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sidy entered "Then I‘ll charge them both with the murder," ‘the inspector growled vindictively. "And, by â€"â€", they‘ll both go to trial unless somebody comes through. Ti #t‘s my last act on earth, I‘m going to get the man who shot Eddie Griggs." § "I got the factory at Hartford on the wire," he explained. "and they gave me Mr. Maxim hbhimself. He said this was surely a special gun, which was made for the use of Henry Sylvester, one of the professors at Yale. He wanted it for demonstration purposes. Mr. Maxim said the things have never been put on the market, and that they never will be. 1 got this man, Syiâ€" vester," Cassidy went on, ‘"on the phone too. He says that his bhouse was robbed about eight weeks ago, and among other things the silencer was stolen." "Is there any chance that young Gilâ€" der did shoot Griggs?" asked Demerâ€" est. "You can search me!"‘ the inspector answered. "My men were just outside the door of the room where Eddie Griggs was shot to death, and none of ‘em heard a sound. It‘s that infernal silencer thing. Of course, I know that all the gang was in the house." "Did you see them go in?" "No, I didn‘t, but Griggs"â€" $ "Griggs is dead, Burke. You‘re up against it. You can‘t prove that Garâ€" son or Chicago Red or Dacey ever enâ€" tered that house." Burke, after the lawyer had left him watched the door expectantly for the coming of Aggie Lynch, whom he had ordered brought before him. But when at last Dan appeared and stood aside to permit her passing into the office, the inspector gasped at the unâ€" expectedness of the vision. The next instant the inspector forgot his surâ€" prise in a sincere, almost ardent admiâ€" ration. "You can‘t question her on the witâ€" ness stand. The law doesn‘t allow you to make a wife testify against her husâ€" band. No, Burke, your only chance of getting the murderer of Griggs is by a confession." The girl was rather short, but of a slender elegance of form that was rayâ€" ishing. Her costume had about it an indubitable air, a finality of perfecâ€" tion in its kind. On another it might bhave appeared perhaps the merest triâ€" fle garish. But that fault was made into a virtue by the correcting innoâ€" ence of the girl‘s face. It was a child. ish face, childish in the exquisite smoothness of the soft, pink skin, childâ€" ish in the wondering stare of the blue eyes, now so widely opened in dismay, childish in the wistful drooping of the rosebud mouth. "Well, then, I‘ll charge young Gilder with murder and call the Turner woâ€" man as a witness." "Wait a minute!" Burke remonstratâ€" ed. "Wait a minute!" "You wait!" she cried violently. ‘"*You just wait, I tell you, until my papa hears of this!" "Who is your papa?" "I shan‘t tell you," came the petuâ€" lant retort from the girl. "You would probably give my name to the reportâ€" ers. If it ever got into the newspaâ€" pers my family would die of shame!" "Now, the easiest way out for both of us is for you to tell me just who you are. You see, young lady, you "Now, then, my girl,"‘ Burke said roughly, "I want to know"â€" There came a change, wrought in the twinkling of an eye. The tiny, trimly shod foot of the girl rose and fell in a wrathful stamp. + "What do you mean by this outâ€" rage?‘ she stormed. Her voice was ow and rich, with a charming roundâ€" ness that seemed the very hallmark of gentility. "I demand my instant re lease." «seoramameine mnan on exenerreonisdcnos Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. company. By MARVIN DANA FROM THE PLAY OF BAYARD VEILLER Place Your Order Now sCOTT & SANGSTER WITHIN THE LAW You will be wanting a new fruit dray next spring? Then why not come and give us your order now, and thus be sure of getting your dray on time. Don‘t put off till the last moment. Our horse shoeing departâ€" ment was never in better shape to attend to your wants. We can stop those horses from interfering immediately, if you just let us have a chance at him. Who Shot Griggs? OR a few minutes longer the two men discussed the details of the crime, theorizing over the baffliing event. Then Casâ€" Phone 71 Mountain St. f GRIMSBY, ONT Repairing of all kinds done CHAPTER XVI. "My name is Helen Travers West," she announced. "Not the daughter of the railway president?