New Britain herald., 1927-11-19

unaware of your suspicious A fine
 dirty sport you are,"
 Vance leaned forward.
 You fool.' His voice was very
 low, but it cut like a whip. Cant
 you see he's your friend, and is
 asking you these questions in a last
 desp p'rate hope that you're not
 guilty"
 The Major swung round on him
 hotly.
 Keep out of this-you damned
 sissy"
 "Oh, quite" murmured Vance.
 And as for you, ,'--he pointed q
 quivering finger at Markham-"Jll
 make you sweat for this. ."
 Nituperation and profanity poured from the man. His nostrils were ey-
 banded, his eyes blazing. His wrath
 seemed to surpass all human 1 bounds: he was like a person in an | apoplectic fit--contorted, repulsive, inSenSate.
 Markham sat through it pa tiently. his head resting on his hands. his eyes closed.
 When, at length. the Majors rage became inarticulate, he looked up and nodded to Heath. It was the signal the detective had been watching for.
 But before Heath could make a move, the Major sprang to his feet. With the motion of rising he swung his body swiftly about. and brought 1, his fist against Heath's face with | terrific impact. The Sergeant went backward in his chair. and lay on the floor dazed
 Phelps leaped forward. crouch ing; but the Majors knee shot up ward and caught him in the lower abdomen. He sank to the floor, where he rolled back and forth, groaning.
 The Major then turned on Mark ham. His eyes were glaring like a maniac's, and his lips were drawn lack. His nostrils dilated with each stertorous breath. His shoul- ders were hunched. and his arms hung away from his body. his fin gers rigidly fleXed. His attitude was the embodiment of a terrific malignity.
 ''Eou're next" The words. gut Iural and venomous, were like snarl.
 AS he spoke he sprang forward
 Vance, who had sat quietly dur ng the melee, looking on with half slosed eyes and smoking indolently. low stepped sharply around the end )f the table.
 His arms shot forward With 'nc hand he caught the Majors fight wrist: with the other he ;rasped the elbow. Then he seemed o fall back with a swift pivotal notion. The Majors pinioncd arm { vas twisted upwarl behind his y houldcr-blades. There was a cry { # pain and the man suddenly re- aNed in Nancc's grip.
 By this time Heath had recov- red. He scrambled quickly to his eet and stepped up. There was the l lick of handcuffs. and the Major 1 ropped heavily into chair. where l le sat moving his shoulder back i nd forth painfully. 1
 "Tts nothing serious" Vance told im. "The capsular ligament is orn q little, Itll be all right in 2 CIV days" ?
 Heath cam" forward and. with ? ut q word, held out his hand to 2 -ance. The action was at once an 2, pology and a tribute. liked Heath 2; or t. ., When he and his prisoner had 3( one. and Phelps had been assisted ito an easy chair. Markham put g. is hand an Nancc's arm 3; "Lct's get away" he said. I'm 3t one up." 3t
 (Thursday, June %: 9 p. m.> 3! That same evening. after Turk 4( h bath and dinner Markham, 4 i'm and weary. and Vance, bland f; 1d debonair, and myself were sit A ng together in the alcove Of the i5 urNcsant Clubs lOungc-room.
 We had smoked in silence for i ilf an hour or more. when Vance, 2 } if giving articulation 10 his 3 ought, remarked: And it's stubborn. unimag'na- vc chaps like Heath who consti- 6 te the human barraee between !" criminal and society! Sad, d." 9 "W" have no Napolcons today" 10 arlham observed. And if we 'd they'd probably not be detec- 13 'cs" lG "Rut even should they have 17 arnings toward that profession" 20 i'd Vance. they would be rejected q their physical measurements 23 "As I understand it, your police 25 an are chosen by their height 27 q weight: they must meet cer- 2S n requirements as 10 hoft-as g ough th" only crimes they had 34.