> 1 ???
;; 0 0 0
A f ''
Z MARY PAGE. an actress, is
*? accused of the murder of
?? James Pollock, and is defended
2 by her lover Philip Langdon.
Pollock has been pursuing Mary
?j. for many months endeavoring to
III win her love and her hand in
* marriage, but his attentions Lave
?i? beeu very unwelcome to ber.
*"* " - i- * - ? n/NA^,t.ifi/tnO
*jt tiUOWiDg utr s>iajAt? asj^ji a LJV'uo,
* lie tia^. unknown to her. financed
t *$. ber starring tour under the inan|
% ageinent of Daniels.
4> On tile night of the murder.
fMary leaves the banquet hall in
the Hotel Republic and enters
the Gray Room alone expecting
to meet Langdon. She has been
?? iured there by Pollock', who has
? * } been drinking.
: A few moments later a shot is
* * heard and Langdon and others.
(?i? upon entering the Gfray Room
^ find James Pollock shot through
*'<> the heart and Mary Page lying
T in a faint beside liim with Pol
| % lock's revolver not six inches j
2 from the ends of her fingers.
?*>H. 'I' ?! >I< * * ?'I'?!' :? o j
1ANGD0N surveyed .^the huge pile
of mail on his dVsli with a
half rueful, half whimsical
^ smile. Despite the fact that he
Lad worked half the night, his cold
r*inr><ro n win strong coffee had ]
*"? ?-*' J
sent bim down town early, filled with'
energy, and he had planned to "clean i
up" his letters at the office before proceeding
He had not. however, counted upon
the sympathy and the antipathy that
the now famous trial of Mary Page
Nor had he counted upon the propensity
of the American public to
'This Man Omitted the Usual Formality
of S'S^'ng His Name.
.write letters, and* in consequence it
was not a few hours' work, hut the labor
of days that lay before him in that
multitudinous array of envelopes.
There were letters denouncing him
because the writers thought he was
aiding in the miscarriage of justice because
of his efforts on behalf of Mary
I Page; there were others praising him
I lextravagantly for his efforts in her behalf:
there were still others threatening
him with death if he persisted in
his efforts to clear Mary of the charge
of murder, efforts wmcn wouia expose
certain members of the under world in
I the great city. There were letters
from sane people and insane people,
: letters from sentimental girls and
equally sentimental young men who
had been impressed with Mary's beau<ty
and Innocence; there was even one
'letter from a man who declared that
' ^lie^lrimsglf' hrid ccmmfltted* the murder
and would go on the stand and confess j
<aB for five dollars. This man omitted j
The Great McClure Myi
JOHN T. M'INTYRE.
Kirk Detective Stories
and See the Ess arte
O 004' < ?? ? ? * ?* 'I' *1* 'I'?fHO O O I
* SYNOPSIS e>
At Mary's trial she admits she
had the revolver. Pollock had
invaded her dressing room at the
theatre, Langdon had come to
her rescue, the revolver had been
knocked from Pollock's hand and
Mary had seized and retained it
She had put it in her hand bag
the night of the murder, intending
giving it to Langdon.
IT tootitioc. Hint Mnrv
AJtti UJUJU ivociuv^ 1"V. v ^
threatened Pollock with it previously,
and Mary's leading man
How Mary disappeared from
the scene of the crime is a mystery.
Brandon tells of a strange
hand print he saw on Mary's
Further evidence shows that
horror of drink produces temporary
insanity in Mary.
The defense is "repressed psychosis.'"