‘ "Yes," the girl admitted. "Oh, please don‘t tell any one,." she begged prettiâ€" ly. "Surely, sir, you see now quite plainly why it must never be known by any one in all the wide, wide world that 1 bhave ever been brought to this perfectly dreadful placeâ€"though you have been quite nice. Please let me go home." She plucked a minute handkerchief froin her hand bag, put it to her eyes and began to sob quietly. The girl‘s sobs ceased. After a final dab with the minute bhandkerchief she leaned forward a little toward the inâ€" spector and proceeded to put a quesâ€" tion to him with great earnestness. A*‘That‘s all right, little lady," he exâ€" claimed cheerfully. ‘"Now, don‘t you be worried, not a little bit. Take it from me, Miss West. Just go ahead and tell me all you know about this Turner woman. Did you see her yesâ€" terday ? The burly inspector of police w moved to quick sympathy. "You should have told me all about this horrid thing in the first place." Now the girl‘s mauner was transform:â€" ed. She smiled wistfully on the inâ€" spector and spoke with a simplicity that was peculiarly potent in its effect on the official. Here the speech ended abruptly, and once again the. handkerchief was brought into play as the sobbing broke forth with increased violence. Presâ€" ently the girl‘s voice rose in a walil. *"*You see, young lady, the fact is that even if you were introduced to Miss Turner by young Mr. Gilder this same Mary Turner herself is an exâ€"convict, and she‘s just been arrested for mur der." "Murder!‘"‘ the girl gasped. ‘"‘Yes. You see, if there‘s a mistake about you you don‘t want it to go any furtherâ€"not a mite further, that‘s sure. Bo, you see, now, that‘s one of the reaâ€" sons why I must know just who you are." Burke felt himself vaguely guilty as the cause of such suffering on the part of one so young, so fair, so innocent. But his well meant attempt to assuage the stricken creature‘s woe was futile. The sobbing continued. "I‘m afraid!" the girl asserted disâ€" mally. "I‘m afraid you willâ€"put meâ€" in a cell!" "Pooh!" Burke returned gallantly. "Why, my dear young lady, nobody in the world could think of you and a cell at the same timeâ€"no, indeed!" "Now, you see," he said in his heavy voice, yet very kindly, "no one has hurt youâ€"not even a little bit, after all. Now, you‘ run right home to your mother." â€" "Oh, this is dreadfulâ€"dreadful!" in the final word the wail broke to a moan. s "Oh, yes! I‘ve only seen her two or three times," came the ready response. "Oh, please, commissioner! Won‘t you let me go home?" The use of a title higher than his own flattered the inspector, and he was moved to graciousness. "Oh, thank you!" "Are you sure you‘ve told me all you know about this woman*?‘ The girl sprang started toward the ravishing smile for at the desk. It was at this moment that Cassidy entered from the opposite side of the office. As his eyes fell on the girl at the door across from him his stolid face lighted in a grin. And, in that same instant of recognition between the two the color went out of the girl‘s face. The little red lips snapped toâ€" gether in a line of supreme disgust against this vicissitude of fate after all her maneuverings in the face of the enemy. "Hello, Aggie," the detective remarkâ€" ed, with a smirk, while the inspector stared from one to the other and his jaw dropped from the stark surprise. "Oh, yes, I‘ve heard of his father and of him too. â€" The girl returned deliberately to the echair she had occupied through the inâ€" terview with the inspector and dropâ€" ped into it weakly. It was after a minute of silence, in which the two men sat staring, that at last she spoke with a savage wrath against the pit into which she had fallen after ber arduous efforts. "Ain‘t that the â€"est luck!" "Cassidy, do you know this woman?‘ asked Burke. *‘"Then you must see at once that you are entirely mistaken in this matter." were found in the house of a notorious crook." "How perfectly absurd! 