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Murgatroyd nodded.
"Here's their opinion--just handed down."
"Reversal?"
Murgatroyd shook his head.
"No. Affirmed. By the way, Mixley," he added, "take this carbon copy over to Thorne, will you? He'll want to see it."
"Shall I tell him?" faltered Mixley.
"Tell him nothing," Murgatroyd replied. "Officially I know nothing of this other thing. I'll investigate it first, then I can talk to him."
That very day, Thorne, disappointed as he was, sent a copy of the opinion up to Mrs. Challoner, without comment. Later over the phone he told her:--
"There is no hope."
But Miriam Challoner was not downcast. She had doubted once; but now she held to her faith in Murgatroyd; she knew that Murgatroyd would keep his word. s.h.i.+rley, though, shook her head. She felt that Challoner was doomed. But when Thorne told her, she begged him not to tell Challoner until it was absolutely necessary.
And also on that same day Murgatroyd jumped into a cab and rode off on a tour of private inspection. Entering a large building he asked:--
"I want to see Jennings, if you please."
The next day he sent for Thorne.
"Before making things public, Thorne," he said, "I wanted you to read that."
Thorne read with bulging eyes the yellow sheets that were thrust before him. Over and over again he read them; then he leaned over and touched Murgatroyd on the arm, saying:--
"Don't make it public."
"Why not?"
"There are political reasons--many of them," pleaded Thorne.
"But it's bound to leak out----"
"Never mind. I don't want it made public." Thorne seemed terribly uneasy.
But again Murgatroyd persisted:--
"What of Mrs. Challoner?"
"I'll take care of Mrs. Challoner," responded Thorne. "Just leave the whole thing to me. I'll see that everything is done."
"I'll go with you before the Court at any time you please," said Murgatroyd.
And that very day they did go before the Court. The Court opened its eyes and heard what they had to say.
"Well, well!" exclaimed the Court.
A little while afterward Broderick and Thorne sat closeted. Every crisis found them with their heads together.
"Broderick," said the lawyer, "this is going to hurt Cradlebaugh's more than ever. The Challoner case has jumped from the frying pan into the fire." His grip tightened on Broderick. "This thing has got to be hushed up."
"If it's got to be, it can be," declared the politician.
"But there's the Court order?"
Broderick grinned as he said:--
"There's men has got to file it--men that know how to file papers so blamed far in the pigeon-holes that even a newspaper man can't crawl in after 'em. They'll do just as I say."
"Somebody's bound to find it out."
"Not if I stretch out this hand," answered Broderick. "That there hand has covered a mult.i.tude of sins." He squinted at Thorne. "But there's just one person I'm afraid of in this thing."
Thorne's nod seemed to say:
"Murgatroyd."
Broderick shook his head.
"No, not a bit of it. You take my word for it, Murgatroyd will never open his mouth again on the subject of the Challoner case. He took that cash--he can't fool me!"
Thorne sighed:--
"You think we're safe with him?"
Broderick dismissed the subject of the prosecutor with a wave of the hand.
"Mrs. Challoner is the fly in the ointment."
Thorne, in turn, quite as vigorously dissented:--
"You're wrong there. I'll handle Mrs. Challoner. If she ever asks questions, I'll answer her with the right kind of answers. Don't worry, Broderick," and looking at his watch, added: "You'd better be about it and do your little part."
"I'll do mine as soon as you do yours."
"What's mine now?"
Broderick held out his hand, and said:--
"A little cheque, counsellor."
And again on that very day the doors of the big building that Murgatroyd had visited opened wide. From them there stepped forth a man--no, four men--four men laden heavily. With these four men was a fifth, but he was unseen. Between them, in the full light of day, the four men carried a long, oak box, carried it quietly but swiftly, and swung it suddenly into a battered-looking hea.r.s.e.
"That's the end of him!" they said among themselves.