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f SYNOPSIS.
^^>Mary Pagre. actress, is accused of the
^nuxac-r of Jatr:<_s Pollock ar: 1 is defended
Ifcy her lover, Pfcilip Lansdon. PoiiocK
pvas intoxicated. At Mary's trial she adfmits
she had the revolver. Her maid
testifies that Mary threatened Pollock
with it previously, and Mary's leading |
man implicates Langdon. IIow Mary dis- j
appeared from the scene of the crime is a
mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand j
print he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further
evidence shows that horror of drink pro- j
luces temporary insanity in Mary. The;
lefense is "repressed psychosis." Wit- j
pesses describe Mary's flight from her in- j
loxicated father and her father's suicide,
purse Walton describes the kidnaping of I
Mary by Pollock, and Amy Barton tells
of Mary's struggles to become an actress,
of Pollock's pursuit of her and of another
n/*?!jrinn when the smell of liauor drove
Mary Insane. There is evidence that DanBB
iels, Mary's manager, threatened Pollock.
Mary faints on the stand and again goes;
K Insane when a policeman offers her j
Br whisky.
POLLACK'S THREAT.
| ^HE green shaded lamp flung a
HI wide pool of mellow light over
the scattered papers on the taI
A ble and brought out. boyish
Huts in Langdon's dark head as it lay
his folded arms, sank in ineffable
KCCUIUCOd.
Ail through the long hours of the
t Bght he had kept his lonely vigil?now
Bring over the legal documents on the
Bble, now pacing the floor in a frenzy
HB anxiety, or making his way down
Re echoing corridors to look in with
Bute suffering at the room where Dr.
Boster and Nurse Walton watched so
: Blently "beside a moaning, twitching
Bgure on a narrow prison bed. But
^^Bhen the scanty furniture of the office
Bras gradually emerging from the en%
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tie bad at last sunt into a doze
plete exhaustion. Miss Walton,
to the door, an eager message
lips, turned silently and pityingy.
Some betraying sound reach,
however, and he lifted his head
start, blinking to find the lampaling
before the gray of moraling,
he got to his feet and
to the window. He flung it
Qd drew in great breaths of tbe
:he first time since Mary's at'
madness in the courtroom he
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wetuizeu luuy now ueuieuuuus au asKet
the tragedy was to the defense, and
Rn spite of his grief, as a lover, over
Bier suffering, the, lawyer in him exKilted
in the episode which cemented
Bto place the cornerstone of his case.
flrThe thought of this lent a hint of
Buoyancy to his tired body as he made
wiother trip to the cell where, at Dr
oster's orders, tliey had carried Mary.
Hill screaming with frenzy.
Mary herself was sleeping soundly
Hhen he glanced into the cell, and Dr
rroc nn hie fnAf fro nlrlv Cffrotnh.
Ilpow^a nao vu uu? ilxvllssxij ocawlvu
jg, while Miss Walton was bathing her
fed eyes at the basin in the corner.
Both greeted him with a smile, and.
iswering the question in his eyes
ther than the one he huskily whis^red
with his lips. Dr. Foster said:
^She will be all right now. She
oke, conscious, Just after your last
sit and is now sleeping soundly,
here's nothing to worry about?at
ast, not just at present"
Thank GodT Langdon's voice broke
i the words, and Dr. Foster put opt
I hand and patted the shoulder of
A ?Ann<vA? vmovi ooni^r>rrltr corirxy*
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Rve all say that, but you'd better go
some rest now; yon look done up.'*
fch, I'm all right," said Langdon.
(ut, Doctor, is she?is it going to be
[ssible to go on with this trial? Can
ary bear it?"
MI think so." The answer came slowi
uOf course yesterday's scene was
Ll very bad. But yon must realize
at the attack, while it was plainly
Ie to the'whiskey thrust upon her,
ls only to some extent brought about
the fact that the liquor was handLher
at a time when she was hysIcal
and had been re-enacting events
it kept her earlier experiences conptly
in her mind. Given healthy
poundings and happiness, I wouldn't!
try about attacks in the future."
Ingdon nodded absently, for his
rt was echoing the earlier words of
[great alienist: "Given healthy surfcdlnrs
and hatroiness I wouldn't
Iy about attacks iu the future,"
he was vowing to himself that
what it might, he would yet win
lorn and happiness for her.
had not dared hope that she
d be well enough for the trial to
nue for some daps at least but
t she woke a few hours later she1
ti she was perfectly able to go
Iburt even then. And so, no more
lan bmnr late, the proceedings
ftoctinued.
