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CHAPTER XVlll— Continued.
—l9
“Intelligent people!” Cochrane
grinned. “But you missed some
thing this morning. The Sphere had
a picture of lone Ferriter. I sus
j pect that our competitor, Mr. Duke,
bribed some cop to steal it from the
flat across the hall. Anyway—he
tied a knot in my tail, or thought he
did Now I’m ready to tie two in
his ”
He paused to enjoy the drama of
suspense. The doorbell thwarted him
Shannon strode into the room. His
companion lingered in the hall,
satchel in hand. The Captain glared
at Cochrane, who beamed in reply,
and whatever question he was about
to ask concerning the reporter’s
presence was blown away by Miss
Agatha’s voice.
“I sent for you, Captain,” she said
[ precisely, “because we have found
, the knife that stabbed Mr. Ferriter’s
visitor.”
At my side I heard Jerry grunt.
He uttered no other sound while
Shannon rapped out questions and
Miss Agatha replied as calmly as
though she were giving census in
formation. The Captain strode to
the table and gingerly undid the
handkerchief.
“Yes,” he grunted, almost as
though he regretted it, “it looks like
It.”
He held It by forefingers pressed
to point and butt and turned it this
way and that.
“Blood,” he proclaimed, and I
never knew before how ugly that
word could be. “As for finger
prints—”
He wheeled and glared at me.
“You didn’t wipe it, or mess it up,
did you?” he barked.
Miss Agatha’s voice cut:
“Mr. Mallory and I found it to
gether as I told you. If we had
wished to suppress evidence, we
should have suppressed it entirely.”
The bullying note left Shannon’s
voice as she looked at him.
“Right you are, Miss Paget,” he
granted and turned to his assistant.
“We’ll be going over it, Al. Miss
Paget, is there a bathroom handy?
We’ll make a bit of a mess here.”
Miss Agatha rang for Annie. They
followed the maid down the hall.
Cochrane looked reproachfully at
me and more sympathetically at
aunt and niece, who sat still and
still in their anxiety. The silence
grew unbearable. Jerry said at last;
“And I thought I had hold of some
thing!”
Allegra did not seem to hear him.
Rigid and intent she watched the
doorway.
Miss Agatha asked:
“And it has no importance now?”
Cochrane had forgotten his pre
tense of indifference. He frowned
and shrugged.
“It may, or it may not,” he grum
bled, “according to what Shannon
finds on that knife. Dave has told
you of the mysterious siren who
called on him?”
“No,” said Miss Agatha wryly,
“I’ve always understood gentlemen
don’t talk of such things.”
Cochrane grinned at her in admi
ration.
I muttered;
“It didn’t seem important.”
“That was one of the things,” Jer
ry went on, “that made me think it
might be The night our bright
young friend was jumped in the
basement, the night that knife was
lost, Dave had a call from a dark
young woman who wouldn’t leave
her name with the landlady, good
Mrs. Shaw, ho has a stern sense of
virtue and, what is better, an eagle
eye and an elephantine memory.
“Because,” said Cochrane, resum
ing his sleepy air, “she has recog
nized the picture of lone Ferriter in
the Sphere as Dave’s would-be vis
itor. There seems to be no ques
tion about the identification. Mrs.
Shaw is positive. Why should Lyon
Ferriter’s beloved sister want to see
you, Dave?”
Allegra looked at me and turned
away. I did not answer at once.
Her glance and the derisive empha
sis laid by Cochrane on “beloved”
had thrust an idea into my mind.
It was so fantastic that I tried to
evict it but it stayed while I said:
“You can search me.”
“That’s been done already,” Coch
ran crooned, “by the late Mr. Fer
ritcr who was looking for that very
knife. Dave, could it have been a
woman in the basement that night?”
His question chimed in so neatly
with tho idea I had branded as idi
ocy that I gaped at him a moment.
“I don’t know,” I answered at
last.
“No?” Cochrane asked. “I just
wondered, Dave. Don’t let it agi
tate you, laddie.”
But the question had rocked me.
The wonder it had started did not
subside and 1 heard, with odd in
difference, the clump of feet as
Shannon and his aid came along
the hall. Miss Agatha’s head went
up. I could see by Allegra’s stiff
face how tightly she held herself
and even Cochrane forgot to look
tired.
