The Argosy, August 1905 — page 161: what you’re looking at

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WHO AND wuHy>?> A story of college life with a tragic start and an atmosphere of solution-defying mystery SYNOPSIS OF CHAPTERS PREVIOUSLY PUBLISHED, ArTuUR STANTON, toastmaster of the freshman dinner at Old Oranse vee, is kidnis i sophomores. They give him chloroform to keep him quiet, but are hope is Lees ae hands. ‘ It seems that he had been stabbed with a dagger of glass, and the nine sophomores are summoned to President Cady’s house, where Coroner Jackson and Chief of Police Cottrell place them under arrest (they have already been suspended) for complicity in the murder of Stanton, who had been paying atten- tion to Effie Hilton, in whom Courtney is also interested. Courtney is one of the nine, but fails to respond when his name is read off by Cottrell. It seems that he has been seen leaving town, satchel in hand. A search of Courtney’s rooms shows that his departure was hurried, and also results in the finding of the handle and upper portion of a glass dagger among his things. - The eight sophomores present are placed under arrest, and a telegram is sent to Courtney. He appears on the following day under charge of officers sent to his native town, whither he had gone believing himself expelled from the college by the rules already existing against hazing. Professor Starling, an amateur detective, secretly undertakes the case, and decides that the murder was committed by a woman. ‘he clues seem to lead to Effie Hilton. At the preliminary trial it is discovered that Miss Hilton had, in a spirit of perversity, refused Courtney's offer of marriage, tellmg him of a previous engagement to Stanton which had been arranged in their childhood by their respective parents. Ormsby’s testimony is the only direct evidence against Courtney, but the jury renders a verdict oi guilty. CHAPTER X. THE PROFESSOR ASKS QUESTIONS. EFTER the coroner’s inquest Court- ney was taken back to his cell, to be kept there some weeks awaiting trial. He had not been there for more than half an hour when he received a visit from Professor Wilson, of Old Orange law school. “Courtney.” began the professor, “at the request of President Cady, who takes a warm interest in you and greatly reerets the straits in which you are placed, I have come to offer to take your case.” Courtney was sitting dejectedly in a corner of his cell with his elbows on,his knees and his hands supporting his chin. * Very well,” he said almost listlessly, “TJ shall be glad to have you undertake my defense, professor. 1 know that if anybody can save me, you can.” “T ean save you, my boy, and I will. Iam going to make the fight of my life to do it. At present I must admit the case against you looks pretty strong. Even at the coroner’s inquest the police have forged an almost incontrovertible chain of evidence. “ By the day of the trial they will have strengthened this chain considerably, in all probability, and you must admit that the circumstances are all against you.” “ You didn’t come here to tell me that, professor,” protested Bob wearily. “JT know _I did not. Now, Courtney, my boy, this sullen air will not do at all. Don’t act like a guilty man, for 1 know that you are not such. Throw up your head and keep up your spirits and we will break through this cloud yet. You must give me all the help you can, though, my boy.” “T help you? that? “Tasily. First of all, you must an- swer all my questions truthiully. Re- member Lam your counsel and you must conceal nothing from me. Now I want to know how the police came to find that dagger in your room.” “See here, Professor Wilson,” said Courtney, starting suddenly to his feet. “T of course appreciate your desire to help me, and naturally I have no wish to Why, how can I do "This story began in the June issue of THe Ancosy. The two back numbers will be mailed to any address on, receipt of 20 cents. [ "oe! aor ya) nr ~ YP ay Se A ; ‘ 2 _ j _- a ee