B hour had seemed a very short
Mary and to Langdon, but it
ators who crowded the rooms to
oors, whispering excited reminlts
of the day before.
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FREDERICK LEWIS
JOHN T. M'lNTYRS,
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^Vh;Hevcr do'ihts !k:<1 lingered in the '
minds m the public :is to the voracity ;
and the strength <>r' the defence built !
up by La;iUi'.'.;i ir: i been shattered at
one blow. For Mary. : * everyone said,
might indeed li.V e been actress enough
to feign madaess :it the sight of the !
drunken policeman, but she could not !
have feigned that great bruise on her j
shoulder. The shadow of the gripping i
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told mutely of how the cruel fingers j
had torn into the tender flesh.
The newspaper bearing Dr. Foster's j
article on "Repressed Psychosis" which
the- District Attorney had so sarcastically
introduced as evidence had been
pored over by every juryman, and
from coast to coast the dramatic story
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She Came In, Very Pale, Very Wan, but
Serenely Calm and Smiling.
of the scene in court was the one subject
at the breakfast table of rich and
poor alikeIt
seemed incredible to those who
had watched the frenzied, screaming
woman carried out the day before that
she could ever regain her sanity. When
she came in, very pale, very wan, but
serenely calm and smiling, nothing but
the fear of being shut out from the
final scenes of the great drama kept
the crowds from wild applause.
The prosecutor alone did not look at
her. He felt at that moment almost as
if he hated her with personal vindic
tiveness. For he. too. had had an all
night vigil, seeking some ruse or legal
technicality that would keep the events
of the day before out of the records of
the case. He knew only too well that
any jury, having seen Mary's seizure,
would be readily convinced that she
might have suffered in the same fashion
on the night when James Pollock
was killed, and that if they were convinced
of that, proving Mary's guilt
was going to be the hardest struggle
he had ever known.
In consequence the opening hours of
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COUIT were marseu uy a series ui iullcx i
wrangles during which even his honor)
lost his temper, and the restlessness of '
the spectators became open disorder
But for all his acidity of wit and skill
at argument it was a losing fight that
the District Attorney waged. He was
conscious of that himself. Therefore
it came as no surprise when it was at
last brought summarily to an end by
the judge, who ordered the testimony
or tfce policeman as to Mary s mauoess i
entered as evidence.
With a long breath of relief Langdon
turned back toward his seat, suddenly
becoming conscious that he was holding
a crumpled scrap of paper which
the bailiff had thrust into his hand
some moments before. He remembered
now that the court officer had said
something when he gave it to him, but
he hadn't caught the words, and it
was with entire indifference that he
opened the note and read the hastily
scrawled words. But at the sight of
them indifference gave place to excitement
Crumpling the paper up in his
hand, he turned sharply to the bailiff.
"Call George Brennan!" he said, and
there was triumph in his tones.
Brennan was the same cleancut
young detective who had told of the
disappearance of Daniels, and the first
question asked him revealed what had
been In the note.
"Mr. Brennan, I have Just received
a message which says that you have
found Mr. Daniels. WH] you tell the
court, please, the circumstances of the
finding of the missing man?"
XXTxiTl H nroen'f- a qp of
finding' him," said tbe detective, with
a smile. **You see?he Just came home!
I "/as hanging around tbe apartment
house in case anyone brought a message
to Mrs. Daniels when I saw him
come into t&e V^stiirafe. He rh$d \
three days' growth of beard on his face, |
a*d h^clothes were all mussed up as f
If fceM been sleeping in them. He /
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looked like ;i hum after a rhree 'lays'
jag. but I had no trouble reeo-iii/ing
him."
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**L'id lie seem ex' ited?or anxious to
get into the buildiag without being
seen
"Xo. lie moved slowly, as if he was
dazed. lie hesitated quite a while be- ,
fore he rang the bell of his apart- 1
rnent, but as soon as 'he'd pushed it j
he got impatient, and kept calling. !
Hello!' up the speaking tube, and :
when someone answered he said 'Open !
the door quick! It's me?your father.' '
When the latch clicked he went in, but !
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lie maae no enort 10 ciose me aoor
after him, so I followed. Both Mrs.
