The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-09-01
CHAPTER lv-Contlnusd.

with side glance at Myers. "Got any
sort of special pull in Clayton"
Enough to put the lid on you"
swell. l guess you won't be going
into Clayton yet WHILE" jeered Pc
ters. you're coming back to the Pas
with us and Joe."
Wilton realized that Myers had
come up quietly upon the other side
Of him. He had the bewildered feeling
Of being in trap.
"What the devil do you mean by
that?" he shouted.
The sergeant thrust his face for
ward into his own, grlnnlnge ma
liciously.
"It means that arrest you for the
wilful murder Of Joe Bostock," he an
swered. "And I warn you, In the
kings name, that any statement you
make will he used against you"
At the same moment Wilton felt the
touch of steel against his right wrist,
and swung his hand free just In time
to avoid the snap Of the handcuff.
Looking at Sergeant Peters after the
instant's sideward glance, he found
himself covered by the heavy, regula-
ton As Colt. Before he could stir,
Myers had seized him from behind and
made violent effort to slip the hand
cuff upon his wrist.
Wilton heard Molly scream. Tho
girl came running out Of the room
with her hair tumbling about her
shoulders. and caught at Myers arm.
The N.caretaker started toward them,
still holding the frying pan, in which
he was cooking the potatoes, his face
working with rage.
"You d--n foolsw he shouted, laps
ing into his vernacular In his excite
ment, "you got It all wrongl Mr.. Car
ruthers was Joe's best friend. SO that
was your game when you come here last
night, eh? You'll get broke for this
yob already. both Of you fellers, tell
you"
Molly was grasping at Myers hand
as the constable still fumbled nerv-
ously with the handcuff. won't you
men listen to common sensef" she
cried. "Mr. Carruthers is the chief
engineer Of the line. All his interests
are bound up with 1t. Why should he
want to murder Joe7 He was Joe's
best friend. Everyone in Clayton can
tell you that. Why, he risked his own
life to save himl Somebody's put
you on the wrong track. They're try
ing to make use Of you to keep him
out Of the way while they ruin the
line. And you'll pay for your mistake,
that's surel"
And, with frenzied desperation, she
succeeded in pushing Myers away
from Wilton, 'and interposed between
him and the sergeant, whose revolver
pointed steadily at his forehead.
Peters scowled viciously at her.
"You can tell all that at the inquest"
he snapped. i've got orders to bring
you In, too. Get out Of the way"
At that the superhuman tension that
held Wilton's rage in bounds seemed
to snap. His ears were ringing, and a
spotted mist fioated before his eyes.
Through this he saw Peters an infinite
distance away, the revolver, now hard
ly larger than a pencil, pointing at his
mead. Behind the sergeant he saw An
dersen, doll-like figure with q toy
pan In his hand. He leaped at Peters,
heard the weapon discharged, and was
conscious of the sting Of powder on
his forehead and q commotion In his
hair.
Peters had shot to kill, but the
weapon, the least BIT diverted by Mol
iy's Intervention, had been re-aimed
at wilton's forehead little hurriediy,
and he had forgotten that the strong
ammunition, of which complaint had
frequently been made by the police su-
perintendents, was apt to throw the
bullet high at short distances.
wilton shot his uninjured arm for
ward with vicious swing that caught
the sergeant on the cheek and sent
him staggering backward. But the
force Of the blow, communicated to
Wilton's LETT shoulder, wrenched the
wound and forced groan Of pain
from HE lipa Peters reelsA Segained