the captain turned round to Annie.

"It'll be rather a pity if it isn't you," he said, with a suggestive
smile.

"How so?" she demanded.

The captain laughed.

"Well, you see, a woman always gets the jury mixed up. Nothing fools a
man like a pretty face, and twelve times one is twelve. You see if they
quarreled about you--your husband would stand some chance."
Patronizingly he added, "Come, Mrs. Jeffries, you'd better tell the
truth and I can advise you who to go to."

Annie drew herself up, and with dignity said:

"Thanks, I'm going to the best lawyer I can get. Not one of those
courtroom politicians recommended by a police captain. I am going to
Richard Brewster. He's the man. He'll soon get my husband out of the
Tombs." Reflectively she added: "If my father had had Judge Brewster to
defend him instead of a legal shark, he'd never have been railroaded to
jail. He'd be alive to-day."

Captain Clinton guffawed loudly. The idea of ex-Judge Brewster taking
the case seemed to amuse him hugely.

"Brewster?" he laughed boisterously. "You'd never be able to get
Brewster. Firstly, he's too expensive. Secondly, he's old man Jeffries'
lawyer. He wouldn't touch your case with a ten-foot pole. Besides," he
added in a tone of contempt, "Brewster's no good in a case of this kind.
He's a constitution lawyer--one of them international fellers. He don't
know nothing----"

"He's the only lawyer I want," she retorted determinedly. Then she went
on: "Howard's folks must come to his rescue. They must stand by
him--they must----"

The captain grinned.

"From what I hear," he said, "old man Jeffries won't raise a finger to
save his scapegrace son from going to the chair. He's done with him for
good and all."

Chuckling aloud and talking to himself rather than to his vis-a-vis, he
muttered:

"That alone will convince the jury. They'll argue that the boy can't be
much good if his own go back on him."

Annie's eyes flashed.

"Precisely!" she exclaimed. "But his own won't go back on him. I'll see
to it that they don't." Rising and turning toward the door, she asked:
"Have you anything more to say to me, captain?"

"No," replied the captain hesitatingly. "You can go. Of course you'll be
called later for the trial You can see your husband in the Tombs when
you wish."

No man is so hard that he has not a soft spot somewhere. At heart
Captain Clinton was not an unkind man. Long service in the police force
and a mistaken not