instincts and enormous physical strength, he loves to play the tyrant.
In his precinct he poses as a kind of czar and fondly imagines he has
the power to administer the law itself. By his brow-beating tactics,
intolerable under Anglo-Saxon government, he is turning our police force
into a gang of ruffians who have the city terror-stricken. In order to
further his political ambitions he stops at nothing. He lets the guilty
escape when influence he can't resist is brought to bear, but in order
to keep up his record with the department he makes arrests without the
slightest justification. To secure convictions he manufactures, with the
aid of his detectives, all kinds of perjured evidence. To paraphrase a
well-known saying, his motto is: 'Convict--honestly, if you can--but
convict.'"

"It is outrageous," said Mr. Jeffries. "No one can approve such methods.
Of course, in dealing with the criminal population of a great city, they
cannot wear kid gloves, but Captain Clinton certainly goes too far. What
is the specific complaint on which the suit is based?"

"Captain Clinton," replied the judge, "made the mistake of persecuting a
young woman who happened to be the daughter of a wealthy client of mine.
One of his detectives arrested her on a charge of shoplifting. The girl,
mind you, is of excellent family and irreproachable character. My client
and his lawyer tried to show Captain Clinton that he had made a serious
blunder, but he brazened it out, claiming on the stand that the girl was
an old offender. Of course, he was forced at last to admit his mistake
and the girl went free, but think of the humiliation and mental anguish
she underwent! It was simply a repetition of his old tactics. A
conviction, no matter at what cost."

"What do you hope to bring about by this suit?"

"Arouse public indignation, and if possible get Captain Clinton
dismissed from the force. His record is none too savory. Charges of
graft have been made against him time and time again, but so far nothing
has been proved. To-day he is a man of wealth on a comparatively small
salary. Do you suppose his money could have come to him honestly?"

In another corner of the salon stood Dr. Bernstein, the celebrated
psychologist, the centre of an excited crowd of enthusiastic admirers.

Alicia approached a group of chattering women. Each was more elaborately
dressed than her neighbor, and loaded down with rare gems. They at once
stopped talking as their hoste