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CHAPTER- •XIII .
SYNOPSIS
Released .from prison after serv-
ing fifteen' years for a murder he
didn't cp1ernit, Mark Grant goes to
the office or a lawyer named Fos-
dick to collect a legacy. left to
him while he was in prison. When
Fosdick 'tells him,„he will have to
wait, Mark accepts an invitation
to a party to help Teddy Banks
win a bet with Archie Landon.
Although Mark tells them his real
name, Archie introduces him as
"Stewart Byram.".. At the party
Mark meets Bt}rrleson, the man
who sent 'him to prison, and •Burle-
son's niece, Pamela Rodney. Bur-
leson does not recognize him, and
Mark decides not to reveal his
identity to Pam until he finds the
real murderer. When Teddy' Banks
learns Mark's identity from Fos-
dick he tells Archie. Landon,
jealous of Mark's attentions to
Pam, is on his -way to i3urleson s
while Mark is there telling Pam
about the wager and about his
prison term. Burleson recognizes
Mark and realizes that he under-
stands the -significance of a jade
god he has in his possession.' In
a fury- he smashes it., Mark -tells
Pam that, since Burleson has the
jade god, he must have been with
his' uncle after Mark Ieft him. His-,
testimony would prove that the
murdered man was alive when
Mark left him. After Mark leaves,
Pam has • a talk with Burleson.
She tells him that she believes'
any inaan who would let another
take his punishment for 'him de-
serves to lie: "
Fosdick went to Burleson's office
the next day in a rare puzzle. He
had been called up at home the night
before and told to find Mark Grant
and tell him to meet him. there. Aware
of his own silence about Grant, Fos-
dick had a bad quarter of an hour!
Of course Banks' had told! The little
cad had run bleating like a sheep. But
even so, he saw no reason to summon
Mark and himself to 'a bar of justice
-Burleson's, office, in this case. Mark
was free.' Burleson could do' nothing
against him now, at least nothing that
Fosdick could imagine, • Then he re-
membered the rich' man's suggestion
to help. Was he going to carry that
out? Fosdick grinned a "little. He
knew Mark would not take it:
"The boy was guilty; he's been pun-
ished --what's the use of making a
fuse over Banks and the wager now?
Unless-" he thought of Pamela Rod-
ney and suffered a twinge of consci-
ence.
Burleson met him calmly enough.
"Sit down," he said laconically, and
then: ."You got Grant, you say? Well
he's late."
Fosdick grinned. ,. "He didn't want
to come."
Burleson nodded. "Very likely!".
Theft he pushed a broken green jade
head, bearded and saturnine, toward
the lawyer. "Keep that, Fosdick
you.'11 need it."
Fosdick picked it up and looked it
over curiously; he was beginning to
think that his friend's mind was af-
fected. "Health s bad enough," he
thought; "got water on the. brain I'll
bet _a. -dollar!" But be put the jade
god's head - down with a gingerly
touch. -
""I remember..Used to squat on
your table. How did you break it?"
Burleson looked at ''it bleakly; he
was gray as ashes today. "I smash-
ed it. .Temper. Fosdick, once in
awhile I break out. It'•s rotten, but
it's a fact. It's the second time I've
pitched that accursed jade god; I
wish I'd smashed it to begin with."
"Humph!" Fosdick poked it with
his long. bony forefinger. "Where did
you get it anyway?"
"Grant Bartow gave it, to me."
"Er?" The old lawyer straighten -
d, up, suddenly his eyes met the
rollow eyes opposite and he felt a
ivalm of dismay. What the deuce did
t mean? Then he heard a door open
End looked around. A clerk was show -
ng Mark Grant into the sanctum "Fos-
iick stared at the young ,man with a
eeling that he could not define; it
ertainly could not be admiration for
criminal, or even toleration, yet he
rad to admit -reluctantly -that Mark's
rery presence in the room was like a
rash of fresh air in -a choking atmos -
here. There was something in his
ize, in his clean, -cut, face and clear
yes, that was reassuring; has guilt
Lever appeared upon the surface. Fos -
tick admitted that; he looked like ,a
crave man with a clear conscience.
3e seemed -to tower, too, and the law-
er thought that Burleson, by com-
arisorl; grew leaner, more grey and
pore morose.
Burleson, too, was,sttedying the new
omer, and no one spoke until Mark
Broke the silence that seemed to him
caked through by their cool examin-
tion of him, "Thi'nk I'm a jailbird!"
