Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-04-29

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;
well need a hundred -thousand-dollar
plant before we're through. Ba'tiste."
"Ah!" The old French-Canadian's
jaw dropped. "Ba'teese have not
think of that"
Tomorrow morning we take the
train to Denver. and from there IN
go on to Boston. Ill raise the
money some way"
They went on to Denver, there to
seek out the few friends Ba'tiste pos
sessed. to argue n of them into q
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 Harry Houston
knew only toe well 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 Bos-
ton.
He wandered the aisle of the
sleeper, entered the smoking COM
partment and slumped into a seat in
a far corner, smoking in a detached
manner. often pulling on his cigar
long and after lengthy minutes of re-
Election had allowed its ashes to cool.
About him the usual conversation
ranged. With sudden interest, Hous-
ton forgot his W problems to lis
ten.
Speaking Of gruesome things"
the talker had said. reminds me.
I'm a doctor, former inferno in Bell
strand Hospital in New York.
They've a big room on the fifth
floor where somebody is always dis
secting. One Sunday night l hap
pened to look in and saw a man in
there, numbering another one with a
wooden mallet."
Numbering him?" The doctor
laughed.
well, I should have said. acting
out a murder. You can't very well
murder a dead a The fellow he
was killing already was a corpse.
You
Just what I'm saying. Pretty
big doctors. I learned, all from Bos-
ton. They had taken a cadaver from
the refrigerator and stood it in a
certain position. Then the one man
had struck it on the head with the
mallet with all the force he could
summon. or u it knocked the
corpse down-I'm telling you, 1t was
gruesome, even to an interne! The
last I 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. OPP
posite sides in a trial are always
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-except that they were from
Boston. 1 suppose the other man
was a district attorney"
You never learned with what
murder cas- it was connected 2"
NO"
Pardon me for asking. IL
come from Boston and was trying to
recall such a case. You don't re-
member what time of the year it
was. or how long ago."
Eyes, I do. 1t was in the summer,
along about two or two and a 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 de-
termined, o~ver-zealous district attor-
ney. who had struggled to send him
to h penitentiary for life? Yet
il that had been Worthington, If
those experts had found evidence
against him
Why had this damning evidence
not been used against him?
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