mill, nor
timber. nor fiume. nor resources to
complete!
CHAPTER XII
Time dragged after that. Once
| the bid was on 1t way to Chicago,
there was nothing to do but wait.
December came. February and
then
"Eet Is comel Eet Is GOMEZ" Ba'
tiste, waving his arms wildly, in
spite OF the stuffiness of his heavy
mackinaw. "Eet Is come! / have
open eet--L can not wait. Eet say we
shall have the contract! All, ouii
oui! oui! our
"Eet say five thousand dollars
Gosh. and the rest IN a bond!" came
enthusiastically. from Ba'tiste. "Ba'-
teese, he have the friend in Denver
who will make the bond"
but how about the machinery;
we'll need a hundred thousand dollar
plant before were through. Ba'tiste,"
All" The old French Canadians
jaw dropped Bat have not
think of that"
Tomorrow morning we take the
train to Denver, and from there III
go on to Boston. I'll raise the money
some way"
They went on TO Denver, there to
seek out the few friends Ba'tiste pos
sessed, to argue one of them into a
loan of ten thousand dollars on the
land and trustworthy qualities which
formed the total OF Ba'tiste's re-
sources, to gain from the other the
necessary bond to cover the contract
"a contract which Barry Houston
knew only too we'll might never be
fulfilled.
Came Chicago and the technicali-
ties Of ironing out the final details of
the contract. Then. dealer in mil
lions and the possessor of nothing,
Houston went onward toward Boston
He wandered the aisle of the
sleeper. entered the smoking COM
partment and slumped into a seat in
q far corner. smoking in a detached
manner, often pulling on his cigar
long after lengthy minutes of reflec-
tion had allowed its ashes to cool.
About him the usual conversation
ragged. With sudden interest, Hous-
ton forget his own problems to lis
ten.
Speaking OF gruesome things"
the talker had said, reminds me.
I'm DOCTOR former inferno in Bell
strand Hospital in New York
They've big room on the fifth
floor where somebody is always dis
secting. One Sunday night hap
pened to look in and saw man in
there. numbering another one with
wooden mallet."
Numbering hin?' The doctor
laughed.
''Well I should have said, acting
out a murder. You can't very well
murder a dead man. The fellow he
was killing already was corpse.
You mean"
"Just what I'm saying. Pretty
big doctors, / learned. ell from Bos-
ton. They had taken a cadver from
the refrigerator and stood It in a
certain position. Then the one man
had struck 1t on the head with the
mallet with all the force he could
summon. or course 1t knocked the
corpse down-I'm telling you, it was
gruesome, even to an interne The
last / saw Of them. the doctors were
working with their microscopes
evidently to see what effect the blow
had produced"
What was the idea?''
Never found out. You see. op-
carrying out experiments and trying
to keep the other fellow from know
ing what's going on"
'You-you don't know who the |
men were?" Houston. forcing him.
self to be casual, had asked the |
question. The young doctor shook |
his head.
"No--exoept that they were from
Boston. I suppose the other man !
was a district attorney"
You never learned with what |
murder case 1t was connected?"
mo-
Pardon me for asking. IL
come. from Boston and was trying to
recall Sucn a. case. You QOnL re-
member what time of the year 1t
was. or how long ago?"
YES, I do. 1t was in the summer,
along about two or two and half
years ago"
Houston slumped back into his
corner
But once in his berth. the picture
continued to rise before him of a
man killing" another with a mallet.
Had it been Worthington, the deter
mined, over4zeal0us district attorney
who had struggled to send him to the
penitentiary for life? Yet--if that
had been Worthington, If those ex-
perts had found evidence against
him
Why had this daming evidence
not been used against him?
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