�e thought' hotly, Then 'tartly, to
iurleson:
"You sent for me."
Burleson nodded, "Sit down," he
aid in a voice that struck Fosdick at
rice as singular; he looked, around- at
im sharply.,
"Thank you; I'll stand. I'm going
ut •of town almost at once," Mark re-
orted shortly. Then his eye fell on
0 broken- jade head on the desk and
he blood leaped into his face. "Is it
"Yes," Burleson replied quietly;
you're right about it; I could have
'eared you; your uncle gave that to
ne after you'd left hir± ."-
Mark's face hardened. -.Y4 was sure
f ft! You'11 state that now, Mr.
urieson?!,'
1lurlbson 'smiled oddly. "That's
shy i sent for you. I can do more
it'aa, that" he ,, t attaett' aa instant,
Jti
staring in front of- him .then he went
en coldly: "your uncle gave it to me.
Atter that we -quarreled. You know
the things Grant Barton, said when
he was angry? He said too many of
them; I lost my `temper and flung ,the,
jade god in his face. It struck his
temple and killed him instantly."
"Good God!" Fosdick', violent sur
prise made him collapse in his ehair,
but neither Mark nor Burleson flinch-
ed.
linched.
"I always felt you knew something,"
Mark said bitterly; "and you let me
suffer."
"I let things go!" Burleson drum -
Ing thing; it knocked me out." He
leaned back I t his chair, passing hie
hand quickly over his face.
There was a moment's pease; in it
they both heard Mark's hard -drawn
breath.
"I picked up the °jade god and • put
it in my pocket; God knows why!, I've
never got rid of it- .since; it's been
there grinning at me. Then, by
chance, Barton's nephew was accus-
ed."
ccus-ed." Burleson turned to Mark. "You
were a boy; there wasn't evidence en-
ough to hang you -my wife and son
were alive; a scandal like my trial
would 'have killed 'her -well, you know
r .-•
"Yes," said Mark slowly, "I've known fifteen years it your silence."'
med on the arms of his chair with
nervous fingers. "The whole thing
happened in a minute; I didn't expect
to hit him. To my utter amazement
e went down like lead."
Fosdick 'rallied his powers now; he
sat up. "Why, in God's 'name, didn't
you tell it at once? It was unpre-
meditated -in a quarrel!"
Burleson nodded coldly. "Granted!
But a man doesn't think clearly in
su•ch,a case at once. I was horror
stricken, naturally; was going to call
a doctor, but I felt of 'him he was
stone dead! I't was the moat amaz-
the end; I yielded to temptations I
was silent."
"Yes," said. Mark slowly; -"I've
known fifteen years of your silence!
And you meant to let it go on - •I'm
sure of that!" he turned and stood
looking down at the old man, his
youth splendid now in the flush of its
vindication. "I'm innocent; you'll
have to make it good .now," he cried;
"but why -do you admit it?"
Burleson .smiled bleakly; he was
like a man who had escaped some-
thing -put something away; he was
deteached, hard, -unafraid. Fosdick
tc
y rl eaail 4
ani tdu, ens Orin
'OA ail. it IM>lept. 4e �,, al>ay's'
Flallnef1!.' to do sometiaing about fli ;
deatlybed efenfQasion;,` .. if e;#tppclse ,•.
sonp6eth t►g dramatic? Off and on I've
asEiced about You in prien,W. I was
playing for time . for years .I haven't
been a well man, and: new the doc.
tors give me ,two yes at poet. Ifsn
goiztg to die. that's eez+taiap[; I thought
you could wait, but -I've Ire rd aom!e,
thing about ..that!" • I4 shifted his
Position slightly, frowning, thinking of
Pam's bowed- head; it was true that
she touched the only soft spot in his
heart. "I see. how • you feel," he went
on, "but I'm giving you your revenge.
As for myself, I suppose'if a man does
the square.. thing in the end,•it's some-
thing. I've got Fosdick .here to take
charge of .fi. -He can go ahead."
"`It'll bb ruin, Burleson! My God,
why didn't you speak then -or not at
all?" Fosdick cries.
Burleson, handing him a paper,
looked at him oddly.
"They can't send me to the chair?"
"They won't; it's second degree,"
said'Fosdick dryly. "It's up to me to
get it light for you -but this silence
-the other fellow suffering!" In-
sane temper, temporary aberration -
no end oP money for alienists; Fosdick
saw` a hundred lawyer ways of fight-
ing it for months --he must'nt dies in
prison! "I'll make a big fight, but-"
he stared at Burleson bleakly -"man,
it's the disgrace --it'll ruin you all!
