The Detroit tribune. (Detroit, Mich.) 1935-1966, 1941-08-02


ed. "our raids have failed In GER
tain parts OF the town. have learn
ltl why, this dirty dives seem 4
grow and prosper. ! have learned
also the reason why the citizens ar,
getting one OF the rawest deal:
ever perpetrated on trustini
public why their supposedly trus
worthy officials are selling then
out" he looked them over con.
temptuously. I've held my hand on
the whole pack OF you--hoping &c
clean up the mess without hurting
the people who have elected you
as their leaders. but this Berkshire
deal Is too raw. The we'll TODD have
no doubt creased your ditry palms
with silver; we'll these poor kids
haven't the silver but they're going
10 have their school II have 10
send every damn one OF you 10 state
prison. have proof gentlemen
UNREASONABLE proof-whats the
word
A profound silence made the
labored breathing OF the men sound
clarion-like In the closed room.
We'll, Northumberland smil-
ed
The Mayors neat stare gave way
to a shrug Of the shoulders as he
said You're doing the taking
Yes. hut its now your turn
this is the question period. DO get
the SCHOOL,
Blandon as II unable to stand
the strain longer. blurted out "hell's
bells. Conrad. you can't get away
with this-I don't believe you have
proof Of anything he was chew
in sayagely on an unlighted cigar
as he strobe over TO Philip and
shook his finger in his face. You're
crazy II you think you can make
me lay down and play dead"
Philip pushed his hand away dis
dainfully. You went 10 lay a lit
tie wager on that? Now listen" he
almosthissed the words III you
gentlemen don't make favorable
decision on that school tonight be-
foge leaving this room. the morning
press Will carry some mighty in
tercsilne news. with dates-names
contract and everything. Now YOU
gentlemen can be stubborn and call
my hand. | give you until morning
good night" Philip left the room
Ranked by stares OF fear and hate.
Philips footsteps died away be-
fore anyone spoke.
Then Commissioner Blandon ex-
ploded. I'll be damned II I'll stand
for this-the rest OF you can fall in
line with that stuff he's trying 10
pull--ii's just bluff"
Well | don't want to risk fed
eral prison calling his bluff. II he
wants the damn school let him have
II He's certainly got ms in the mid
die. He can let us drown II We
can't come across. The Mayor
LOGGED At his colleagues, waiting for
their opinion.
There's little use OF arguing
about tive know he's in a posi-
ton 10 make us dance TO his own
band
And prisons are distateful TO
me- said the councilman.
Blandon. his face red with anger
took several turns around the room.
The trouble with this outfit is lack
OF nerve-guts, that's what YOU
need"
We'll sneered the Mayor. III
you've got so much. you take the
rap--I'm giving in"
Chapter a.
The opinion OF the crowd that at
tended the trial Of Madeline Day.
was that Philip Conrad. the hot
tempered prosecutor. was not Civ
ing his usual spirited performance
He appeared listless, disinterested
they said.
Could they have known OF thu
awful turmoil into which his life
had been thrown--could they have
witnessed the long hours OF tor
tureed pacing back and forth IN
his room. II wasn't 10 them the
opportunity 10 know the burning
ache in his heart that made his
eyes. usually sharp and penetrating.
dull and tired. Many questions
would have been answered had they
known the story.
The second day OF the trial
brought still bigger crowd. They
overlooked into the wide corridors.
The court room seems was the
same as the first day.
Philip and Dale were seated al
the counsel table-Barry sitting
with the reporters at another table
nearby. Just a few feet away from
who with Mrs. Davis, the
jail matron. sat like a wooden doll
in the prisoners chair.
Judge Pemberton was seated on
the bench. seemingly unmoved by
the large crowd as he talked with |
the court clerk.
The stenographcr sat with hands
poised over her typewriter.
On one OF the front row. Of seats.
Fay Wallberg. dressed IN black
touches OF white on hat and dress
sat nervously clasping her large
black purse. She was quite pale.
so.
The second day Of the trial "The
People versus Day" was under way
with the rapping OF the clerks |
gavel.
The whispering and showing |
among the crowd ceased and q
tense hush settled over the room |
as the name Of Peter Dean echoed
thru the court room.
Peter faced the court with a
confident smile. Glanced swiftly At |
Fav as be raised his hand for fhe /