Mary's flight from her intoxicated
father and her father's sui- j
Nurse Walton describes the
kidnaping of Mary by Pollock,
OOOi l I I I I III I'I1 i n I t I I TOOO
the usual formality of signing his J
name. > v
Beside the letters lay the morning
papers. c!l of them, with the accounts
of the trial marked heavily with blue
pencil, ready to be clipped and pasted
in the office scrap book. As Langdon i
rirow out his chair and sat down the j
headlines of the topmost paper caught
DANIELS TO DEFY HOODOO
TO REOPEN THE COVINGTON
Defying the Theatrical Hoodoo Which !
the Superstitious Declare Hangs
Over the Famous Old Covington |
Theatre, Mr. Daniels Announces j
That Plans Are Now Under Way to j
Reopen the Playhouse Early Next j
Month With a Musical Comedy.
NAME OF PLAY LATER.
With a little whistle of surprise |
LaiigUuii drop].eu inio his seat and i
scanned the article, which was an in !
terview with Daniels. Its details were
uon-essential. dealing mostly with the
question of the superstition clinging
about theatres connected in any way
with tragedy, but the main fact stood
out boldly. Daniels had secured fresh
backing and was to start again.
With the paper crumpled in his hand
Langdon stared out of the window.
?* ?-- <5* fo/%t into thti in
irymg iu nt iiu> lien jiuw ? I
trieate puzzle that had grown out of j
the death of James Pollock.
Everyone knew now that Daniels
himself had lost all he possessed and
had also lost the money Pollock had
promised him through the death of the
Who. then, was the new angel,
whose name did not appear in the
carefully worded announcement from
Was it not possible, after all, that
Daniels had secured more money from '
Pollock than anyone knew of, and
chose this method of using it to avoid
clashing with the lawyers of Pollock's
Was it not possible, too, that Daniels I
knew far more about the tragedy than j
anyone suspected? That he had turned
this information to very good account
financially and that there were
influential people identified with the
under world of the city wno for personal
or jiolitical reasons were willing
to put up a large amount of money provided
they could thereby silence the
theatrical manager and keep him from
.? mz-it*/-, tllO TVltnPSS
lt'> t'illiiig iiuj XJLJ v-?i KZ w?.V* . -
Daniels, Langdon knew, was ruled
by a very lax code of morals and was
not above profiting from the suppres
sion of evidence that had a great finan
lie had got no further thaj this point
in his soliloquy, when the office boy
appeared at the door, a little flushed
"I know you don't want to be disturbed.
Mr. Lansrdon,*' he said un- j
easily, "but there's a man out here in- I
sists on seeing von. Says he'll wait
till it's convenient for you to talk to
"Tell him I'm very busy now. and
must gro into court soon. Ask him to
talk to Mr. Barrett or Mr. Rogers/'
The boy went out but in a moment
or so returned.
"He says they won't do, sir. He
must see you. He says to tell you his
nflmp is Daniels and he has come about
Langdou lifted his head quickly,
'short fat mas T he queried, and
the boy nodded. "Tell him to come
In," said the young attorney, and
ge Case of
itery Story, Written by
In Collaboration With
Author of the Ashton
*Read the Story
>pyright, 1015, by McClure Publication
& & & 1
and Amy Bjrrton tells or Mary s y
struggles to become an actress,
of Pollock's pursuit of her and %
of another occasion when the |)
smell of liquor drove Mary in
There is evidence that Daniels,
Mary's manager, threatened Fol- *
lock. Mary faints on the stand :?
and aga'n goes insane when a %
policeman offers her whisky. ?
Daniels testifies that Pollock 4?
threatened to kill Mary and %
? - - ' * i. ^ Jt
Langdon and actually attempieu y
to kill Langdon. X
Two witnesses describe Mary's v
fliglit to the street from the ho- ?
tel and her abduction by men ?
from a gambling place near by. %
Further evidence seems to in- y
criminate Daniels. X
Maggie Hale, inmate of a gam- t
bling den. testifies that she was
at the hotel and heard two men T
quarreling in the Gray Room a *
short time before the murder. ^
Her evidence seems to increase ^
suspicion against Daniels. ||
smoothing out the crumpled morning
paper tie iaiu ir oac-K wnu me umui?
and smiled, a trifle grimly.