Daniels and the daughter were in the
doorway of the apartment to meet him,
and while they were kissing and hugging
him I walked in."
"Did Daniels seem startled at the
sight of you T
"No. He seemed sort of stupid as if
he was sleepy, but when Mrs. Daniels
told him I was a detective and that he
was wanted as a witness in the Page
trial he woke up fast enough and got
very excited He said he had nothing
to tell and wouldn't accept service of
any subpoena. 4I don't know anything/
he kept saying, and when I
asked him where he had been he said
he'd been on a little spree to forget his
business troubles."
"Did you tell him he would have to
onnflif i n /lAiirt 7'
iu v.vui t
"Yes. But it wasn't what I told him
about the law, but what his wife said
that seemed to convince him. She told
him she had every faith in him, and
that what he had to tell wouldn't do
any harm, and for him to go. So he
said he would if I'd give him time to
wash up."
"Is Mr. Daniels in court now?"
."Yes, sir. He is in the witness
room.
A stir of excitement swept through
the room, but deepened to an ominous
whisper of suspicion when. Brennan
'dismissed, the bailiff summoned the
former manager of Mary Page. For
Daniels slunk into the room with an
ashen face and trembling hands. Great
beads of sweat stood out visibly on his
fnrohoarl his voipa whpn took
the oath was husky and uncertain. If
ever guilt was written large upon any
man, it was apparently written upon
the erstwhile jaunty theatrical mana
ger. The judge, studying him with
eyes psychologically keen, wished he
had the full papers of this case before
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Li nil tu i train inuie ux tuio u cw w iluttoo.
ana inwardly vowed a recess to study
them should the evidence take any un
expected turn. Daniels, however, re
covered some measure of self-control
under the preliminary questioning and
gave his occupation as "manager of
the Covington Theatre" with a hint of
pompousness, but Langdon's next ques
tion brought the startled look back into
his eyes.
"Mr. Daniels, you say you knew the
defendant well and that you starred
her in 'The Seekers.' Will you tell us
frankly, please, just what made you
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"I starred Miss Page because Jim Pollock
said he would put up the money."
select Miss Page for the leaiing role
of the new play and what share*James
Pollock had in your decision?"
For an instant Daniels hesitated and
cast a furtive look at Mary. Then,
clearing his throat, he said with a hint
of brnsqueness:
"Well, I guess ifs no secret now. 1
starred Miss Page because Jim Pol
lock said be would put up the money
to back the show If I would give he/
the chance."
Mary gave an Involuntary gasp of
dismay, and again Daniels shot a fur- i
tive glance in her direction aa Langdon
asked:
"Dki Miss Page know of thiaT
"Of course not I told her that I had
seen her work in stock and thought :
*gfie was a 'good &ctr6&&." ' 1
, '"What agreement did ytxs have with J
Mr. Pollock regarding bla attention to
Miss Page?'
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"X<-uo. TIi it wasn't inv business.
That \>:.s i:]? iu Lira. /All I askt-d was
fair p'::.v- a:H- tin*t he sh:>uM >;:k i ?
even ii Miss I'jive iun:cd him
down. J knew^he didn't like him."
"Isn'l '! *:*"(' I :::' v?>:i h;: 1 a
witli Mr. I*?.:: n-k : .:: !y ; . y ;; j ;:vi
j:<>rs;>i:> ; ^ !!' day M!.-s !';?? siuut !
In*r ci'iiir
"Yl-s. it'-" ; .1;. was r:;: 1 ho ;
ran-'.' y?.n brt'ii I i:i by M.-<
Page t'? !: ov r her r.i a. LJ% f
s:iid vnii were !>': i!:>ir i;i v.
Page was <)!!<' < ? nc l. and !.o want ?i ,
IliO to lis , V'.>' > J'. *v: il'i'I.l i.:;' th: '5
It'?."
Lanadon Pushed ! frown. !.
Tlertx- i? member. .Mr. j >auiV!s." Lo
saM ii "i!i:;r v<??j :*re
J. , ; .. ,j . - , ..J],- \r
quest, your honor, i':::r the name *M:\ 1
tangdon* be substituted for the word ;
you." as 1 i?y 'vime.' Y<>ur-r?st
i; ltjr'sai/t til.*
judge. w!..? \ us still narrowly study
ing L?aiiit !s.
