The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1925-11-20

with misglvings. Somehow Judge
Scott had not impressed me a.
very capable.
He had $4,000 available. and
/ 4 felt that, with that sum al
most any lawyer should be able
to get my case Strengthened out
provided he would give his
whole time and attention to IL
for two or three days.
The loss IN the banks ] hRd
figured was little less than
$1,000. That could be refunded
leaving ST 500 for bail, lawyers
fees, travelling expenses etc.
returned to my cell. and week
passed.
Every hour during that long
week / was listening for my name
to be called, but heard absolutely
nothing. e
Then came = letter from Mildred
in which she stated they had
tried to get various friends And &C
Quafnfances to go my bond, but
without success. That exaspera1ed
me. Il had not been necessary
to 10 toI anyone, Three hundred
dollars III cash would have settled
the bail matter. couldn't I'M
derstand their actions. Despite q
fight against the thought I be-
came possessed OF the idea that
was to be abandOne that the
money which had been received
for my defense was not to be ap-
piled that way at all.
suppose that week OF awful
suspense was responsible for my
state OF mind. In desperation !
slmuggled q letter from the jail,
addressed to my friend Cobb. In
Boston, telling him OF my predica-
ment and asking him to wire me
$500 an bail money.
In writing to Cobb for 5000 I was
Of course Obliged to give the name
Arthur Townsend, and caution
him not to let my true name get
out. On receiving that letter Cobb
couldn't believe was actually in
Jail. From what happened in
fer he imagined someone was try
ing to work him" for $500. using
nv names
Much to my disappointment. IL
not CONSERVATION. the days passed
and did not hear from him.
couldn't admit that he would re-
fuse to help me. His last words
when / had parted with him in
Boston years before were that If I
ever needed friend to be sure to
call on him.
Then, after l had been in jail
about three weeks. all the time
chatting and fretting at the dead
ly inaction, was one morning
taken down to the rotunda,
where the head jailer left me
with two strange men, stating
they wished to see me. One Of
these men produced card and
handed it to me. It showed his
name and the words, "aouston
Manager, Pinkerton Detective
Service" I couldn't suppress a.
start of surprise. The Burns
Detective Agency was protecting
the banks involved in my case,
and 1 had been arrested by a
Burns man. What did this Pink.
erton man want with me; and
who was his cynical-looking COM
panion. to whom he failed to in
troduce me? / regarded the two
quizzically.
We're here in a friendly capa.
city," said the one who had given
me the card. I'VE merely want
to ask you a few questions. -
I didn't like that statement; 1t
didn't sound true to me. If the
mission was friendly, why not
tell me what it was?
Isn't your name Lowrie
Donald Lowrie?" / was asked
with awful suddenness.
''Lowrie?" 1 queried. why,
no; my names Townsend. What
makes you ask that?''
Both men smiled disdainfully.
1t was apparent they knew who
was. Their attitude incensed
me. So long as didn't know
positively that they meant me
good instead Of harm / would
not commit myself. Their claim
of friendship was not borne .out
by their manner. There was
latent antagonism.
Its rally to your own benefit
that we should know" said the
firstman, 'but of course we can't
make you say you're Lowrie it
you won't do it,
1 chung to the assertion that my
name was Townsend, and they fin
ally left me.
Go Be Continued Tomorrow