Prosperity Liad already laid Its Land
upon Paniels?at least Lis clothes
made that evjdent He was sprucely
dressed, and recently shaved and carried
a cane. There was indeed an assumption
of jauntiness about him that
would have deceived almost anyone.
but Langdon's keen eyes saw tne narsn
lines at the corners of the mouth, and
the sombre anxiety in the restless eyes.
"You didn't expect to see me, did
you, LangdonT he said as the lawyer
rose .to greet him. Philip smiled.
"No." he answered. "I didn't hope
for anything so opportune. I was just
wondering where I could get you on
the phone. I've just seen this morning's
paper." he added significantly;
and Daniels shifted uneasily in his
"You mean about the theatre?" he
--5 J "TT- _ n I_J_ .1 ?-P fny.
SUIU. \ \ f II. 1L S K llif I VI i^UU U lit" ?? S3 i UJ
me. i I i; sr "it :;il J had on tlie Page
venture and I was beginning to feel
iLie rocks ween tLus new syndicate olieied
to sive me a chance to put over
a musical comc:ly."
"Who is in the syndicateV"
"They d >n't want the names known
They are men pretty high up in politics
and I don't mind telling you, in
the liquor interests. That sort of fellow
loves to take a liver in the show
business, and for on< e 1 was .Johnnie
on the spot." He laughed, and pulled
out a cigar. "You don't mind if I
smoke, do you? Ilave on^''
Langdon declined, but prod iced a box
of matches for liis visitor.
"I'm very glad, for your sake, that
you were." said Langdon drily; then,
; ; . ' _ :: :: '.
"For once f was Johnnie on the spot."
with a sudden change of tone he leaned
across the desk crying harshly,
ttTT? drt qrifh t7/yitt
IlilS mm auti wiug LU uu imu j ~?testimony
in court? Was that the real
reason you came back to the city?"
Daniels winced. "That's what I came
to see you about," he said huskily. "I
admit I didn't tell everything that I
might have on the stand. What I held
back may have nothing to do with this
case. I held it back," be added significantly,
"for several reasons, some
of which you may know."
"What I know or don't know haa
nothing to do with the matter," retorted
Langdon, but with a change of
tone. "Tr-u haven't answered my question
"I'm not going to answer it. " said ,
Daniels after a long pause. "Maybe J
I'll have to later on. but 110: now.
i Only, see here. Laugdon. I've got to
I know one thing; has Mary got the
i crh^ct nf n rhnnrp to?iret off? Do you
! think that what's-its-name psychosis
will get her out of prison? I ain't got
weak nerves or anything; but I- don't
I mind saying that "this thing has got
my goat For a while I didn't read
the papers, but yesterday I did and I
found that?that things didn't look as
: bright for the little girl as I had imagined.
It looks, in fa^t. as if she was
: ? ? 4*. hoH A?a if?milpss some- I
| up ti^a aiai 11. uu <_?.
j thing is done she'll go to the chair."
| And he calmly puffed his cigar.
"No! No!" cried Langdon with a
| shudder. "Never that It won't come i
! to that. I can promise you. They ear't
! prove her guilty, but there are lots of
! different degrees of murder, and es:
caping the chair doesn't mean setting
| The two men sat silent for a long
: time, facing each other across the
i desk, antagonistic."yet linked by some
; thought that neither would put into- j
: words. At last Daniels spoke. '
I "I'm no snitcher." lie said hoarsely, i
: "I don't believe in telling all you know |
t and stirrin* up a lot of mud when von '
! . *
j am't sure it will do any good. But I'd j
, do a lot for Mary Page. She's on the :
i lovp] Sho didn't shoot James Pollock
j ?I'm dead sure of that. And I wo.u'1 i
She Knew That the Agony of Her Suffering
Was Doubled by That of Langdon.
see her harmed if I can stop it no
matter what the price is."