"Was t!:ar first day t ho only time you i
and Mr. Pull" U quarreled about finan- i
cial support for the play in case Miss I
Page left the company?" The ones- J
tion was quietly asked, but pregnant j
wi:h a meaning that brought the blood i
infr* nniii<i!.<'? fnro
"No. it wasn't." bo snapped. "When !
I found bow dead set Miss Pnge was !
against him, I knew he^asn't going
to win out in that same. I tried to
make my position safe, but he wouidn't
promise anything, unless I promised to
arrange things so that you?I mean
Mr. Langdon?was denied admission to
the theatre."
"When did you have the last quarrel
on that subject with Mr. Pollock?"
"On the day that 'The Seekers'
opened."
With an abrupt gesture Langdon
caught up the sheet of paper on which
were pasted the torn scraps of the
note to Pollock and held It up before
the witness.
"Mr. Daniels, did you write that letter
to Mr. Pollock?"
"My God! Where did yon get that?"
The cry was a confession, but Langdon
repeated his question, and this time
Daniels said with sudden sullenness:
"Yes, I wrote it"
"When?"
"The day 'The Seekers' opened.
There?had 'been a scene in Miss
Page's dressing room, and?and?I was
afraid the show would be queered if
Pollock didn't let the girl alone."
"Why didn't you finish it?"
"Because"? Daniels hesitated and
moistened his dry lips with a nervous
tongue, "because?I?I?thought it
sounded pretty raw, and I'd better'let
things go till I saw Pollock that
night"
Again the ominous little murmur
that meant suspicion crept through the
room, and Daniels shuddered, gripping
the sides of his chair to hide the
trembling of his hands as Langdon
turned to the stenographer and said
quietly:
"Mr. Wilson, will you be kind enough
to turn to the testimony of the bellboy,
*Joe,' as given yesterday and read
it, beginning with the words, 'was
there anyone in the hallway when you
looked b^ck?"
There was a slight rustling or papers.
when the clear voice of the stenographer
rang out
"Question: Was there anyone in the
hallway when you looked back? Answer:
Yes. The fat man who had
been at the banquet the one they called
Mr. Daniels. Question: What was
he doing? Answer: He was standing
close to the door of the gray stiito with
his ear against It as If he was listen- i
lug."
"That will do, Mr. Wilson. Now will j
you please turn to the testimony of
Randall Williams, and read the testimony
beginning with the words,
'Where were you when you heard the
shot? "
"Question: * Where were you when
you heard the shot? Answer: Just
outside the door of the banquet room.
Question: What did you do? Answer:
I ran down the hall in the direction
from which the sound came. Question:
Did you meet anyone? Answer: - Yes.
I ran bang into Daniels at the corner
where the corridor turned. I nearly
upset him, I guess, for he caught at my
arm and held on as if to steady himself.
Question:"?
"That will do, thank you," cried
Langdon sharply. "And now, Mr. Daniels,
will you tell us what you did when
you overheard the voices of Miss Page
and Mr. Pollock talking in the gray
suite and why you were so agitated
when you met Mr. Williams?"
"Because," the voice of the manager
rose to a sudden scream, "because I
thought he had killed them both?as
he had threatened to do!"
Tn An instant the Drosecutor was on
his feet, but, quick as he was, the
judge was quicker. The unexpected
turn HAD come in the evidence, and
his honor briefly announced a thirty
minute recess.
Had HE been the stage manager,
rather than Daniels, he could not have
chosen a more dramatic moment to
bring the testimony to its temporary
close.
Every man and woman among the
spectators was keyed to the highest
tension by the swiftly moving events,
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flatness of mere waiting strained patience
to the breaking point The scraping
of chairs along the floor, the shuffling
of feet the waves of shrill whispering
question and comment?all the
sounds of restless humanity replaced
the tense silence which had gone before?and
when at last the clock bad
ticked out its slow half hour and the
bailiff brought Daniels back to the wit- i
ness stand there was an audible sigh ,
of tellef frtfth tfte; ^pe<Jtatdfs that under u;
any other circumstances would have i
won a laugh from Langdon.
Now, however, be was too intent
upon the possibilities t!i;it !::y be!.!; 1
Daniels' startling sta;< i?:?. ;11 t?? be even
conscious Of tile ftII*-: net' taaf was
wnit-Iiii:ir with si! !i.;iv;11 <-nr:'is?:y t!:?
enactr.:c!it ui t!:is ' I.r w; s
p.ji.re than thank:"'. 1 t ? t :u \vh.;<e
tlie p: ' fr : l 1 Le [ au?l it
was with a rush <?i relief tiiut lie saw
tl:c latter tal:e I.: s< at when court rea:;;!
