Y € Ben Ames Willams, CHAPTER VII—Continued saan] Te Professor Brace continued his testimony under the questioning of Mr. Flood: “What time was it when you came out of the Tunnel?” “Quarter past twelve.” “And what happened then?” “A car passed us, then slowed down.” “Did you observe the number?” “Yes, Miss Sentry said—"' “Never mind what she said. What was the number?” Mrs. Sentry thought: They take so long to say such a simple thing. Why doesn’t he just say, “I saw Mr. Sentry leave his office and drive home?” But question and answer went maddeningly on. “What did you do?” “Followed the car to the Sentry home.” “Where did you last see it?” “It turned into the Sentry drive.” “What did you do?” “Miss Sentry and I stayed in my car, in front of the house.” ““Hear anything?” “Steps on the gravel from the ga- rage toward the house.” “See anything?” “I saw the light from the hall as the door opened.” “Anything else?” “After about five minutes an up- stairs light was turned on. About ten minutes later it was turned off again.” “What then?” “Miss Sentry house.” ““At what time?” “One o'clock, or a little before.” ‘““Have you since seen that car?” “Yes.” “With that number?” “Yeas. ' “Where?” “In the Sentry garage.” “Did you at any time that night see who was in the car?” “Yes, a man.” “Did you know him?" “No, not then.” “Did you see his face?” “Yes, when he first passed us. I had to put on the brakes to avoid hitting him, and a street lamp was shining on his face.” “Do you now know who he was?” “He was Mr. Sentry.” Mr. Flood turned to Mr. Falkran. “Your witness, sir,” he said. Mrs. Sentry looked breathlessly at Mr. Falkran, fearing on the one hand that he would allow this deadly evidence to go unchallenged; on the other that his questions would in- volve Barbara. Yet even at that cost he must do something. For here was the peg upon which the State's whole case must hang, But Falkran said, ‘No ques- tions!” And instantly, like a clap of doom: ““The State rests,” said Mr. Flood. During the brief recess, Mrs. Sen- try, too shaken to move, stayed in her seat. She was not suffering; but she was so tired! Professor Brace had left the court room without hav- ing looked toward them, and she whispered to her son: “Go catch him, Phil. Tell him we knew he had to do it. Tell him we understand, that we don’t blame him!" Phil nodded, hurried out. Then Falkran came to her, and behind the mask of a smile which he wore for the world to see, he said, “Mrs. Sentry, I expect you were surprised I did not cross-examine; but the hour is late, and I wish to call one witness before adjournment today, so that I can leave the jury with something to think about tonight.” She said in low tone: *‘I see. But isn't that the key of the State's whole case? Proving he was down there that night?” He said reassuringly: ‘“‘Be easy. Trust me. We will give them a bet- ter key.” And a moment later they rose while the Court and jury resumed their places; and then Mr. Falkran, briefly, made his opening. Circum- stantial evidence, he said in calm, assured tones, was only to be trust- ed when the evidence in question was capable of but one explana- tion, of but one interpretation. The evidence submitted by the State was elaborate, detailed, well presented, well selected. “But you will see,” he said, “how the truth which we propose to re- veal to you fits into this pattern without a misfit anywhere.” And he called the dead girl's fa- ther to the stand. Falkran dealt with the old man gently, winning his confidence with simple questions; but at length he led Mr. Wines to examine that col- lection of photographs which had previously been submitted to the New Jersey hotel clerk. “1 wish you would pick out all the “photographs of your daughter which find there,” he directed. The old man, after a little, select- ed two. Falkran picked up from the clerk’s desk those previously identi- fied by the New Jersey hotel man went into the as portraits of Miss Wines, “What about these?’ he asked. “They ain't her.” “Sure?” “I'd ought to be, I sh'd think. Sure I''m sure.” ‘““Not your daughter?” *"“No." Falkran smiled contentedly. “Now, Mr. Wines,” he asked, in a new tone, ‘‘did your daughter write to you from Boston?” “Yes, certain!” “How often?” “Most generally every Sunday.” “Did she write you while she worked for the firm of Sentry and Loran?” “Yes, she did.” “How often?" “Once, anyway.” “Have you that letter?” District Attorney Flood rose hur- riedly, approached the bench. Falk- ran joined him there. They spoke in low tones. The old man on the stand took a letter from his pocket and held it in his hands, waiting. After a moment Falkran turned and took it from him and handed it to the Judge. The Judge read it, spoke to Flood. Falkran smiled and with warned the spectators