Argosy All-Story Weekly, April 18, 1925 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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218 it seems that Claude Fitch has been released from custody, after a horrible row up at the jail, in which Myers, personally, partici- pated; and during which Myers referred to a copy of the Times, denouncing your first account of the inquest, and, by implication, it seems, charging you with conspiring to defeat the ends of justice.” “Insert long waving line in your thoughts to indicate my uproarious cheers,” drawled Hank. “ Keep firing, Tommy. The chief directed the policy of my story—after I wrote it.” : “Vep. I know. Myers now claims that he realized all along that Fitch was abso- lutely guiltless. He claims that he only permitted him to be incarcerated to delude and trap the real murderer. By the way, it seems that Howard was trying to have some alienists examine Fitch; Fitch kicked up a row and declared that he wasn’t crazy; and then in came Myers, and said he be- lieved, implicitly, Fitch’s story to Howard the other day; and when Howard asked how he knew it, Myers admitted planting dictagraphs in the cell before Fitch got there; and then there was a big shimmy all around, and Howard threatened to have * Myers disbarred, claiming that he violated the law prohibiting disclosures of con fidences between attorney and client; and Myers told him to ‘ go the limit ’; that the Jaw only prevented the attorney from dis- closing what his client told him, and that he had merely ‘ overheard ’ the conversa- tion, which he already knew to be true in his own mind—all that—” “Sure. Alibi, when he switched from Liszt to fox-trot. More?” “ Barrels. Myers pulled a trump by giv- ing the sheriff Fitch’s discharge, then and there—and as he did so, in “through the mob comes one Pancake Hearn, who butts one of the useless alienists in the stomach and goes out—”’ “That part I saw and I ‘cia them,” said Hank wearily. ‘“ Back to the mob scene, please, where Myers refuses his im- perial diadem.” ‘Well, when the clouds cleared, Myers stood pat, and slammed out. The sheriff was already outside, shooting and being shot, waving his bloody fingers and read- ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. Mordaunt is in the hos- pital, unconscious. But that was only the curtain raiser, Act one opens with a box in the third extra edition of the Express— listen. ing the riot act. The assistant district attorney, when asked by a reporter for the Express for details of further developments in the murder of Mayor Marshall, admitted that he had issued a war- rant for the real murderer’s apprehension in the name of John or Jane Doe, and added: “Not another word. ‘There has been alto- gether too much maudlin publicity in this case already.” Asked if the suspect was a man or a woman, he said: “I have nothing to add.” “Any more?” tremoloed Hank Thomas. “The Express in its latest lead, tells how a detective from Myers’s office has just gone into that room, with Mrs. Cora Mere- dith in tow, and carrying a bundle. From the end of the bundle appears a gleam of silk and what seems to be the end of an umbrella that Miss Dorothy Dale claimed was misssing, when she testified at the in- quest. It is strongly intimated that the um- brella was found in her room and in her trunk. Well, Hank, what do you think?” “YT think Pancake Hearn and his pal, Goose-eye, that covered his crush out of jail to-day, are two gentlemen entitled to the degrees of D.D. and Ph.D., for their noble conduct,” drawled Hank. He hurried back to the dining room where Dorothy’s restiveness was growing, despite the delicately conveyed intimation of the aged colored waiter: ‘‘I nebber yit seen two nice young folks ketched-up wif, if dey done looked sharp and kept trab- blin’.” Hank -sat down and looked across at Dorothy. ‘““ Mere words fail me,” said he, when the waiter scuffed out of hearing to bring on the delayed meal, “ but if I had that goggle- eyed sob sister who sat next to me at the inquest, I’d get him to transpose my thoughts into language meet for your ears. It is a glorious day in the sense that Claude is as free as the gentleman who so kindly aided in our involuntary elopement. He is discharged. Mr. Myers has switched from his original theme, and is now engaged in extemporizing a new melody, entitled, the _.OOKS MIG (E@) (EO)