The country'll ring with it; you're
known everywhere."
Burleson's gray face 'twisted; he
turned and glanced. at Mark. '•
"Thiss young man here would, say it
was fair and that I had my share," he
remarked dryly, "not that I've escap-
ed -I've had a living hell of it for
Festa" -
Mark said nothing. Be,turned sud-
denly and walked to the window, star-
ing out with unseeing eyes. He
thought of those .fifteen bitter years,
of the convict's, lot, of his lost youth,
and this man safe and sleek in high
place. Then he heard Fosdick's, voice
-the rasp in it-weakened"into a hus-
ky. growl.
"Two, yearn? Good heavens; you
might as well have waited. Then it
would be only a nine days'. wonder;
no one to be punished. Now -they'll
send you to prison!"
There was a silence, then Burle-
son's voice. "My wife's dead; the
hope too; that's all there is to it. Of
course the other&-"
"Yes, the others!" barked Fosdick,
staring hard at Mark's back; of
course it was a vindication, but this
man -had 'stood so high!
Burleson touched the paper on his
desk. "You'll put it through, Fos-
dick? I'm tired of it; I'll take it
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kis eclair, nodded. "T1la#et' sit
$ Flan can i'£ .I'1n t9 g#
laughed dissorda y; •t11if1Iik}g^# bark
"Xqung mart; yotitrfs• avoli ,ed alk
harder for Me td go to ;Rai tqr t,�vo";
years now,: --and ito ,die tbex tharll- t
was t.Q ? Fest,. 'Yo-,u"ve g•¢t Yerfa r litre
fore yAg Fm i►pe!"
"lie daesn."t :.count. that,"" ,said Fos,
diek dryly; "it's revenge that's '%west,'
Burleson."
FIe was: tucking the confession into
his breast packet, but the motionless
figure in the window rasped on J,r-inq.
"You'll be needed, too, Grant," he
said sharply; "I'11. have to ask your
pardon for my treatment of you;
they'll matte everything right in court
now -and you can have it put in the
papers."
Suddenly Burleson groaned. The
hideous publicity of it made him
wince. He seemed to hear already
the strident calls 'ot- the newsdboys-
«htry-! "
Mark turned. There was a light
in his face; .he held his' head high.
"Wait," he said to Fosdick; "one
moment! Keep'that paper. I've had
.fifteen, years -I can afford to waittwo
more."
Fosdick gazed at him and Burleson
lifted his head slowly.
"I mean just that! ' I'll wait. I'
can't strike, such a blew at them all,
nor at-" Mark stopped. Be did not
want to add "a dying man."
Burleson rose unsteadily, facing'
him. "You -you know I let you suf-
fer? And -you know I let you suf-
fer? And -you do this?"
Mark nodded. "I'll wait."
Burleson sank into his chair, .speech-
lese; speechless, he hid his face in
his hands:
Fosdick stood staring, reluctant to
be convinces. "Here's a wonder!" he
exclaimed at last.
Pam, when she was told, saw it all
more clearly.
"Of course I understand! I knew
you'd be like that," she said proudly;
"you're great enough to spare an old
man who's wronged you! It's awful-
ly grand, and I know it's for me. You
can't stop me now, Mark Grant, for I
want some of the glory; we'll face
those ex -convict years together -yes,
we will!"
(THE END)
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THE COST OF WINNING THE • WAR is
something we can neither escape- nor
avoid. Victory has to be paid for ... let us face
the price squarely. Canada MUST. have Five
Billion, Five Hundredjlillion Dollars for this
fourth year of. war. Where s this huge sum
to come from? ' - -
Taxes will yield part of, it, but when all
taxes are paid we shall still need Two Billion,
Seven Hundred and Forty -Eight Millions. And,
as a first step toward', .meeting that need, the,
minimum cash objective of the Fourth Victory
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True, leading financial and industrial con-
cerns will take up a large portion of this sum..
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MORE people must buy MORE,: bonds.
I realize that it will call for a supreme effort
on the part of every Canadian to meet this.
demand, that the Fourth Victory Loan will be
the greatest financial challenge. 'we have ever
faced. Yet we dare not falter now. Unswerv-
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together. For the results of this Fourth Victory
Loan will be the inescapable measure of our
determination, our unity of purpose, to achieve
complete and overwhelming victory.
I know the strength, the discipline, and
the united purpose of my fellow -Canadians. I
am confident that we can, and will, meet this
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