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The Strange Case of
MARY PAGE The Great McClure Mystery Story, Written by » RCDCRICK LEWIS In Collaboration With JOHN T. MTNTYRE. Author of the Ashton Kirk Detective Stories. Head the Story and See the Es-tanay Moving "Pictures Copyright. 1915, by McClure Publication ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ < 0 00 M ARY PAGE, an actress, is accused of tile murder of James rollock, and is defended by her lover Philip Langdon. Pollock has been pursuing Mary for many months endeavoring to win her love and her hand in marriage, but his attentions have been very unwelcome to her. Knowing her stage aspirations, he has, unknown to her, financed her starring tour under the man agement of Daniels. On the night of the murder, Mary leaves the banquet hall in the Hotel Republic and enters the Gray Room alone expecting to meet I.angdon. She has been lured there by Pollock, who has been drinking. A few moments later a shot is heard and Langdon and others, upon entering the Gray Room find James Pollock shot through the heart and Mary Page lying in a faint beside him with Pol lock's revolver not six inches from the ends of her fingers. At Mary's trial she admits she had the revolver. Pollock had invaded her dressing room at the theatre, Langdon had come to CONFESSION W ITH his hands clasped behind his back and his brows bent in a frown that made him look oddly old and tired, I.angdon paced slowly up and down. Over and over in his mind he went back through the testimony of the long trial of Mary Page. He was confident now, as he had not been confident in the beginning, that she had not shot James Pollock in a frenzy of delirious fear. But who HAD killed him? That was the problem! Never in nil his experience had he re membered so battling a case. At least a half dozen times he had felt that his fingers were at last upon m But Who HAD Killed Him? (the right thread that would lead out of /the maze, but each time his edifice of •hope had crumbled. The doorman at the Hotel Republic ■ iiad repeated only what the chauffeur bad already told—that Shale had left Pollock as soon as he got out of the machine; but even so Langdon had sent Brennan and his confreres to scour the town for him. He ought not to be bard to find; but, ■once found, could he tell anything? That was the question. And so, wearily and endlessly, Lang «loa paced the stone-paved room, dou * SYNOPSIS m her rescue, the revolver hnd been knocked from Pollock's hand and Mary had seized and retained it. She hud put it in her hand bag the night of the murder intend ing glviug it to Langdon. Her maid testifies that Mary threatened Pollock with it pre viously, and Jlary's leading man implicates I.angdon. Ho\v Mary disappeared from the scene of the crime is a mys tery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further evidence shows that horror of drink produces tempo rary insanity in Mary.' The defense is "repressed psy chosis." Witnesses described Mary's flight from her intoxicat ed father ai|d her father's sui cide. Nurse Walton describes the kidnaping of Mary by Pollock, and Amy Baftou tells of Mary's struggles to become uu actress, of Pollock's pursuit of her and . of another occasion when the smell of liquor drove Mary in sane. There Is evidence that Daniels, Mary's manager, threatened Pol bly ugly in the Near light of the early morning. Suddenly he was halted in his self imposed sentry fluty by the sound of a knock on the dcor, and in response to his "come in," Daniels entered. T looked for you over at the office,' he said, "but tjiey told me you were here.' "Did you want me for anything spe cial?" asked langdon coldly, and the theatrical man tluslied. "Yes," he said talk with my w you understand "I think I do,' I did. I had a long ife last night, and she and I decided t tat the hoodoo on The Covington is too black for us, any can come out of that place for me, flnd she—she said, she wanted me to come down here and ask you to put me qn the stand again. Do what I mean?" said Langdon quietly, though a flame had leaped into his eyes. "You want to tell what you didn't say before?" lever to let this man know how Jubilant he was. "Yes," said Daniels. "It may not be important, yflt somehow I know it is. It's—it's about what I heard when I passed the door of the gray suite that night." "Thank God!]' cried Langdon, and drew his chair cjlose to that of Daniels. When they entered the courtroom to gether an hour later every trace of anxiety and suffering had been wiped from Langdon's face. He looked buoyantly young, and when he passed Mary, he whispered something to hflr that brought a light to her eyes too, and though there was surprise there was no fear on her face when she herself was called as the first witness of! the day. "Miss Page," said Langdon in