The thrust of Shannon’s jaw, the
little narrowed eyes that darted at
each of us were ominous. He car
ried the knife no longer gingerly,
even a little scornfully. No one
dared to pry into his silence, until
Cochrane drawled:
“All right. I’ll ask it. What did
you find, Captain?”
“Nothing," said Shannon in a
, bleak ”ojce. I heard Allegra let go
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her breath. Miss Agatha repeated,
almost in satisfaction:
“Nothing?”
Shannon said to her: “That’s prob
ably blood on the blade. There are
no fingerprints at all.”
Cochrane hummed beneath his
breath. Shannon glared at him, and
went on, with aimless anger:
“There’s a mark on the hilt that
might have been made by the fin
gers of a damp glove—a lady’s
glove.”
Jerry glanced at me and let his
eyes slide quickly away. The silence
that followed was strangely filled
with relief and disappointment.
Miss Agatha mused aloud; “He is
very clever.”
“Who?” Shannon snapped.
She seemed to hear suspicion of
her nephew in the query. Her face
hardened and she spoke slowly and
purposefully.
“The murderer,” she told the Cap
tain. “Or if you want me to name
him, Lyon Ferriter.”
Shannon flinched at the word.
“How do you know?”
“How do I know?” asked Miss
Agatha coldly. “How does Mr. Mal-
Allegra looked at me and
turned away.
lory know? How do you know your
self, Captain Shannon? vßy some
thing that’s worthless in court. Lyon
Ferriter killed that man. He used
that knife you hold. I don’t know
why. Perhaps to protect that pre
cious sister of his, for whose sake
he’s willing to let an innocent and
foolish boy play scapegoat.”
At each word Miss Agatha spoke
in her bitter, careful voice, my mad
idea grew more normal in shape and
color. It drove me to speech, but
Shannon’s harsh voice rode over my
words.
“Miss Paget, whether you’re right
or wrong, no one can say. That was
my own thought at first and now—”
He shrugged.
Cochrane completed it for him:
“And now,” he said softly, “when
you announce you’ve found the mur
der weapon, but no clue to how it
got in the basement, or who left it
there, you’re through—whipped, out
witted, scuttled. Mr. Ferriter, who
hasn’t been sure where that knife
has been, wins. He’ll sleep easier
from now on.”
“All right,” Shannon snarled in
angry helplessness; “that’s like
most of the newspaper suggestions.
It’s a help, isn’t it? What would you
do, wise boy?”
Cochrane shook his head.
I heard Miss Agatha say:
“I know what I’d do.”
We looked at her. Her face was
hard and her voice, that spoke what
I had feared to utter, was firm:
“If Lyon Ferriter has a weakness,
it is his love for his sister. I think
he can be reached by attacking
her.”
Shannon had not the sort of brain
that is fired by abstract theory.
There was scorn in his grunt.
“Would you then? And how?”
If the old lady’s suggestion had
roiled his mind, it had clarified
mine. Her speech had been a key,
unlocking the door of my mind be
hind which that wild, originally fan
tastic idea had waited. I said, be
fore Miss Agatha could speak again:
“Arrest lone Ferriter.”
I had uttered her thought. I saw
her start and look at me in wonder.
“Arrest her?” Shannon jeered.
“For what?”
His crooked smile was mocking.
Allegra’s eyes widened. Cochrane
looked at me as though he were
dozing. I stood their combined re
gard.
“For murder. For the murder of
Blackboard. There's enough to
make it stick—for a wdiile.”
“For a while,” the policeman ech
oed in derision.
Miss Agatha said quickly, sitting
straight and flushed in her wheel
chair:
“Captain Shannon, Lyon Ferriter
killed that man. I know it. Mr.
Mallory know’s it. You suspected
it at first. But you could not reach
him. His story, his alibi, had no
apparent weakness. Yet he has a
weakness. It is his love for his
sister.”
Shannon stared as though he won
dered whether she had lost her mind.
I prodded him further
“Through her you can hit him
where it’ll hurt most. If you’re
game to carry through a bluff, you
may break him.”
Cochrane had caught my inten
tion. I heard him mutter blasphe
mous approval. I felt Allegra’s eyes
on me, but I watched the police
man’s smoldering doubt.
