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I don't want it served before then." "Why?" "I have my reasons." "Sorenson? And Vorse and Burkhardt? They've stirred up this charge against the man." Lucerio making an angry answer, he continued. "Well, everybody knows you jump when they pull the string. I'll have to serve the warrant, naturally.
But granting that everything is as shown, with Lucerio the county attorney under Sorenson's thumb and the community as it is there's a question if Saurez' statement even will be enough to convict them." At that Janet jumped up, her eyes gleaming. "That is not all the proof, not all by any means!" she cried. "What more is there?" "Mr. Johnson's evidence."
"If he is to do either, it's news to me," Madden said, and proceeded to the office of Lucerio, the county attorney. Madden was a blunt man, who for policy's sake might close his eyes to unimportant political influence as exercised by the Sorenson crowd. But he was no mere compliant tool. This was his first term in office.
Nor does it fool father, for he said only yesterday that there's something more at bottom of the feeling against you than merely a fight of moneyed interests. He knows from what I told him that that dead man tried to murder you; yet he hears constant talk of your 'crime, of evidence being gathered against you by the county attorney, Mr. Lucerio, and of the penalty you shall pay.
At a distance of about ten feet off the crowd of people halted, staring eagerly at the jail building, showing their white teeth as they carried on low talk in Spanish and awaiting with impatience the return of Madden and Lucerio that they might flood them with questions.
He had never yet crossed swords with the cattleman and the others associated with him, because the occasion had never arisen. When he had allowed himself to be nominated for sheriff, though Sorenson might imagine Madden to be at his orders, the latter had accepted the office with certain well-defined ideas of his duty. "What do you want of me?" he asked Lucerio, for whom he had little liking.
"You got him all right, sheriff?" he said. "Yes. He came in with me," was the answer. "But who are these others?" "Step inside and I'll tell you, Lucerio." The county attorney joined the sheriff, peered inside the doorway and hesitated. It was dark within; no light showed except a patch of moonlight at the far side of the building that fell through a barred window.
With Sorenson and Vorse locked up along with Burkhardt and I'll throw Lucerio, the county attorney, in with them on the off chance he's an accomplice there will be high feeling running in San Mateo. As quick as I can make arrangements, we'll take them to safe quarters elsewhere to-night if possible, to-morrow at the latest, in fast machines. These men have friends, remember."
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