the vibrantly happy voice of one who sees success Just ahead, "on the night when you went into the gray suite from the banquet room were you wearing or carrying your cloak?" "I slipped it pn as I came into the hall. I carriefl my gloves and my evening bag." "Did you see Mr, Pollock the minute you entered the room?" "No." "What did you do?" "I slipped off the cloak again because it was warm t|nd laid It on a chair with my gloves and bag." "Where was that chair?" The question snapped like a whip lasb, nnd for a moment Mary hesi tated. "I'm not quite sure," she said slowly; then, with mere assurance: "Why, yes, I am! It was towards the door Into the other room because it was then that I saw Mr. pollook come out." "And you retreated?" "Yes." The answer was breathed rather than spoken, but Langdon push ed on, too eager to spare her. "Did he come toward you?" "Y'es." "Did he follow you so far that he came between you and that chair?" "Why, of course. He—he—came right up to me." She shuddered and hid her face in her hands, as the tide of recollection swept over her, but Langdon had only one more question. "Then, in order to secure the revolver from your bag, you would have had to push past him and secure the bag from under your cloak, would you not?" "Y'es. But I—I—don't remember what happened." "That ia all, thank you, Misa Page," ■aid Langdon, and turning to the bailiff be added briskly: # # v lock. Mary faints on the stand and again goes insane when a policeman offers her whisky. Daniels testifies that Pollock threatened to kill Mary and Langdon and actually attempted to kill Langdon. Two witnesses describe Mary's flight to the street from the ho tel and her abduction by men from a gambling place near by. Further evidence seems to in criminate Daniels. Maggie Iljle, inmate of a gam bling den, testifies that she was at the hotel and heard two men quarreling in the Gray Room a short time before the murder. Her evidence seems to increase suspicion adalnst Daniels. Daniels privately informs Lang don that Mary Pago did not kill Pollock and that if Mary is in danger of going to the electric chair he will tell all he knows of the case. Watson, a waiter, testifies that Pollock had a quarrel over the phone the right of the murder, and Pollock's chauffeur reveals the fact thaï Shale was with Pol lock shortly before the shot was fired. "Call Mr. D A sense of stirred the s alike, and alive to that voice, turned as Daniels be Everyone ii ward, tense ' "Mr. Dan.ie no prelimiuaii th} miels." something big impending pectators and the Jury Judge himself, keenly new note in Langdou's deliberately in his chair gun his testimony, l the room leaned for ith excitement. î," began Langdon with on the night of the -mm*. "Yes. But I—!—don't remember whet happened." banquet you walked with Miss Page past tlie door of the gray suite, did you not?" "I did." "Did you know that Mr. Pollock was in there?" "No. But ns I passed I heard his voice." "Could you bear what he said?" "Yes." "What was it?" Langdon was tiring his questions like shells frflm a gun. "He said, 'Let's understand each other once and for all on this thing I've got you, and got you good. 1 can send you up tomorrow if I want to. Y'ou've no more chance than a snow ball in h— "Did anyone answer him?" "Y'es. A man said, 'Y'ou'U make that threat once too often, Jurnes Pol lock. I'll mahe you eat your words at the point of a gun some day.' "Then I heard James laugh contempt uously and I had to walk on towards the banquet." "Did you know whom that other voice belonged to?" "I thought I did. That's why I left the banquet-room and came back to listen at the door. I was startled when I heard Miss Page's voice in stead of the one I expected." "Whose voice did you think it was?" "That of a man named Shale. 'Jim's Jackal,' we used to call him." "Mr. Daniels, do you know of any reason why Mr. Pollock should threat en to send this man Shale 'up'?" "Well, Pollock told me once that he had ;ot tlie gonds' on Shale for some shady work that would easily send him to prison, and that he kept him out of Jail because lie was useful." "Mr. Daniels, have you seen Mr. Shale since tlie death of Mr. rollock?" "Yes, 1 have." "When ?" "The—the—day lie fore I came back home. I ran into him on the street. "Daniels has snitched. Well he can't prove anything." We had a talk, and he told me that—be thought he could get me fresh backing fur The Covington." "Did lie see you again?" "Yes. A few days ago lie came to me and told me that a syndicate had been formed and had raised the money to put on n musical comedy, and timt I was to be manager of tlie theater and look after tlie financial Interests of tlie syndicate. He was very nice to me." "Mr. Daniels," Luugdou's voice lie came suddenly grave and freighted with meaning, "did Shale know you had heard his voice in