that if there was further disturbance the court would be cleared. Mr, Sentry's testimony follows. Ques- tions by Mr. Falkran. Describes Business, Q. You are Arthur Sentry? A. I am. Q. Of Sentry and Loran? A. Yes, Q. Wholesale dealers in produce, fruit, vegetables? A. Yes. Q. You have a partner? A. Yes, Mr, Loran. Q. Is he in court? A. No. Q. Have you seen him in court during this trial? A. On the first day, yes. Q. Did you found the business? A. No, it was founded by my grandfather. Q. And continued by whom? A. By my father, and then by me. Q. Did you take Mr. Loran into part. nership? A. Yes. Q. Under what circumstances? A. We were friends, just out of college. We wished to be associated. His father bought him an interest in the business, at my suggestion. Q. Are you friends still? A. Yes. Q. Are your families intimate? A. Not particularly. We exchange dinners. Q. Is your business a good one? A. Yes, of its kind, Q. Are you athletic? A. I play golL Q. Ever box? A. No. Q. Fish? A. A little, Q. Hunt? A. No. Q. Why not? A. Mrs. Sentry dislikes firearms Q. Do you? A. Not at all Q. Are you experienced with them? A. No. Q. Ever fire a rifle? A. I had a twenty. two when I was a boy. Q. Ever fire a rifle of larger caliber? A 0 Q. Is your father living? A. He has the letter in his hand turned back to the witness. “Who wrote asked. “She did.” “Your daughter?” “Yes.” Falkran said to the Court: “I of- fer the letter.” It was marked. He read it aloud, standing in front of the jury box, facing them. The letter was for the most part without significance. The dead girl had written happily of her work, hoped that even though it was only temporary it might lead to some- thing permanent. But one para- graph Mr. Falkran read slowly and impressively, in his fine trained tones, with a maximum effect, with his eyes upon the jury. He read: “‘l don’t like Mr. Sentry! He's cross if you make the least mistake. But Mr. Loran is nice, awfully jolly. He asked me to go to dinner with him tonight. He said there wasn’t any harm in it, but of course I didn’t go.” "' A stir ran through the court. Falk- ran waited a moment for silence, “Your witness,” he told Flood. The District Attorney declined to cross-examine. Falkran nodded, and he said: ‘““It is near the hour, Your Honor. Mr. Sentry is to be our next witness. I suggest a recess till to- morrow morning.” Court adjourned. this letter?” he CHAPTER VIII Dan Fisher's assignment at the trial was not to cover the actual testimony-—that was recorded by re- porters working in relays, using those swift abbreviations meaning- less to anyone but themselves which with a good newspaper man take the place of shorthand-—but to write the morning paper story. Mr. Sen- try was on the stand all Saturday forenoon; and Dan wrote for the Sunday paper: Arthur Sentry, on trial for his life and charged with the murder of Agnes Wines, on the witness stand yesterday admitted that he fired the shot which been dead ten years Q. Your mother? A. She is dead Q. When did she die? A. Two weeks ago Q. Under what circumstances? A. She was old and feeble. She tried to come to see me in Jalil and the effort killed her. Q. You have children? A. Three. Q. How old? A. The oidest is twenty- six, the second twenty-two, the young. est twenty Q. Married? A. The oldest is. Q. And the oldest is a son or a daugh- ter? A. The oldest is a daughter, the second is a son, the youngest a daugh- ter Q. Are they In court? A. My son is. vs And Mrs. Sentry is In court? A. es. Q. You are devoted to her? A. Yes Q. Have you ever wronged her? A. Yes. The court officers at this point had difficulty in restoring order. Did you ever have a permit to Carry a revolver? A. No. QD you ever ask for such a permit? . 0, Q. Did you ever carry one? A. Yes, Q. Bought ammunition for #7? A. Yes. Q. Where? goods store. Q: You were a regular customer there? . Yes, Q. They knew you? A. Yes. Q. So that you made no secret of this purchase of ammunition, bought it at a store where you were known? A. Yes. Q. When did you start carrying this weapon? A. Last fall Q. Do you remember the date? A. It was the day after Mr. Miller was held up, slugged, and robbed near our store. Did he recover? A. He died In hospital. A. At Forbush's sporting. Q. Had that incident anything to do with your carrying a revolver? A. Yes. Q. What was the connection? A. I occasionally went to my office in the late evening. The streets are often solitary. I wanted to protect myself, Q. Did you carry this revolver in your pocket? A. No, it was too big. I kept it in the dash locker in my car. Q. And you had no permit? A. No. Q. Asked for none? A. No. Q. Why not? A. 1 was unwilling to admit that I was nervous. Q. Did you buy this revolver? A. No. Q. Where did you get it? A. My son had it, in a metal lock bex in his room He was away at college. 