"Thank you." said Langdon, bat
Daniels frowned. ^
"You've got no cause to thank me,"
he said. "I just wanted you to know
I want to be kept posted. I don't want
to tell anything that ain't necessary.
' 1 ~ />nrvinti + TX*nT*Ct' I'll
UUl ii WDI3C V-UiXico IV I.UI. T. - ..
"Is that yonr promise?"
"Yes." Abruptly Daniels put on his
hat, and without a word of parting
marched out of the door leaving Langdon
staring through narrowed lids after
his retreating form, as he reached
for the telephone.
He was late getting Into ? ;urt, but
whatever conflicting emotions the
promise made by Daniels had roused
in him were hidden by the smiling
mask of confidence and ease with
which he reassured not only Mary but
To Mary, that smile and the deep
J! V. 4 n s\r~r%a "rfho i
UUlUillg itfiiueiiieao in uucjco "wv ?.^vtwo
things that made it possible to
bear with patience the weary strain of
the passing days. The first shuddering
' horror of the tragedy had passed, it is
! true, and in spite of its occasional rei
turn in the quiet of sleepless nights,
it had given place to a less poignant
i though bitter enough suffering.
, With the passing of the acute agony,
I however, the little things at first sub
merged came ti> the surface and be
! came a source of daily martyrdom !
The hard bed; the coarse food; the i
i lack of privacy; the limited con veil- ;
ienc-es; the roughness of the police and
the suffocating sense of being a prisoner;
of being denied the fresh air and
the sunshine and the right to go where
she pleased, seemed almost unbearable.
! Yet she knew that the agony of her
suffering was doubled by that of Langdon;
that he went through vicariously
all she endured as well as bearing his
own burden, and so for his sake she
; bore up, drinking in courage trom tne
love that enveloped her whenever bis
i eyes met hers.
For just as the trial and what had
gone before it had stripped her of her
woman's subterfuges and coquetries,
so had Jit stripped Langdon's love of
tbe<inaBcaHne dread of publicity, and
lie cared nothing even if all those in
Ithe courtroom read the secrets of his
On this parfknlnr morning. however, '
Mary I'aneied that there wa- ;; new
meaning in bis smile, and a light of
hope in his eyes, and there was keen 5
interest in her own gaze when tlie tirst 1
witness was caneu.
He was a burly man in a loud waist- j
coat, with hair that grew low on his
forehead and was parted in the middle
into two careful curls in a fashion
popular with a certain type of barkeeper
He showed no signs of nervousness.
On tbe contrary, he seemed somewhat j
I J I I
1 ^ i
pleased with his importance and answered
Langdon's first questions with ::
a glibness that held a touch of the
He was. he said, owner and proprie- \
tor of a large "retail liquor house" and !
had formerly been "on the force."
"Did you ever know James Pollock?" !
asked Langdon. :
"Sure! I knew Jim well. I bought i
most of my fancy wines through him, !
and he used to drop in occasionally '
when he was passin', just to say
howdy." - '
"Did he ever bring friends with ;
"Oh, sometimes. Not often." There
was a conversational tone in the wit
"Did you ever hear him quarrel with
anj'one while in your saloon?"
"No. Jim was sharp with his tongue
when he'd been drinkin', but everybody
knew he didn't mean it. He was a
generous feller, too, always made up
for his madness in a free-handed way.;
Besides, I wouldn't stand fer no fight- j
in' in my house. It was a respectable
place. I'll have you know!"
"And yet," broke in Langdon sharp-;
ly, "isn't it true that you twice warned
James Pollot-k that he had better look
out or somebody would 'get him'?"
McGlone shifted uneasily, and his'
pompous air faded.
"Yes," he said. "That's true, but it I
wasn't particularly Jim's quarreling
that made me say it"
"Did you ever hear anyone make any
threats against Mr. Pollock?"
a. CS. i-Oli SL'C, oitii US 1i *TOCt Uj/
in some dirty work?"