that hotel room?" "Yes. I asked him If he had been there." "What did he say?" "He said I couldn't testify to what 1 wasn't sure of, and that it was wiser not to ask too many questions." "Did you understand that the back ing for your theatre was in order to keep you from testifying?" "I object!" cried the district attorney, on his feet In an instant There was much wrangling as to whether this question could be admit ted; but the Judge finally ruled that it was material evidence. "It was never put into words, Mr. Langdon, though I gathered it," the witness said. "But there are some big ger things than business success, and 1 wanted to set this straight." A sudden commotion arose at the back of tlie room, and as tlie specta tors turned and stared, and tlie Judge's gavel rapped for order a man's voice rose shrill ami exasperated. "Ho that's what you've got me here for. Pi It? Daniels lias snitehed. Well he can't prove anything 1 tell you lie ion't know nothin'." .1 pallid-l'accd man in a light lieeked suit was struggling In tlie grip >f Brennan and a policeman, who drew him steadily down through the .'aping crowds as Langdon called Ids next witness. "George Shale." "I won't'testify!" stormed tlie new inner, twisting angrily under the by no means light handling of tlie detec tive.s. "What do you want of me?" "I shall tell you that when you are on tlie stand." said Langdon briefly, anil his Honor, leaning forward, said sharply: "A refusal to testify is contempt of nirt. You can be sent to prison for »hat." 1 'or a moment Shale stared wildly about, then his eyes narrowed shrewd ... . and he said gruffly. "All right." and allowed himself to be led up into the stand. The excitement of the spectators can lie imagined. Here was drama of the most thrilling kind—an unwilling witness In a sen sational murder trial, dragged to the stand, forced to open ills sealed lips and tell what lie knew. "Mr. Shale," cried I.angdon, "what had James Pollock asked you to do :'or him on the night when he was shot?" "lie asked me to get him the grey suite at the Republic. He wanted to get Miss Page in there for a quiet chat -so he said-" "Did you do it?*' a ed a "Y'es. But I was kind of sore, bc enuse a man gets tired playin' errand hoy for a guy that's dead crazy about a skirt." "What were you doing on tlie fire escape?" The question came so sharply that it held the whole room tense with its un expectedness; but Shale did not wince. "Jim told tne to get out there, and j keep nn eye out for anybody likely to ) butt In. He knew you could reach the different rooms by it." "Isn't It true that you and James Pollock quarreled that night?" Shale blanched. "Y'es. it's true," he said hoarsely. "Jim was a devil when he was drunk." His face was beaded with perspira tion and ills hand gripped the edge of the witness stand till the knuckles showed llvidl.v. He tried to look angry, but he suc ceeded only in beiuj tragically ridicu lous. Suddenly Langdon softened his voice. "Where were you when Miss Page came into the room?" "On the fire-escape, standing flatten ed against the wall, so that anybody looking at the steps wouldn't sec me." "Why did you re-enter the room?" Shale moistened his dry lips, then with a gust of defiance flung up his head. "I went In because Jim called me," lie said loudly. "The girl had gone hysterical. She was laughin' and shriekin', and he calls to me, 'For God's sake. Shale, see If she's got any smelling snlts or anything lu that bag.' " "And when you opened that bag yon 'mind a revolver, didn't you?" Lqng lon's voice rang out triumphantly. George Shale, what did you do with hat revolver?" For a moment the man swayed as he stood, then he laughed and flung ils hands wide. "I shot him with It!" he shrieked. "I -hot hlm! I didn't intend to do it, bnt he was a dirty dog. He had threat ened me again that very, night. He struck me—he called me his Jackal— ■ind when I saw the gun—I knew my chance lmd come. I took It out 'and walked around and said, 'Here's your smelling salts—and when he turned to take It I shot him. Oh, my God—" He broke off with a storm of gasp ing sobs. Everyone in the room was on his feet. Even tlie Judge had, risen. Mary herself was standing swaying like some lovely lily, the light of a wondrous Joy shining In her eyes, while her lips murmured over and over, "Philip—Philip—Philip!" Then, high above the turmoil rose the voice of the District Attorney: "George Shale, you are hereby de clared under arrest, to be held to await the action of the Grand Jury!" Again pandemonium broke*out but fell to silence when Mary, her eyes drenched with happy tears, cried softly: "What's to become of me now?" "Your Honor," Langdon's voice was exultantly happy, nnd his hand caught nnd clung to Mary's, "Your Honor, the defendant desires to know what is to become of her?" "She Is