The Argosy, April 1916 — page 68: what you’re looking at

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58 black bag? How had he known about Adol- phus? . Yale thought of Greenland. Greenland had come spying and had met the old woman’s broomstick, and Dolly’s fist. Had he given information? . But how had Greenland learned anything about the black bag? Now, Yale’s love for Beverly was of the kind that would withstand any assault. But che was of keen intelligence, and there were too many mysteries in the case for him to - be blind to the possibilities. How could he be blind when he had seen the silverware in the black bage Their meals were served from the Butter- field House, and Yale paid. No one visited them. The chief and Blake kept away, not because they felt any animosity toward their two important prisoners, but because, being kind hearted men both, and knowing that there was nothing they could do to alleviate the condition of the prisoners, they believed their presence might aggravate the misery of the two suspects. But the misery of Yale and Beverly was mental, rather than physical. The cells were clean, and as up-to-date and com- fortable as cells are made. A bath, hot or cold, and a shower bath, made the differ- ence between old and new. Their food was of the best. . The change of clothing had added to their comfort. As prisoners they were not badly off, As free American citizens in Jove with each other they passed a Jong, uneventful, and dreary Sunday. Beverly passed the day in deep thought, and she would have been less than a woman had she not shed a few tears. Not enough were shed, however, to dim the brilliance of the violet eyes that were to do heroic duty in the court-room on Monday. So passed Sunday, and during that night Beverly got some few hours’ sleep. Ex- hausted nature will have her demands con- sidered, and Morpheus was merciful. On Monday morning they met in the corridor of the police building, each in the custody of an officer. “Good morning, Kenneth,” said Beverly. “You look rather seedy for a New York gentleman.” “Tt is clear that you paid little attention to your mirror, this morning,” replied Yale. “Come,” said the chief. He led the way across the stone-paved courtyard, and Blake brought up the rear. THE ARGOSY. There were other prisoners, but they could wait. The grim gray wall of the City Hall frowned down upon them. Beverly thought of Mary Queen of Scots, and Marie Antoinette, and smiled. She was ready to meet the city magistrate with the battery of her violet eyes. CHAPTER XXIX. THE HEARING BEGINS. N°t since he had sat as examining magis- trate in the case of the murder of a young school-teacher near Utica had the city judge worn so stern and uncompro- mising a countenance as the one he carried into the grim old courtreom in which justice had been administered for more than half a century. He looked at nobody, not even the chief. But perhaps he had seen the chief before that particular moment. That he did not come unprepared to plunge at once into the inquisition was proven by the papers he carried in his hand. He took his seat, and the clerk rapped for order, made the usual announcement of the opening of court, and thundered a command for everybody in the room to be seated. The city magistrate sat with his head bowed over the papers he had brought with him. The courtroom was filled, for from one end of the county to the other had spread the news of the arrest of Beverly and Yale. ‘‘Two bad ones, and slick as devils,” was the consensus of opinion from Boonville on the north, to Sangerfield on the south, and from Utica, on the eastern boundary, to the village of Cleveland on Oneida Lake. Monday’s papers gave columns of fact and fancy, and just cold falsehood, and. thousands of lips chuckled over the swift- ness of Oneida County justice. Ugly women rejoiced that the officials of Utica were moved by a sense of right- eousness, and not by an appreciation of beauty. Red-gold hair and violet eyes— Psh! A common New York thief! The judge’ll find er out. And so, at ten o’clock on Monday morn- ing, all the county hyng upon the news that was beginning to trickle from the City Hall. The judge looked up, swept the crowded courtroom, and let his glance rest on the stalwart, silent chief. MICLOOOK (©