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"The Grand Jury indicted Dopey Jack this afternoon. The trial " "Dopey Jack," quoted Murtha in disgusted tones. "That's the way it is nowadays. Give a dog a bad name why, I suppose this bad name's going to stick to him all his life, now. It ain't right.
"Hello, Murtha," returned Carton, retaining his good temper and seeing the humour of the situation, where the practice of years was reversed and the mountain was coming to Mahomet. "This is a little er informal but I'm glad to see you, nevertheless," he added quietly. "Won't you sit down? By the way, meet Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Jameson. Is there anything I can do for you?"
But a photograph has come into my possession in which Mr. Carton is represented as standing in a group on a porch, with Mr. Murtha, Mrs. Ogleby, and an unknown woman. The first three are in poses that show the utmost friendliness. I do not hesitate to say that was originally a photograph of yourself, Mr. Murtha, Mrs. Ogleby, and a woman whom you know well.
Connie Murtha, you know," he goes on, "the big poolroom backer, and one of the flossiest, foxiest widows in New York." "Then that accounts for the husky wad," says I. "Twenty thousand! No piker, was he? