Arizona republican., 1922-05-08
(Continued from Our Last 1ssue)
CHAPTER XIII.

(Continued from Our Last lssue)
CHAPTER XIII.
Old Judge Mason. accustomed to
seeing Barry in times of stress, tried
his best to be jovial. -
We'll, boy, what is 1t this time
Money" Houston came olrectIy
what's the money for; running
no. Machinery. I've got to have
4 good, smooth working plant
otherwise l won't be able to live up
10 specifications"
you're not" and the old lawyer
smile. and ] know he'd be glad TO
your dearly beloved friend with the
order, are you ?"
.Who?"
''Worthington."
''The district Attorney
ssThat was. Plutocrat now. He
came into his fathers money and
bought the East Coast Machinery
company. He's president" again the
sni e and know he'd be glad to
have your order"
Houston continued the sarcasm,
.srd he overjoyed to give it to him.
In fact. / think I'd refuse to buy any
machinery if 1 couldn't get it from
such a dear friend as Worthington
was. 1t wasn't his fault that wasn't
sent to the penitentiary."
NO. that's right, boy" Old Law
YER Mason was quietly reminiscent.
aHe tried his best. 1t seemed to me
in those days he was more of per-
secutor than prosecutor.
Lets forget it." Houston laughed
uneasily. "A prosecutor.
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 along
Seventh avenue toward Bellstrand
Hospital There he sought the exec
utive 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
excitement and bend closer to
closely written page.
August second he read, 'Kilbane
Worthington, district attorney, Bos-
ton. Mass. Acc. by Drs. Horton,
Mayer and Brensteam. Investigations
into the effect of blows on skull.
Eight cadavers."
With fingers that were almost
frenzied. Houston copied the nota-
ton, closed the book and hurried
again for a taxicab. 1t vet was only
nine o'clock If the traffic were not
TOO thick, if the driver were skillful-
He raced through the gate at
Grand Central just as it was closing.
It was night when he reached Bos-
ton. but Houston did not hesitate. A
glance at a telephone book, another
rocking ride in taxicab, and Barry
stood on the yeranda of a large
house, awaiting the answer to his
ring at the bell. Finally 1t came.
'Mr. Worthington," he demanded.
Kilbane Worthington was seated
at the large table, much in the man
ner which he had affected in court
"Well.'' he asked somewhat
brusquely, may I inquire"
MY name is Barry Houston, son
of the late William X. Houston. You
and / 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
penitentiary for life when you knew,
absolutely and thoroughly, that.I was
an innocent mani"
CHAPTER XIV.
The former district attorney
started slightly. Then, coming still
closer, he peered into the tense, angry
features of Barry Houston.
"A bit melodramatic, aren't you?"
he asked in a sneering tone
Perhaps so. But then murder is
always melodramatic.
1.-The point is this. I am thinking
of suing the city of Boston for mill
ion dollars"
You're talking blackmail."
Il beg your pardon. Blackmail is
something by which one extorts
to IN
money-or at least the promise of 1t
-and at the same time allow you to
make up for something that should
weigh rather heavily on your con-
science"
IF you'll come to the point"
Mr.. Worthington, have conyinc-
ing evidence that you knew / was
innocent Further, that you knew 1t
at the beginning of the trial. But
that in spite of this knowledge you
continued to persecute me-notice,
don't say prosecute-to persecute me
in a hope of gaining a conviction,
simply that you might go before the
voters and point to me in prison as a
recommendation of your efficiency as
a district attorney. l don't mind
giving you the names: DR.. Horton.
Dr. Mayer and DR. Brensstream. all
physicians of the highest reputation.
I would like. Mr. Worthington, to
know why you did not make use of
them in the trial?''
why" The former district at
torney suddenly changed the subject
You spoke of a spit you might bring
when you came in here?"
Houston waited for a moment. then
went on:
But, personally, don't want to
file the suit l don't want any money