All Story Magazine, December 1913 — page 114: what you’re looking at

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824 Billy at the sight of Alice’s set face, then free from its habitual hint of humor. “You haven’t forgotten me, have you?” Evidently he hadn't. Margaret was gazing dully at what lay at her feet, and creeping closer to me every second. “T can’t look!” she whispered. cart i?’ “TT suppose there will be certain formalities before we may take charge of the body?” Alice asked with a calm that was chilly. “Yes, ma’am,” Caffney answered. “Thank you. I suppose you are under Detective Parks's orders?” ‘Yes, ma'am.” "Very well. nae We'll wait till the ambulance comes. ‘Tell Detective Parks that, please. You know where to find me at any time.” Caffney drew away, dragging Billy with him; and leaving him in the care of the policeman who held Borrow- man, strode past us toward Eighth Avenue. Pandemonium and chaos were min- gled there, and the swaying mass ol humans grew larger and larger every moment. Every little while a shout would go up and die away in a groan. Jeers and catcalls, questions and shouted answers, the clanging of tram gongs, traffic disorganized, more and more policemen —all about the capture of a single man whose name floated hither and thither incessantly. Every few minutes I imagined it was all over, and when we went slow- ly back to the steps to listen and watch and wait, my head was humming and throbbing, and though I tried to catch ‘Alice’s eye and to understand her, I failed in both endeavors, just as I failed to guess at what the end would be. Margaret huddled very near to me, shivering and looking everywhere but toward the curb. Her eyes were tear- less, and she breathed as if her throat were dry and hard. x THE ALL-STORY MAGAZINE. Above us Rosie leaned against the baluster and seemed quite satisfied about the outcome. Della was alter- nately watching us and Eighth Ave- nue like a hawk, and Beans had shift- ed his position nearer to his father, who was mumbling to himself. In the midst of the mob toward Eighth Avenue Campbell's escape would either be screened or choked, and once, as a yell went up and the’ crowd surged into th Street, 1 felt sure that the end had come. But it was only the ambulance and the police-patrol making a path as they came clanging up the street. Parks, followed by a_ policeman, came heavily through the crowd, el- bowing people right and left. The detective was puffing and blowing as a result of his exertions; he came directly toward us, ignoring the proceeding of placing Rollins’s body in the ambulance. Alice spoke first. “You are Detective Parks?” she asked. ; “I am,” very gruffly. Miss Van Huysen?” Alice’s nod was barely perceptible. “ Caffney tell you?” “Yes, miss; but I guess you’ve got yourself mixed up with a bad bunch this time. This lady—Miss Rollins?” “Not now. She has just been mar- ried to this gentleman, who is her cousin, the Earl of Didderington. The ceremony was only completed a few moments before her father left. He seemed to be afraid of something, and insisted upon the marriage taking place down here, because he was hi- ding from some one and wanted it to come off before he sailed for Europe. “Mr. MacGregor and he _ were great friends, I believe, and I think it was Mr. MacGregor who suggested the Highland costume as a disguise, but I know very little about their inti- macy. Please try to make it as easy for us as you can. You know where to find us at any time, and if you wish me to, I shall only be too glad to an- “Are you comlicloooks.com