Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-08-12

Its that man Durand. He's don,
and q way to prove tiay didn't d
Maybe. in self-defense-
Beatrice pVehed back her, father.
hesitant suggestion, and even Will.
she did it a wave sof dread swept ovei
her. The decd man was the sam.
criminal Slim tGoll!ns whom, theAcat.
tlernan a threatened in order II
protect the Millikan girl. The racti
that the man had been struck dowr
by a chair and that her friend claim,
ed. according to the paper, that thu
gunman had fired two shots buttress.
ed the solution offered by sWhltford
But the horror Of it was too strong
for her. Against reason her sou
killed the man. It was too horrible
too CHASTITY, that through. the fault.
OF others he should be put in such 8
situation. !,
And why should her friend be In
such a place unless he had beer
trapped to ruin him? She knew he
had a contempt for men who wasted
their energies in futile diss' pations
tHe was too clean. too much a Q OF
thing about the low pleasures 81 in.
decent and furtive vice. He was the
last man she knew likely to be found
enjoying a den of this sort.
dad, I'm gong to him." she an
nounced, with crisp decision,
Her father offered no protest. Hif
IMPULSE, too. was to stand by the
friend In need. He had no doubt Clay
had killed the man, but he had a
sure conviction 1t had been done In
se1f-defense. sas
Well get the best lawyers in New
York for him honey" he said. mo
body will slip anything over on Lind
say II we can help it,"
Will they let us see him: Or
shall we have to get permission from
We'll have to get an order. I
know the district attorney. He'll dc
what he can for me, but maybe it'll
take time"
Beatrice rose. strong again and re-
silent: Her voice was vibrant with
confidence. "Then after you've called
up the district attorney, we'll drive
to Clay's fiat in Harlem and find out
from johnnie what he con tell us.
Perhaps he knows what Clay was do
ing In that place they raided."
It was not necessary to SO to the Runt.
He came to them. AS Beatrice and
her father stepped into the car John
ME and Kitty appeared round the
corner. Both of them had the news
OF a catastrophe written on their
faces. A very little encouragement
and they would be in tears.
Amt it terrible. Miss Beatrice?
They done got Clay at last. After he
made 'em all look like plugged nick
els they done fxed it so he'll mebbe
go to the electric chair and"
Stop that, nonsense, Johnnie or
dered Miss Whitford sharply, pain
stabbing her hear at his words.
Don't begin whining already. We've
got to see him through. Buck up and
tell me what you know" .
That's right. Johnnie" added the
mining man. You and Kitty quit
looking like the Atlantic ocean in dis
tress. We've got to endure the grief
and get busy. Well get Lindsay out
OF this hole all right" 4
You're dawg-goned whistlin'. Y'bet
cha, by jollies!" agreed the Runt,
immensely cheered by whitford's
an We'll sure hop to it, rs
h did you see Clay last? How
did he come to be in that gambling
house? Did he say anything to you
about going there?" The girls ques-
tons tumbled over each other in her
hurry.
"We'n ma'am, it must "a been
~cCSuI AAAC CAOCh LIdL clay lGIL last
night. II recollect because
ut doesn't matter why. Where was
he going?'
ITO meet Mr.. Bromheld at his club,
said Kitty.
Mr.. Bromfeld!" cried Beatrice,
surprised. Are you sure ?" ~
That's what Clay said" corrobor-
invited him. We both noticed it be-
cause it seemed kinda funny, him
and Clay not bein'-'
Johnnie" his wife r%eproved, mind
fu1 OF h relationship between this
young woman and the clubman.
Did he say which club?"
Seems to- me he didn't, not as I
remember. How about that, Kitty"
|, mo. I'm sure he didn't. He said
he wouldn't be back early. So he
went to, bed. We s'posed after we
got up this Ino'nin' he was sleepin' in
his ROOM, till the paper come and I
looked at it." Johnnie gave way to
lament. II told him awhile ago he
had orto go back to Arizona or they'd
git him. And now they've gone and
done\ it sure enough"
Keen as a hawk on the hunt. Bea-
trice turned to her father quickly.
phone. He'll Know all about it"
Because he was with Clay. He's
the ma the paper says the police are
looking for-the man with Clay when
it happened"
Her fathers eyes Lit. That's good
guessing, Bee"
1t was her fance's man who an
swered the girls call. She learned
that Clarendon was still in his room.
Hes quite sick this morning,
miss" the valet added.
Tell him I want to talk with him.
It's important"
IT don't think, miss. that he's able
win you please tell him what I
Presently the voice Of Bromfeld,
thin and worried. came to her over
the wire. I'm i'll, Bee. Absolutely
done up. IL can't talk"
Tell me about Clay Lindsay. Were
you with him when-when it hap
There was a ~perceptible pause be-
fore the answer came.
with him? ?" She could feel his ter
ror throbbing over the wire. Though
she could not see him., she knew her
question had stricken him white.
with him where?"
A this gambling house - Mad
dock's?"
mo, I-I-Bee, I tell you I'm ILL.,"
He went out last night to Join you
at your club. I know that. When
did you see him last?"
I've 4didn't-he didn't come"
Then you didn't see him at ALP
There was another pause, s!gnih-
cant and telling, followed by 4 quiv-
ering MOO"
"clary. I want to SEQ copyright
away"
I'm Ill, I tell you-can't leave my
bed" He CAV a groan too genuine
to doubt.