1 was call ing on Miss Mary Turner!" "How did you come to meet her any how ?" "I was introduced to by Mr. Richard Gilder. bave heard of his father the Einporium." "Sure I do!"‘ came the placid answer. "She‘s little Aggie Lynchâ€"con womâ€" an* from Buffaloâ€"two years for blackâ€" mailâ€"did her time at Burnsing." For a little time there was silence, the while Burke sat staring at the averted face of the girl. Then he set his features grimly, rose from his chair and walked to position directly in the front of the girl, who still reâ€" fused to look in his direction. "On the level, now,‘"‘ the inspector gl up joyously and door, with a final the pleased official Miss Turnetr Perhaps you the owner of as demanded, "when did you see Mary Turner last?" s "Early this morning. We slept toâ€" gether last night because I had the willies. She blew the joint about half past 10." f night. Young woman, you‘d better tell all you know." Burke drew the pistol from his pock: et and extended it toward the girl. "How long has she owned this gun?" be said threateningly. "She didn‘t own it." "Oh, then it‘s Garson‘s!"‘ "I don‘t know whose it is," Aggie reâ€" plied. "I never laid eyes on it till now." "So help me,‘" Aggie continued with the utmost solemnity, "Mary never left the house all night. T‘d swear that‘s the truth on a pile of Bibles a ‘"Have to be higher than that. Mary Turner was arrested just after midâ€" "On the level, when did you see Mary Turner last?" "I don‘t know torted. "What‘s the use of your lying to me? mile high!" "English Eddie was killed with this gun last night. Now, who did it? Come on, now! Who did it? C CHAPTER XVII. The®Trap That Failed. $ the scornful maiden went out of the door under the escort , of Cassidy, Burke bowed galâ€" lantly to her lithe back and blew a kiss from his thick finger tips in mocking reverence for her as an artist in her way. Then when he learned that Edward Gilder hbhad arâ€" rived he ordered that the magnate and the district attorney be admitted and that the son also be sent up from his cell. "I say you‘re a great big stiff! What do you think I am?‘ Aggie wheeled on the detective. "Say, take me out of here. _ T‘d rather be in the cooler than here with him!" "It‘s a bad business, sir,‘ Burke said with hearty sympathy to the shaken father after the formal greetings that follo wed the entrance of the two men. "It‘s a very bad business." "What does be say?‘ Gilder ques tioned. "Nothing!" Burke answered., "That is why I sent for you. I suppose Mr. Demarest has made the situation plain to you." "Yes, he has explained it to me. It‘s a terrible position for my boy. But you‘ll release him at once, won‘t you?" "I can‘t," Burk® replied reluctantly, but bluntly. "You ought not to expect it, Mr. Gilder." "Inspector,‘"* the magnate cried bro kenly, "youâ€"don‘t mean"â€" / The father went forward quickly and caught Dick‘s hands in a mighty grip. P "I mean, Mr. Gilder, that you‘ve got to make him talk. That‘s what I want you to do for all our sakes. Will you?" A minute later Dick, in charge of an officer, was brought into the room. He was pale, a little disheveled from his hours in a cell. "My boy!" he murmured huskily. ‘ voice came with a note of determinaâ€" Then he made a great effort and conâ€" | tion. trolled his emotion to some extent. j "I want to know about my wife. "The inspector tells me,‘"‘ he went on, Where is she?" f "that you‘ve refused to talkâ€"to anâ€"| Burke disregarded the question as swer his questions. f | completely as if it had not been utterâ€" "That wasn‘t wise under the cireumâ€" } ed and went on speaking to the doorâ€" stances," the father remonstrated hbhurâ€" | man, with a suggestion in his words riedly. "However, now, Demarest and i that was effective. "I‘ll do my best," the unbhappy man replied. "That wasn‘t wise under the cireumâ€" stances," the father remonstrated hurâ€" riedly. "However, now, Demarest and I are here to protect your interests, so that you can talk freely. Now, Dick, tell us! Who killed that man? We must know. Tell me." Demarest went a step toward the young man. "Dick, I don‘t want to frighten you, but your position is realâ€" ly dangerous. Your only chance is to speak with perfect frankness. Ipledge you my word I‘m telling the truth. Dick, my boy, I want you to forget that I‘m the district attorney and re member only that I‘m an old friend of yours and of your father‘s who is trying very hard to help you. Surely you can trust me. Now, Dick, tell me: Who shot Griggs?