“It’s your one chance,” I told
him. “Take it or leave it.”
Miss Agatha started to speak.
Then she checked herself and I knew
her nod meant that she surrendered
her plan—our plan—to my keeping.
Shannon rumpled his hair and took
t\Vo uneasy strides away from the
desk. I started to speak again.
He said:
“Wait a minute. Al, close that
door from the outside and don’t let
anyone come near it.”
CHAPTER XIX
It took an hour to bend Shannon
to the mad purpose. Miss Agatha
and Cochrane were my allies. They
followed my lead and, at need, took
the lead themselves. We hammered
the Captain with reasons, prodded
him with persuasion, while he
walked the floor as though he sought
cover from our argument. All
through the clash of voices and pur
poses, Allegra sat silent beside her
aunt but the pent excitement
reached her. Severity left her face.
Color came to it and her eyes woke
up and moved quickly from speaker
to speaker. Sight of her helped me
stand up to Shannon.
From the second when I lifted my
voice, I knew the least faltering
would emphasize the desperate fan
tasy I put forward. At first I feigned
confidence, linking fact to fact in ar
bitrary union. Then, as I spoke, I
converted myself. It seemed as
though speech washed away mys
tery to bare at least coherent out
lines.
Cochrane sat beside me. His in
nocent face was drowsy but his nim
ble mind kept pace with mine, en
dorsing my contentions, supplying
pointed comment when Shannon
balked. Miss Agatha said little, but
her rare words cut. We outraged
the policeman’s sense of propriety
and stripped that from him. We
pried his mind loose from official
procedure. He withstood us stub
bornly, tramping to and fro, rum
pling his hair, now and then shak
ing his head like a fly-pestered
horse. He took that afternoon the
sweating he and his associates had
dealt to many.
“It’s—it’s illegal,” he blurted at
last with a cornered air and glared
at Cochrane who chuckled.
“So,” Jerry drawled, “is a length
of rubber hose.”
It was luck more than logic that
broke Shannon at last. He raked his
hair and shook his head again.
“Maybe,” he granted, “it would
make a good movie. But the girl
has an alibi. You can’t get over
that. Somebody downstairs—Hoyt
it was, saw her come in.”
I got up. “If that’s all that gags
you,” I said, “I’ll see Hoyt. He’ll
back our play. His story will be
that he didn’t want to get a lady intp
trouble.”
I did not wait for Shannon’s ob
jection but opened the door, almost
upsetting Al who guarded it. I found
Hoyt at the switchboard. I told
him, as quickly as I could, what I
wanted and why. He gasped and
boggled and at last consented, when
I reminded him of his earlier offer
of aid. Then he whispered some
thing that sent me hot-footing it up
the stair again.
I saw when I re-entered the work
room that Shannon wavered.
“Personally, Captain Shannon,”
Miss Agatha was saying, “I place
justice above orthodoxy. The mur
der was unconventional. Why
shouldn’t the arrest be equally so?
I know he did it. You think he did.
If he didn’t, lone or Everett did
and the two survivors are accesso
ries after and, perhaps, before the
fact. Are you always so—wedded to
legal formality, Captain?”
Cochrane leaned forward.
“Listen,” he wheedled, “what can
you lose? Say it doesn’t click. S«
what? Are you worse off? It’s a
crazy idea. Sure. But so is this
whole set-up. We’re trying to giv®
you the chance to tear this case wide
open—and solo at that. Do you warn
to be just a captain all your life?”
Allegra was watching me. Sh?
alone in the room seemed to feel
the tidings' I bore. Shannon spoke
with the muffled roar of the hard
pressed.
“All right. Suppose I go goofy and
throw in with you? How are you gon
na work it? Tell me that! Call up
Lyon—at the Babylon—and say,
‘Can we bother you to come on
down here so we can tell you what
we’ve got on your sister, before we
make a collar?’ ”
In the silence he glared about and
breathed loudly through his nose. 1
said as quietly as I could:
“If that’s all that’s worrying you.
Lyon is next door now. He came in
a while ago, Hoyt says.”
“By God!” Shannon said at last
in an unwilling voice.
I w’ent on: “Eddie will ask hire
to stop in here, when he starts tc
go. You might send your man down
stairs just to make sure that hi
does.”
