The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1923-09-20


never been near any of them women"
"Cut 'eIn flat did you? Had bigger
game in view? Well, look out or they'll
soueel on you," sneered the politician.
Sandy's hands clenched as he kept
down his anger.
."My records clean compared to
what yours is. Say, Bradley, don't
you think I'm wise to your doings? II
Kitty can stand you for father, I
guess she can risk me for husband!'
Jim. blinded by passion, struck out
and would have hit Sandy square in
the jaw, had he not ducked and placed
the table between them.
Bradley" he said. breathing hard,
mo fight with you is going to come
between me and Kitty. But tell you
love her; and if she'll have me, I'll
marry her, If have to go to hell for
it,"
$50 this is what / get for all I've
done for your" cried Bradley. "You
sneak, you Largo back to the dives
that you came from. Don't ever let
me see your face again-get out of my
house before get busy on you with
gun!'
Sandy, white with rage, gave a de
risive laugh then moved to the door.
A man in plain clothes stepped in.
closed the door again. and confront
ed him.
Don't move, either of you,' he
said quietly. II guess you gentlemen
both know me-rm Kenny. from CEN
trail officei"
Bradley's teeth clamped on his cigar
butt, and he leaned for support on the
carved oak table.
what do you want here?" he tried
to speak sauvely.
Bradley, at last I've got you for
that Sheep Laughlin murder!' an
nounced the officer. There's no
chance of a getaway--you'd better
come quietly"
The political chief and his aid ex-
changed chances, but neither betray.
ed any emotion.
whats it all about, Sherlock" In
tenposed Sandy, lighting a cigarette
and offering one to the detective.
wen get you for perjury. young
fellow said the officer; you swore
you were talking to Bradley at the
time of the shooting"
'.And / had witnesses to back me-"
retorted O'Connel.
"Cut it out, kid" said the detective.
"Two minutes after the shooting you
were in a flat over the saloon, occu-
pied by a certain fair Cassie-and
Bradley wasn't with you. The lady's
sore at your neglect of her, and has
given up everythingv
''WelI, now you know lot, don't
your" chaffed Sandy.
1--WE got you both pat Bradley,
you're done for" said the detective. !
Jim's fat neck sank deep into his
collar, his eyes bulged. and his whole
frame shook spasmodically.
IT don't know what you've cooked
up, Kenny. You and your gang have
been after me ever since / refused to
back one of your rotten political
frame ups-but-let me-tell you
Jim's speech suddenly faltered, his
nerve left him, fear deep, terrible,
and uncomfortable seemed to possess
him.
Kenny" he cried excitedly, mo
jury'lI send a man to the electric chair
for shooting dog like Sheep Laugh
lin-besides he had gun in his
hand"
"shut up. Boss" commanded San
dy.
There may be no chance of the
hood being slipped on,' snapped the
detective, "but Bradley, you're cooked
sure for Sing Sing
With a roar of defeated rage, Jim
pounded on the table and lei forth a
string of oaths, mingled with vows of
vengeance.
At the height of the outburst, a
voice called from outside.
Mercy, daddy, let me inv hats
the matter?"
Jim gave one sob, then 50 tx in
chair near the table.
Were just talking phi les, Miss
Kitty" Sandy managed to answer.
well be through in minute"
ooh, very WELL" ghe returned,
laughing; ''but it SOUNDED alarming.
though something he happened to
my father"
They heard her hum as she went
back toward the stairway.
my God, this will kill Kitty" Jim
covered his face and cried like a baby.
Give me minute alone with him."
asked Sandy of the detective.
Sure" jeered the officer. II amt
afraid of him committing suicide-he
amt got the nerve. He's gone to
pieces like a softly"
Sandy, alone with Jim, crossed over
and roughly gave him slap on the
shoulder.
Pull yourself together, Bradley"
'T'm innocent,s whined Jim. They'd