‘ P THE INDEPENDENT, GRIMSBY, ONT. a thing!" Aggie re "You don‘t want to take us for fools, young man,‘"‘ he said, and his big tones rumbled harshly through the room. "If you shot Griggs in mistake for a burâ€" glar why did you try to hide the fact? Why did you pretend to me that you and your wife were alone in the room when you had that there with you, eh? Why didn‘t you call for help? Why didn‘t you call for the police as any honest man would naturally under such cireumstances ?" "I shot Griggs," said the young inan. Demarest realized that his plea had failed, but be made an effort to take the admission at its face value. "Why?‘ he demanded. "Because I thought he was a burâ€" glar'" "Oh, I see!"‘ he said, in a tone of conviction. "Now, let‘s go back a lit tle. Burke says you told him last night that you had persuaded your wife to comeover to the house and join you there. Is that right? "Â¥Y eg." _ 5 "Now, tell me, Dick, just what did hbappen, won‘t you?" room ?" Dick nodded an assent. "And he attacked you?‘ There came another nod of affirmaâ€" tion. ' "And there was a struggle?‘ "Yeg." ‘"And you shot him?" “Yes.” "Then, where did you get the revolâ€" ver? "Why, I grabbed it‘"â€" Then, the sigâ€" nificance of this crashed on his conâ€" sciousness, and he checked the words trembling on his lips. "So," he said with swift hostility in his voice, "so, you‘re trying to trap me, too! You! And you talk of friendship. 1 want none of such friendship." But Burke would be no longer reâ€" strained. "We‘re trying to save you," the faâ€" ther pleaded tremulously. Burke persisted in his vehement sygâ€" tem of attack. Now, he again brought out the weapon that had done Eddie Griggs to death. There was no reply, and, after a little interval, the lawyer resumed his questioning. â€" Dick started to answer without thought: ‘"Where‘d you get this gun?‘ he shouted. "I won‘t talk any more," Dick anâ€" swered simply. "I must see my wife first.‘" His voice became more aggresâ€" sive. "I want to know what you‘ve done to her." "*No, no!"" he cried, desperately. ‘"‘Then, who did?‘ Burke demanded sharply. ‘"Who did?" "Did she kill Griggs?‘ Burke quesâ€" tioned roughly. Dick was startled out of his calm. and, as the doorman appeared, addressâ€" ed that functionary. . T Dick, however, did not move. His voice came with a note of determinaâ€" tion. ~ "I won‘t say any more until I‘ve talked with a lawyer whom I can trust.‘‘ He shot a vindictive glance toward Demarest. x "Dick, if you know who killed this man you must speak to protect yourâ€" self." The face of the young man softened as he met his father‘s beseeching eyes. "I‘m sorry, dad," he said, very genâ€" tly.â€" "But Iâ€"well, I can‘t!" Again, Burke interposed. "I‘m going to give him a little more time to think things over. Perhaps he‘ll get to understand the importance of what we‘ve been saying pretty soon." "Dan, have one of the men take him back. You wait outside." The father intervened with a piteous eagerness. "He‘s not to speak to any one, you understand." Then he condescended to give his attention to the prisoner. "You‘ll know all about your wife, young man, when you make up your mind to tell me the truth." Dick turned and followed his custoâ€" dian out of the office in silence. .As the doorman reappeared Burke gave his order, "Dan, have the Turner woman brought up." The inspector next called his stenogâ€" rapher and gave explicit directions. At the back of the room, behind the desk, were three large windows, which opened on a corridor, and across this was a tier of cells. The stenographer "Did this burglar come into the He pressed the button on his desk, "Where‘d you get this gun?" was to take his seat in this corridor, just outside one of the windows. Over the windows the shades were drawn, so that he would remain invisible to any one withinm the office while yet easily able to overhear every word spoken in the room. Then the door