Shannon wavered for the lan'
time. Then he squared his shoul
ders, inhaled like one entering t
cold plunge and called: “All”
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CHRIST REJECTED
LESSON TEXT—Luke 20:9-20.
GOLDEN TEXT—Blessed are ye, when
men shall revile you, and persecute you,
and shall say all manner of evil against you
falsely, for my sake.—Matthew 5:11.
Rejection of Christ by Israel as a
nation is pictured in our lesson. We
know how the judgment of God has
come upon that nation because of
its failure to receive Him and be
lieve on Him. God had to take the
vineyard from them and give it to
others (v. 16).
Men today reject Christ, and we
find that the sin which causes them
to do so and the judgment which fol
lows are essentially the same as in
the case of Israel. There is a reason
for Christ rejection, and there is a
certain time of answering to God for
that sin.
I. Why Men Reject Christ (vv.
9-15).
Self-will, the very heart of all sin,
underlies every refusal to let Christ
have His rightful control over our
lives. There are two forces which
may dominate and direct my life —
God’s will or self-will. Just as love
of God is the essence of all virtue
(Matt. 22:37-38), so love of self is
the essence of all sin.
The leaders of Israel, both politi
cal and religious, had one great fear
which dominated all of their think
ing concerning Jesus; namely, that
they would lose all their authority if
He were recognized by the people
for what the leaders must have
known Him to be—the Son of God,
and their rightful King. God had
entrusted to them as underservants
the care of His vineyard, and in
their wicked greed they had deter
mined to have it all for themselves,
even though it meant destroying the
Son and rightful Heir.
We need only a moment’s reflec
tion to realize that this is exactly
what occurs every time someone
now rejects Christ. It is because in
self-will that person decides that the
one who has a right to his life is
not to have it. There are many
sins, but this is the root sin of them
all.
11. What Happens When Men Re
ject Christ (vv. 16-18).
Judgment. It came to Israel, as
all history even to this dark day so
strikingly testifies. Just so, it will
come to every one who rejects
Christ.
It is not a slight matter of com
parative unimportance whether a
man accepts or rejects Christ. He
likes to make it appear so, saying
that it is just something about the
local church that he does not like, or
the preacher does not exactly suit
him; or perchance he hides behind
the time-worn excuse that there are
hypocrites in the church, when in
doing so he proves that he is him
self the worst of hypocrites.
All of these excuses do not hide
the fact that in self-will he is re
jecting God’s will for his life in
Christ. At the end of that road he
will have to meet the judgment of
God upon sin. God reads the heart,
knows the falsity of every excuse
and the real rebellion against Christ,
which may be hidden from fellow
men by smooth words and polite
manners.
Tear off that mask, unbelieving
friend who may read these words.
Face the truth that you are refus
ing Christ’s authority because you
are self-willed, and look squarely
at the fact that “it is appointed unto
men once to die, and after this com
eth the judgment” (Heb. 9:27. R. V.)
111. How Men Reject Christ (vv.
19. 20).
Deceit and treachery of the vilest
kind marked the rejection of Christ
by Israel’s leaders. They feared the
people, and lacking the authority to
condemn Him themselves they had
to obtain some evidence under
which the Roman law would have to
sentence Him. It is significant that
they could not find one bit of real
evidence against Him and had to
proceed by trickery and treachery.
Christ rejection in our day is just
as deceitful and treacherous, al
though it does not often appear so
outwardly. As a matter of fact, the
leaders of Israel were outwardly po
lite and careful. They sent spies
who could “feign themselves to be
just men.” They “feared the peo
ple” and did not dare to speak open
ly against Him.
Men cover up their motives today.
Some would wish to excuse them
selves on the ground of lack of
knowledge, but in our land at least
that is largely their own choice. Oth
ers might say they have only been
careless, but on what ground can one
justify neglect of a life and death
matter? Some blame the sins of pro
fessing Christians, but this is an in
dividual matter—you must answer
for your own soul.
No matter which way man may
turn in seeking for an excuse for his
rejection of Christ, if he is honest
he will have to admit that he has
dealt deceitfully with God. When he
does that, he is ready in repentance
and faith to take Christ as his
Saviour and Lord.
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