"1 object!" interrupted the District
Attorney, leaping to his feet. "Nor:
(mostinn nf Mr. L.ansrdon.
VUiJ CV vuv \JUVW4WM w. w
but to the endeavor on the part of
the ^itness: rrndncp a man who isj
ft; ^ x J^A
;; ' :
" V'v : /> -:. '
"Jim was sharp with his tongue when j
he'd been drinkinV
dead. Your Honor, Mr. Langdon has 1
declared the defence to be 'repressed
osvchosls'. and under those circum-,
stances I declare tbe present testimony
to be Irrelevant, and request that it be
stricken out/' j
"My defence is still Tepressed peychorie',
your Honor, retorted. Langdos j
qricklj, "but I call tin- attention of
the court to the statement made by Dr.
Foster, that if Miss rage was suffering
from that when James Pollock was
snot sne would not nave Known wnetner
her own or another hand fired the
fatal shot Your Honor. I am endeavoring
by this witness to bring^o light
some obscure facts in this case, and
crave the leniency of the court to continue
the present testimony." His
tone was earnest and the justice of
what he asked was evident to all
"I think you may continue, Mr. Langdon,"
said the Judge after a moment's
thought I cannot sustain the objection
of Mr. Dallas."
With ;i ?hrng of resignation the
rrusecuiur dropi>ed back into his seat,
and Langdon. turning again to McGlone.
who looked bewildered by the
battle of the attorneys, said quietly:
"I will repeat my question. Mr. McGlone.
Did you ever hear anyone make
any threats against Mr Pollock?"
"Well, as I said--"
But this time it was his Honor who
"You must remember. Mr. McGlone.
that in answering questions you must
use only the direct yes or no. Do not
digress or say why such threats were
made. That question has not been
"Then?yes." grumbled McGlone, "I
heard fellers make threats against him
"In front of the bar. He was mixed
up with some men that didn't like the
way he run things.. He treated 'em all
like dogs, and 1 thought that sometime
when one of 'em was full of whiskey
he'd probably carry out the threat."
"Did you warn Mr. Pollock?"
"What did he say?"
"Oh, Jim just laughed and said he
^new of four people who would like to
mnk ' ii i'
'^'';v.v-^v::;;';':. ;;;: V^--. " j
"I object!" interrupted the District Attorney,
leaping to his feet.
see him get his, and he wasn't exclud*
ing the fair sex."
A whisper of excitement ran through
the room and Mary shuddered. Had
he meant her? Surely not But the
words brought a frown to Langdon'a
face and a grim smile to that of the
"Did he," the question rapped sharply,
"say that he took any precautionsaga.
'Yes. He told me he packed a Connie
nf frnns that would make anv fool
who got after him. bark up the wrong
"He carried two revolversV"
"Did ,/ou ever see them?"
"Not as I remember. He said they
were beauts, and that they couldn't be
duplicated ou this side of the Atlan
Suddenly the prosecutor leaned forward
alertly. lie saw in an instant
where this testimony was leading, anc*
waited, breathless, for the inevitable
question that would follow.
'Mr. McGIone, were those revolvers
mates? Was it, in fact, a pair of pistols
that James Pollock owned?"
"I couldn't say for certain. lie usea
ro call 'em the twins. hut I never saw
i "That is all, thank you, Mr. Mc
** 1 r n/? cot H a*TT>
VjriODC. SUiU LUUgUUU, UJJV4 ou l
triumphantly, while the jury, leaning
forward, stared down at the revolver
from which that fatal shot had been
fired, if James Pollock had owned a
pair of them, who could say whether
the one found on the floor was or was
not the one that Mary Page had put
Into her bag at the theatre!
TTo be continued.]
Connected with the coke industry
was the completion during the last
summer of a number of large plant?
for the recovery of benzol from byproduct
coke oven gas. This gives the*
United States its first output of tfite
material, so important as a raw mate
rial in the manufacture of high explosives
and chemical dyes.
xml | txt