opened, and Mary Turner entered. She paid absolutely no attention to the other two in the room, but went straight to the desk and there halted, gazing with her softâ€" ly penetrant eyes of deepest violet into the face of the inspector. When hbhe had completed his instrucâ€" tions to the stenographer Burke turned to Gilder and Demarest. . "Now, this time," he said energeticâ€" ally, "T‘ll be the one to do the talking. And get this; Whatever you hear me say don‘t you be surprised. Rememâ€" ber, we‘re dealing wih crooks, and when you‘re dealing with crooks you bhave to use crooked ways." Under that intent scrutiny Burke felt a challenge and set himself to Burke waited until‘she had nearly reached the door before he shot his bolt. "Garson has confessed!" Mary turned and confronted the inâ€" spector, and answered without the least trace of fear, but the firmness of knowledge: "Oh, no, he hasn‘t!" "What‘s the reason he hasn‘t? Burke roared out wrathfully. "Because he didn‘t do it." "Well, he says he did it!" Mary, in ber turn, resorted to a bit of finesse, in order to learn whether or not Garson had been arrested. "I just sent for you to tell you thai you‘re free." s "Then, I can go?" ~"Sure, you can go." Without any delay, yet without any haste, Mary glanced toward Gilder and Demarest,â€" who were watching the scene closely. Then, she went toward the outer door of the office. Burke was frantic over being worstâ€" ed thus. To gain a diversion, he reâ€" verted to his familiar bullying tactics. "Who shot Griggs?‘ he shouted. "My husband shot a burglar," Mary said languidly. ‘"Was his nameGriggs?" Burke pressed the button on the desk, and, when the doorman appeared, ordered that the prisoner be returned to her cell. For the first time, Mary was caught off her guard. "But how could he have done it, when he went"â€" she began. 7 "Where did he go?" "You ought to know, since you have arrested him, and he has confessed." "He told me that he had never seen one. Surely, if he had had anything of the sort, he would have shown it to me." "Oh, you know better than that," Burke declared, truculently. *"You see, we‘ve traced the Maxim silencer. Garâ€" son himself bought it up in Hartford." "But he told me‘"â€" she began, then checked herself. "Yes," Burke agreed, "you‘ve guessed it right, the first time." match craft with craft. His large voice was modulated to kindliness as be spoke in a casual manner. "What did he tell you?" Burke quesâ€" tioned. "I suppose,‘"‘ Mary said, "that it‘s useless for me to claim my constituâ€" tional rights, and demand to see a lawyer?‘ > "You ought to know, since you have arrested him." Cassidy came hurrying in with a grin of satisfaction on his stolid face. "Say, chief," the detective said with animation, "we‘ve got Garson." Burke asked Gilder and the district attorney to withdraw, while he should bave a private conversation with the prisoner. "Now," he said when they were alone together. "I‘m going to be your friend." |_"Yes," Burke declared, heartily. |"*And I mean it! Give up the truth | about young Gilder. I know he shot !Griggs, of course. But I‘m not taking lauy stock in that burglar storyâ€"not a little bit!l No court would either. What was really back of the killing? l Was he jealous of Griggs? Well, thaf‘s | what he might do then. Heo‘s always { been a worthless young cub. A rotten | deal like this would be about his gait, |I guess. Tell me, now, why did he shoot Eddie Griggs?" "Are you?‘ Mary‘s tone was nonâ€" committal. There was coarseness aâ€"plenty in the inspector‘s pretense, but it possessed a solitary fundamental virtue; it playâ€" ed on the heart of the woman whom he questioned, aroused it to wrath in deâ€" fense of her mate. In a second, all poise fled from this girl whose soul was blossoming in the blest realization that a man loved her purely, unselfishâ€" ly. Her words came stumbling in their haste. "He didn‘t kill him! He didn‘t kill him!