1 forced open the box with a screwdriver. Q. So you were nervous about robbers and decided to carry a gun? A. Yes. Q. Are you a nervous man? A. 1 have a lively imagination, a lot of imaginary fears. Q. Do they affect your actions? A. I sometimes do shameful things, make bad mistakes, through fear Tells of “Enid” Q. Did your office take on extra help last summer? A. Yes. Q. Stenographers? A. Yes. Q. Any stenographers with whom you came in contact? A. Yes. Q. How many? A. One Q. What was her name? Wines Q. A good stenographer? A. Fair, Q. Pretty? A. Attractive, yes Q. Flirtatious? A. Not at all Q. Ever see her outside of office hours while she worked for you? A. No Q. Did you see her at all afterward? A Yes Q. After she worked for you? Q. How often? A. Twice. “Li A. Miss A Yes A000 f' i | —— — PE — - a) Ee —————— Q. Did you go anywhere last August? A Yes Q. Where? A. I spent two nights at a hotel in New Jersey. Q. Under your own name? A. No. Q. Alone? A. No Q. Who was with you? A. A woman. Q. Who was she? A. I don't know. Q. Know her name? A. She sald her first name was Enid There was laughter in the court. Judge Stanton warned the spectators that if there were further interruption the court room would be cleared Q. Was she Miss Wines? Q You met her where? A. On the Boston-New York boat. Q. On your way to New York? A. Yes. Q. Why did she not stay in New York with you? A. I was afraid we might meet someone who knew me Q. Who suggested your meeting in New Jersey? A. 1 did. Q. Why New Jersey? A. Because her home was in that state. 1 did not want to travel with her across a state line. Q. Did she resemble Miss Wines? A. About the same size and coloring; yes, rather. But she was older, Q. Did she know your name? A. No. Q. Did you arrange to meet again? A. No A No. Q. Why not? A. 1 didn’t want any possible further contact between us. 1 was afraid of blackmail Q And did you ever on any other occasion wrong Mrs. Sentry? A. Yes. Q. With Miss Wines? A. No. Q. Now Mr. Sentry, you said you saw Miss Wines twice after she left the em- ploy of Sentry and Loran? A. Yes. Q. Take the first occasion. Where did you see her? A. In my office Q. At what time of day? A. In the afternoon (TO BE CONTINUED) Probably the worst enemy of any living thing (in the South Ameri. can jungle) lurks in the river itself ~the piranha. There are piranhas in almost every South American riv- er and they are literally devils, writes Stuart Martin in Wide World, London. I have seen three varieties -~the green-and-gold ones of Para- guay, the shiny gray specimens of the Amazon, and the green-and- black spotted demons of the Ara- guaya and Kingu. The natives eat them, but the quality of their flesh is nothing to brag about. For a wounded ox or horse to fall into the river means certain death; it is also fatal for a human being to get among a shoal of piranhas, es- pecially if there is any sore or wound on his body. Piranhas can scent their prey far away, and go literally mad at the taste of blood. It is a sickening spectacle to see these fierce fish cond a mass attack. The water the un- fortunate animal that falls into their clutch becomes a whirlpool, a mael- strom of death, boiling and foam. ing as the blood-crazed piranhas rush to the feast. They eat the flesh off the living victim until thoy reach the bones; soon nothing but the skeleton remains. The Indians catch piranhas fairly easily by baiting their hooks with a bit of meat or newly-dead fish. When the creature is jerked ashore it is still snapping viciously. As an ex- ample of the ferocity of the piranha I may say that it is a common custom to slice off the heads with a sharp knife—and even when this is done the jaws continue to snap at you! These demons are usually between 18 inches and 2 feet in length. Malta and Italy Malta has little kinship with Italy, other than religious ties, notes a writer in the W Post. It has been ruled successively by Phoenicia, Greece, Carthage, Rome, Arabia, Italy, Spain, the Knights of Malta (an international religious Bo Ca ad Great Britain, was at Cartha- inion general, Hannibal, and on ta’s shores the Apostle Paul was once shipwrecked. introduced Christianity to the islands, WRONG NUMBER brought him a pair of *“Shouldn’t have these mended it [I were you,” said the cobbler. “I would throw ‘em away.” “But | want them mended,” was the reply. ‘‘This is supposed to be a hospital for boots, isn't it?” “Yes, it's a ‘ospital all right,” re- joined the cobbler, “but it ain't a mortuary.” THE PROOF First Castaway-- Yes, this island’s inhabited all right. Just saw five white men, all trying to sing “Sweet Adeline.” Second Ditto—Thank heavens! Ne're in a civilized country. 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