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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (Continued.) “And the night he banged up a fellow and aiirl on the Brookside road,” said the detective. “In New York, then, too?” “Snake” grinned confidently. That's the same night I slapped this old crab out in Waterville,” he answered. The detective referred to his notes. “By God, you’re right. And that’s another knot in that rope I was telling you about, ‘Snake.’ First you held up the parkers on Brookside road and then you go right on over to Waterville and try to murder this old man. It’s a bad case against you, ‘Snake’.” Womain sneered. “So you goin’ to pin it on me anyhow . I was tryin’ to help you out, but that ain’t what you want. If I don’t plead guilty to a murder, I ain’t had nothin’ to do wid, you won’t be satisfied.” The detective took another slip from his notes. “Well, you’ve got one more alibi coming. Where were you the night this woman was killed on the Cheshire road?” “What woman?” ‘Snake’ was wholly on the defensive now. “How do you know a woman was croaked on the Cheshire road? You ain’t found 'er ody, have you? You ain’t brought in no eye-witnesses yet. You don't know nothin’ but what some bird writes you not even the bird that wrote it. I don’t have to have a alibi for a murder that ain’t never happened, do I?” “You’d better have an alibi for that night, ’Snake,’ if you know what’s good for you,” the detective declared. “We’ve got enough on you to hang you as it is, and if you try to get smart, you’re going to settle it. Will you tell me where you were that night or not?” WOMAIN slouched down in his chair and considered this ominous statement. “If I was to tell you the truth you won't believe me, Cap,” he said after a time. “And I can’t prove it.” “Well, we’ll at least give you every chance to prove it. We’re not going to hang you because we can’t find the right man, ‘Snake.’ You’re going to get a square deal all the way, and you k iow me well enough to know my word’s good.” “That’s right,” Womain agreed readily. “You always been white to me. Cap.” “Then you might just as well tell the truth. I'll sure do what I can for you if you put your cards on the table.” Womain hestitated again. This was serious business. They already had a case against him. The best thing he could do, he decided, was to stick to facts and take his chances. But it was risky. “All right, Cap. And I’ll hold you to your promise. I picked Salila up that night about 7 o'clock and ” The detective fairly leaped from his chair. “You admit it!” he cried. “You admit you were with the Rick girl that night?” “Keep your shirt on,” said Womain. “You wanted the truth and I’m givin’ it to you. I picked Salila up on Brook street about 7 o’clock that night and we started for Winsted for a dance. But Salila was late meetin’ me and I was sore and ” made a crack that got ’er goat. Before we’d got to the other end of the Green, she lit in on me and called me about eyerything she knew and finished it up by askin’ me to stop the car. I stopped it and she got out. That’s the last I seen ’er, Cap.” “Will you sign a statement to that effect,” the detective asked quickly. “Not much. Cap. And I’ll deny it in court, I was just tryin’ to meet you half way. but it looks like you’re too anxious to hang me.” “It looks to me.” the detective replied, “that you’re trying to hang | yourself.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE evening after Robert's hurried visit to Marjorie, Mrs. •Marabee called a conference in the “drah-ing” room immediately following dinner, and laid the law down to her daughter. Mr. Marabee, much against his will, served as one point of the tense triangle. “As much as I regret the necessity of this discussion,” Mrs. Marabee said to Marjorie, “I have no intention of mincing words. I have suspected for some tins? now that you were working to defeat our plans for you. Marjorie, and I had direct evidence of it last evening.” “Oh, mother, I tell you for the