: :i!:,.o,.l that, after a.:,
i'aaiels's i r was to pass without
a le'jral wrangle. It made his first
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"Mr. I yci .:ay that yon had
hcarl .Mr. I k ihv.-aten to kill the
'fMHl.'iI:t : .. soli. u hi YOU 1111J
f.;! that tiii'-at was ma/.e
a:i I 'o wj:
' ro it \ o 11 an or,ca>i:-n
w&en i : ' st . -:i:an unwitting
a<-c-: : i :: I.;'.: >:\ uuring the re
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A st.il> <*auirht .it Mary's,
throne :u (!u v.*o::Is lifting her
head, s'u- ! I at L inrlon with such
an expression in Iior eyes that for a
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A Startled Sob Caught at Mary's
Throat.
moment he forgot the court, the judge
and the witness on the stand, and
knew only, with a blinding rush of
joy, that whatever happened?she loved
him. That realization was surging
thrnnffli Marv herself at the moment.
and she felt as if she were seeing him
for the first time?truly and fairly.
The protective maternal instinct that
is always the real keystone of a woman's
deeper love came to the fore for
the first time and was followed by a
swift fierce gladness that James Pollock
was dead! Whatever the tragedy
and the suffering that enmeshed her.
at least Philip was safe, and. at the
thought all the fear and the horror of
the law left her, and she drew a long
happy breath that was almost a mute
paean of gladness that it was she who
could pay for his safety.
Langdon himself was equally shaken
by the wonderful little interlude that
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through the dreary gloom of the court
scene, but those about him attributed
the unsteadiness of his voice to excitement
and only Mary guessed the
real reason and flushed rosily under
her own thoughts.
"Mr. Daniels." Langdon was asking
in that strange, choked voice, "will
you please tell the court the circumstances
of the?the attempt upon my
life?"
"I didn't know it was, you know,"
protested Daniels. "I understood it
was just to be a kidnapping?to?to
get you?Mr. Langdon, I mean?out of
the way till after the opening of The
Seekers.'"
"You say 'just a kidnapping,' Mr.
Danic's." broke in the judge harshly.
"Did yun not know that the law does
not consider 'kidnapping' a light offence?"
"Yes, I know." Daniels's voice was
hnskv and unewtain. "I knew, but?
all I had was invested In this new
play, and if James Pollock had pulled
out then, I'd have lost it all and?I've
got a wife and daughter. I didn't
think any harm would come to Mr.
Langdon; in fact, Mr. Pollock promised
it wouldn't, or I'd never have let
that man Shale take the watchman's
place."
"When was that?"
"During the rehearsals, as I said.
Jim came to me and said that Philip
Langdon was butting in too much, that
he was upsetting Miss Page and mak
ing trouble for him?that is Pollock?
and he wanted him out of the way.
Then he said he had a plan to kidnap
Langdon and take him out to the country
till after the opening of the play.
At first I wouldn't listen, but?finally
I?did. It sounded simple enough. I
was to send for Langdon late tnat
night, supposedly to ask him something
about the Page contract- In the
meantime we were to drug the watchman
and let Shale?Pollock's jackal,
they call him, you kn^w?take his
plar \ Then when Mr. Langdon was
leaving the watchman was to nab him
and carry him out to a waiting automobile
and cart him off."
"Were these plans carried out?"
"No. That is, not the latter part It
was then that I found out about the
attempt at murder."
"Will you tell the court In detail Just
what happened on that night?"
"Well, I?X sent for Mr. Langdon,"
said Daniels nervously, **and he came.
In the meantime we had given the regular
watchman knockout drops and left
him In a corner of the balcony, and
Shale took his place. When Mr. Langdon
was leaving I called this supposed
watchman and, acting on Jim's instructions,
told him to show Mr. Langdon
out oi the stage door. But I tell
yfloMifc W?K&y *>
shrill note of hysterical emphasis?"I
tell you I knew nothing of that open
trap door in the stage. I thought tie
I
was ? ii.? to ?; ;:! i : out of t!;e
theatre. Aiiii when i ' : 1 Mr. L
dons cry? !~4 * . .. i ; ?
move lor a ndnuto. T I r-.>hed
I o w 11 a la! ui rr.t-i ? ?i j ao ;..ae ii^Lits.