discharged," answered his Honor wit Ii a smile, and made no ef fort to stem tl|e cheers that rose, (111 »George Shale, what did you do with that revolver?" ing the room and echoing far down tile corridors proclaiming to the world at large that Mary Page was free! Still more cheering throngs greeted her when she emerged from the prison a little later with Philip and her moth er besides her. and they followed the speeding motor for blocks shouting their acclamations and congratulations, while Mary nestled contentedly against Philip. Forgotten were the days of horror following the death of Pollock and her arrest for a crime she knew noth ing of; forgotten even were the un pleasant moments when PoRock pur sued her with manifestations of his unwelcome love. It was the most wondflrfûl moment of her life. "Ana you never suspected?" she said at last, and Philip shook his head. ? "Not Shale," he said. "I was look-j ing for someone else." "Now don't talk any more about it,**| said Mrs. Page quietly. "Tomorrow,! Mary, I am going to take you hack toi X ii ? -w,> m * V' 5Î r ! J Forgotten Were the Days When Pol-: lock Pursued Her With His Unwel-I come Love. tlie country, and keep you until you! have put this dreadful thing out of; your mind forever." "And then," sahl Mary wistfully, "I; will coiue back and take up my work."! laingdon tightened his arm about her.; "And then," said he, "you will come back and marry me. A fee is always! paid n lawyer for services rendered.i 1 ask the biggest one In the world,[ Mary—will you pay It?" And what her low-voiced reply was not even her mother knew. J the end. 1 Advice, Advice is a veiled hut egotistical at tempt to show your neighbor how you surpass him intellectually. It is a magnifying glass which you hand to him, after which you make certain that you are standiug at the proper focal distance. Advice Is also used as a sugar coat ing for criticism, ns a diplomatic meth od of checking offensive conduct and ns a pastime. There are two classes of people ebul lient with a desire to give udvlce— those who have had experience and those who have not. A request for advice is usually a subi le form of flattery or else a meth od of dodging responsibility. Tlie person who is wise enough to take good advice nnd the one who is too wise to give it generally tie tho knot of perfect friendship. Advice is a drug on the market. Tho principal reason why the supply ex ceeds the demand is because those who need the most take the least. Advice should never be followed. If it is good advice it cannot be followed. Tlie only advice which is good is that which drives you.—-Judge, - m' . - -- ' ■ Every One Wat Satisfied. „ A very angry clleut entered a New York lawyer's office. He had called upon a debtor and usked him politely to pay a hill of $2.00 and had been abused for Ills pains. Now he wanted tlie lawyer to collect It. The lawyer demurred. The bill wa»| so small that It would cost the whole! amount to collect it. | "No matter," said the angry one. "I: don't care if I don't get u cent as long; as that fellow has to pay It!" So the lawyer wrote the debtor a; letter, and In a day or two the latter! appeared in high dudgeon. He did not; owe any $2.50, and lie would not pay. ; "Very well." said the lawyer; "then] my instructions are to sue. But Ii should hardly think it would pay you! to stand a suit for so small a sum." ; "Who will get the money If I pay] It?" asked the man. The lawyer was obliged to confess! that he should. • "Very well," said the debtor; "that's! another matter. If Smith isn't going; to get it I am perfectly willing to pay! It."—Youth's Companion. i ' _ ~ * Chinese Schools. Each Chinese schoolboy has to fur-; nlsh his own stool and table for school] work as well as the "four precious ar-l tides," which are the ink slab, a cuke] of India ink, a brush fur writing and! paper. With these he begins his; weary task of learning to write and! read the thousands of Chinese eliarac-j ters. These are to open the way to; the Chinese classics, and a knowledge! of tliis ancient literature and wisdom; means education to the Chinese. At; the opening of a Chinese school a pa-j per on which is written the name of; the ancient Chinese sage. Confucius. Uj [Misted on the wall. Before this lion-; ored name the pupils and masters] burn paper money and incense aud; bow their heads three times to the] floor. The master then tells Confucius; the day, the month and the year thei school Is opened and begs for his fa-; vor. Every morning when the pupils! arrive they must t>ow twice, once for; the master and once for Confucius. __ ______ j Proved It. "Whenever 1 see Griffiths I am re-i minded that the good die i'mîïg," said: a business man one day. ' "But Crifllths is over seventy," hU bis friend. "Exactly," was the reply. "That t» Just my point.''—Chicago Herald.