Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-09-12

Stafford. Strip this mummery from
me If you can.
While shaking hands Stafford King
tore off the black cloak and flung it
under the bed. -,
Now" sad Sir Stanley weakly,
"you can introduce me to the provin-
cial police as the head of our depart
mpnt and you can keep my secret, Stat
ford-if you will"
! Stafford laid his hand upon Sir
Staney's.
! II told my solicitor Stanley
/ spoke with dificuty-"to Civ" you
letter in case--in case anything hap
pencd. know | haven't played the
game as I should. | ought to have
resigned years ago when l found what
had happened to my poor boy. was
chief of police in one Of the provinces
Of India at the time, but they wouIdn
let me 90. came to Scotland lard
and was promoted. No, haven't
played the game MS I should with the
department. And yet perhaps | have
He did not speak for some time.
His breathing was growing fainter
and fainter. and when Stafford asked
him. he said he was in no pain.
II had to deceive you" he said after
while; Il had 10 pretend that Jack
o Judgment called on me. too. That
was to take suspicion from your-Miss
Whte.' He smiled. 'NO; l haven
played the game. stood for the law,
and yeti broke that gang. which the
law could not touch ! broke them
broke them 49, he whispered. II
Boundary hadn't known me should
have been gone before you came, and
resigned tomorrow. he said but he
must have discovered the boys name
| wonder he hadn't tried before.
smashed them; didn't !. Stafford? Il
cost me thousands. | have committed
almost every kind Of crime. robbie
the diamond smiths but you mus
give me your word you will never tell
Philiopolis must suffer. They mus
all be punished.
Stafford had sent The police from
the room. but the police. surgeon woulr
not be denied. He had the sense Il
soc that nothing could be done for the
dying man, however. and that n chang
Of position would probably hasten the
end. He, too. left him alone with
King.
Stafford. have quite a lot OF
money said the first commissioner
lit is yours. There's will-yours.
Then he ceased TO speak. and Stat
ford thought that the end had come
but did not dare move in case he were
mistaken. After five minutes the man
in his arms stirred slightly. and his
voice sounded strangely clear and
strong.
"Gregory. my boy Good old Greg
ory Fathers here. old man ,,'
His voice died away to a rumble and
then - murmUr.
The Gears were running down Stat
ford'S face. He SenSed all the tragedy.
all the loneliness of this man who had
offered so cheerful n face to the world
Then Sir Stanley struggled to draw
himself to his feet and Stafford held
him.
"Gontly. sir, gently" he said
"you're only hurting yourself"
The dying man laughed. 1t was q
little shrill chuckle Of merriment, anG
Staffnrd's 5 blood ran cold.
Here | am, poor old Jack o Judg
mert Little old Jack o Judgment
Give me the lives you took and I'll,
Jack o Judgment-Jack O Juds
ment,'
They were his last words.
\ year later First Commissioner 81,
Stafford King received letter from
South America. 1t contained nothin,
hut photograph-of a very good
looking man and a singularly prett,
woman. who held In her lap yer.
tiny baby.
Here Is the last of the Boundar
gang said Sir Stafford to Maisie
1t is the one happy ending that hn
emerged from so much misery and evil.
Why. it is Lollic Marsh'
lIOllic Crewc. I think her name
, now" said Stafford. 1T was quec
, how Sir Stanley recognized the on
human members of The gang"
Then they got away after allf'
said the girl "l'vc often wondere
what happened at that aerodrome
Stafford laughed.
! "Oh, yes" he said dryly, they go