1 yo;i tell w!': \ 'i saw;"
"i saw Mr. I...:. _ .--u aaia^Sng t<> the
i-(I. oJ aa open la. t led down
- :ae t' ::t'y t'"Ot t ? tat.* eement collar
, l?\ iv.*. an . Shaie stand: a-.r to one side,
with a biaei:-ja<k in his band. L
li:i a2i11 he was to hit Laia^tlon.
ai:<l 1 si: :: .1hw,1 it awav from him and
:
Lu'Otl i.; iiu-1 ii Lack i.; <>:i the sla^e.
. T!. > Yciy word--: he made uic
I realizr he < 1*. i;i'r know in* real reason
oftihat so I !i: i tite b'nek:
jack me and {< ?:: Mr. Lanplon
;:> the :.'>or my-eo" and >av.- him safciy
i array."
"1 . i yo::%^\ e Mr. i'oil k-U a^:'!n that
! "Yes. Win n I ~ot had; to the stase
I found hi:n there denouncing Shale
' for having failed to do !:i< part. an<l
I when 1 asked him if he had meant
j murder. he said. "Yes! I meant to have
I him killed through an apparent acciT~".
I ti ll you here
I and now. that 1*11 kill Mary Page and
I I'll kill myself, before I^angdon shall
win her!' That's what Jim Pollock
said, and that's what I thought he had
done?that night. 1 SWEAR I didn't
go into that room! But I heard them
quarrel, and I heard the scream and
the shot. And I thought he'd done it
?and I ran away, in sheer horror?
that's all! My God! You must believe
me. It's true that I quarreled with
Jim Pollock, not once, but many times.
It's true that he didn't play fair with
me, but can t you see tnat I naa everything
to lose.and nothing to gain
by his death! It's meant ruin to me?
and ruin to my wife and little girl"
His voice broke pitifully o^er the last
words. Leaning forward, fce buried
his face in his shaking hands, waiting
for the next question. But it didn't
come. That tragic outburst had carried
conviction, not merely to Langdon.
but to everyone in the room, and
whatever shadows of suspicion had
hung over Mr. Daniels faded before
the pitiful but indubitable veracity of
his story. The mystery, if mystery it
was, of James Pollock's death was still
as impenetrable, and the cords of the
low fhflf- fnr a time seemed to be lOOS
ening from about Mary Page, bad
tightened again.
But to Mary and Langdon that testimony
of the manager had brought
something that for the time at least
J seemed greater than the -aw?an un!
derstanding of Mary's heart vision of
| what might yet be if freedom could be
j won for her.
It was a strange moment for a great
i love to find expression, and a strange
j story wmon naa waKenea it, ami.
; while Langdon felt deep in his heart
that no words were needed after that
glance of Mary's he could not forbear
following her to her cell when court
had adjourned. She glanced up at him
with sudden shyness when he came in,
and her hands went out waveringiy.
but whether to hold him off or to cling " ^
she cpuld not herself have told. Langdon
had no doubts, however, and
caught them close in his warm grasp
, and drew her to him in a silence more
eloquent than words. Then, stooping
till his cheek lay against her hair, he
whispered unsteadily:
"Mary, when Daniels told of James
Pollock's attempt on my life, your eyes
said something to me that they have
I never said before. Did you monn it, '
dear?" Then, as she clung to him
mutely, he laughed softly and added:
"I know you did. You can never
deny it now. my darling, and when all
this is over, I am going to ask yoa a
i
! "1?I think you'd better go now, piease,
Phil!"
question?and?and make you put into
words what your eyes told me today.
May I. Mary?"
For an instant she swayed against
i him, her head buried in fcis shoulder,
the:: with a sad little sob she drew
back.
"That's all such a long, long way In
the future, Phil," she said wearily.
"Oh, let's not even think of it There
are so many things in between."
"Dear!" he cried in sudden pity, and
would have taken her in his arms
again, but she shook her head and
turned away, saying unsteadily:
"I?I think you'd better go now,
please, Phil! I'm so tired."
j "0f course," he answered quickly,
contrition in his voice. "I was a brute
to bother you now. Only. I wanted
you to know, dear, that whatever happens
my love is around you. and I will
protect you?with my life, if need be."
Catching up one of her -alender little
hands, he crushed it against Tais lips.
j Then he was gone.
?T? be continued.]
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