hundredth time that Bob’s behavior last night had nothing to do with me,” Marjorie cried nervously. “I don’t know what he was worried about, but whatever it was, it occurred before he came here.” “‘There’s nothing to be gained by evasion, Marjorie,” Mrs. Marabee insisted. “Robert was madly in love with you until you followed his instructions and disobeyed me by running around with every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the city. You wouldn’t listen to my advice, and now we may as well face the possibility that you will lose the only eligible young man you’ve e’fr managed to attract.” “Please don’t talk like that about it, Mother,” Marjorie begged. “If Bob doesn’t love me, he shouldn’t marry me.” “Oh, he shouldn’t, shouldn’t he? Do you know what it means if he doesn’t? Os course you don’t. You haven’t thought about anything but yourself. But you are likely to discover one of these fine days that you have unwittingly condemned yourself to a mediocre marriage and your father and me to poverty!” Mr. Marabee sat up with an abrupt jerk. “Oh, I say!” he protested. “Why drag us into it? After all, it’s Marjorie’s happiness we’re after, isn’t it?” “Exactly,” Mrs. Marabee caught him up sharply. “We spend our lives sacrificing for her, giving her everything that money can buy, with the expectation that she will marry a man who will be able to provide her with the luxuries sheis accustomed to, and now she ’ threatens to abandon our plans and—and embarrass us all.” ‘But, mother—” “Just a moment, Marjorie,” Mr. Marabee interrupted. “I want your mother to understand that beyond our duty to advise you, your engagement does not concern us.” Mrs. Marabee turned on her husband so suddenly that he cringed under her angry gaze. “Are you mad, to sit there and say it doesn’t concern us?” she demanded. “It’s no wonder the child is so selfish when you keep everything from her. But it is time she knew the true state of affairs and shouldered her share of the responsibility.” She looked once more at the unhappy Marjorie. “You may just as well understand now, Marjorie, that your father’s finances are in a serious state. There is no point in going into details. It is enough to point out that unless he secures substantial backing very soon, his business will be forced into bankruptcy and we will be fortunate to save the house over our heads. “He has no intention of profiting by your engagement to an inordinately wealthy young man beyond the natural and reasonable suggestion to Robert’s father that he invest in your father's business. It is an opportunity for Mr. Calkman to increase his millions, and a quite happy occasion for your father to save us from ruin." “But it isn’t as bad as all that,” Mr. Marabee declared with fresh courage. ‘Of course I could use additional funds if I had them. Who couldn't? But I think you’re exaggerating the situation, mother.” tt u u IYJ'RS. MARABEE ignored her -*-*-*■ husband. “Disregard what he says„ Marjorie,” she commanded with a sweep of the arm in the general direction of Mr. Marabee. He wants to save your feelings, but as I've said before, it's time you were made to see the truth. We are in a desperate position. It will be about all we can do to hold out until spring, when—in the normal course of events—you will become Mrs. Calkman. “Your marriage to Robert will solve many difficulties and be a decided social achievement for you. If you insist upon running around with Thornton Westbone after what I’ve told you and run the risk of wrecking our plans ” Mr. Marabee got up, put his hands behind his back and paced the length of the room. Marjorie gazed steadily at her mother with tight lips. “Have I made myself clear, my dee-yah?” asked Mrs. Marabee, once more the calm and complacent social force of Cracker Hill. "But why did you have to be unpleasant about it, mother?” Marjorie asked, something very much like a tear in the corner of her eye. “I’ve told you I haven’t offended Bob, and I haven’t the

—By Williams

i slightest idea of breaking off the engagement. . . .” Mrs. Marabee said coldly: “You wouldn’t dare. I must .say the thought of your breaking off the engagement had not occurred to me. He will take the initiative, if it is taker, but it will be because of your amazing behavior.” “What behavior, mother? I tell you, I’ve done nothing to discourage Bob and everything to hold him as I knew you wanted me to do.” Mrs. Marabee’s eyes were little slits. “It’s not what I want," she snapped. “It’s what you ought to do of your own accord and for your own good. You talk now as if you were favoring me by being attentive to the man you have promised to marry. What sort o reasoning is that*” Marjorie replied with rpirit: “I’m simply trying to be hone ;t about it. You knew how I felt abcut Thornton before Bob began to call, and the prospect of Thornton as a son-in-law was no great woi y to you until until you le?/ned that Bob’s father was—was —flthy—with —money ”* Marjorie gave way under the strain at least and burse into tears. “You see what you re doing to the child,” Mr. Marabee interposed. “Why don’t you forget about all this foolishness about my affairs and let Marjorie do what she sees fit to do?” Mrs. Marabee rose from her chair, elevated her chin until it was almost pointing at the man standing before her, and spoke in a voice that Mr. Marabee had reason to know eliminated him from the conversation. “Will you go to your study at once and leave Marjorie to me?” “I’ll go where I damned please,” Mr. Marabee replied so quietly that Marjorie looked up with surprise. But then she saw her father strutting from the room and knew that his parting shot had been nothing more than a futile gesture. u a tt said Mrs. Marabee, when -l t the door had closed behind her husband, “we’ll discuss this matter of Thornton Webstone. Your insulting suggestion that I was satisfied with Thornton Webstone until someone with more money came upon the scene is not entirely without truth. “I told you before that our chief interest is in your welfare. Thornton 'Wfebstone has money, but he is in no sense wealthy What is more, he has few prospects beyond his inheritance. On the other hand ” “But suppose I loved Thornton, mother ” “You insist upon harping upon loVe every time I try to talk sense to you,” Mrs. Marabee replied sharply. “How many times have I attempted to make you realize, that love is dependent upon other things, and above all, upon money? You may sneer at that if you wish, but I am telling you the truth. Love without money to support it is not love, but passion, and soon over.” “Oh, mother!” (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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