‘‘ she fairly hissed. "Why, he‘s the most wonderful man in the world. You shan‘t hurt him! Nobody shall hurt him! I‘ll fight to the end of my life for Dick Gilder!" Burke was beaming joyously. "Well, that‘s just what I thought," he said, with smug content. â€" "And now, then, who did shoot Griggs? We‘ve got every one of the gang. They‘re all crooks. See here," he went on, with a sudden change to the respectful in his manner, "why don‘t you start fresh? I‘ll give you every chance in the world. I‘m dead on the level with you this time." By now Mary had herself well in bhand again vastly ashamed : of the short period of self betrayal caused by the official‘s artifice against her heart. As she listened to the inspector‘s asâ€" surances, the mocking expression of her face was not encouraging to that astute individual, but he persevered manfully. "Just you wait," he went on cheerâ€" fully, "and IT‘ll prove to you that I‘m on the level about this, that I‘m really your friend. There was a letter came for you to your apartment. My men brought it down to me. I‘ve read it. Here it is. I‘ll read it to you!" He picked up an envelope, which had been lying on the desk, and drew out the single sheet of paper it contained. Mary watched him, wondering much more than her expression revealed over this new development. Then, as she listened, quick interest touched her features to a new life. . _ This was the letter: I can‘t go without telling you how sorâ€" ry I am. There won‘t never be a time that I won‘t remember it was me got you sent up; that you did time in my place I ain‘t going to forgive myself ever, and I swear I‘m going straight always. Your true friend. ~ HELEN MORRIS. For once, Burke showed a certain delicacy. When he hbhad finished the reading, he said nothing for a long minute. 2 Mary‘s eyes were luminous in the joy of the realization that for her, after all, rehabilitation might be in a meaâ€" sure possible, though nothing could ever repay the degradation of Years infinitely worse than lost. Burke‘s harsh voice, cadenced to a singular sympathy, broke in on her reverie of pleasure and of pain. "You knew this?‘ he inquired. "Yes, two days ago." & "Did you tell old Gilder?‘ he asked. Mary shook her head in negation. "What would be the use?" she reâ€" minded him. "I had no proof. No one would believe me." "They‘d believe this. Why, this letâ€" ter sets you clear. If old Gilder should see this letter, there‘s nothing he wouldn‘t do to make amends to you. He‘s a square guy himself, if it comes to that, even if he was hard on you. Why, this letter wipes out everything." Then, the insistent question beating at his brain forced him to speak roughly, building hope on the letter‘s inestimable worth to the woman be fore him. ‘"Who killed Griggs?" There was no reply. And, presently, he went on, half ashamed over his own intrigue against her. "Say," he said, and, for once, his voice was curiously suppressed, "you tell me who shot Griggs, and I‘ll show this letter to old Gilder.â€" Now, listen," bhe cried eagerly. "I give you my word of honor that anything you say in here is just between you and me." Unconâ€" sciously his eyes darted to the window, behind which the stenographer was busy with his notes. That single involuntary glance was enough for the keen instinct of the woman to make a guess as to the verity. _"Just tip me off to the truth," Burke went on ingratiatingly, "and I‘ll get the necessary evidence in my own way. Now, there‘s nobody here but just you and me. Come on, nowâ€"put me wise!" "Are you sure no one will ever &now ? ‘"‘Nobody but you and me," Burke f@eclared, all agog with anticipation of victory at last. "I give you my word!" Mary met the gaze of the inspector fully. In the same instant, she flashed on him a smile that was dazzling, the smile of a woman triumphant in her mastery of the situation. Her face was radiant, luminous with honest mirth. ; She spoke in a most casual voice, fespite the dancing delight in her face. The tones were drawled in the matâ€" ter of fact fashion of statement that leads a listener to answer without heed to the exact import of the quesâ€" tion, unless very alert indeed. This is what she said: "I‘m not speaking loud enough,. am [, stenographer?" And that industrious writer of shortâ€" hand notes, absorbed in his task, inswered instantly from his hidden place in the corridor. "No, ma‘am, not quite." WEDNESDAY, APRIL 21, 1915 ?l,