" He
watched the other's face narrowly.
There was not so much as a flicker of alarm.
"They don't think the old boy committed suicide, do they?" asked Dick,
with a chuckle of scorn for the obtuseness of the police.
"No. They're working on some new evidence, that's all."
"It's grand to have a reputation like mine," grinned the amiable
rogue. "They won't even believe me when they catch me red-handed. Once
a liar, always a liar. That's their idea, eh? If I was to turn around
and say I didn't do it, I suppose they'd believe me? Well, nix! I
guess not!"
David and Joey left almost immediately after this, promising to visit
him from time to time, and to do all in their power to aid Mr. Prull.
"Well, so long," said Dick at parting. "Say, Joey, will you remember
me to Ruby? I wish her all the luck in the world."
The summer months wore away and toward the middle of October the case
of the State _vs_. Cronk and Cronk came up. There was little or
no public interest in the hearing. Two sets of friends, rather small
circles very widely apart, were deeply interested, and that was all.
The Jenisons and their friends formed one contingent, while the other
was made up from that shifting, stealthy element of humanity known as
the "under-world.
Pages:
573
574
575
576
577
578
579
580
581
582
583
584
585
586
587
588
589
590
591
592
593
594
595
596
597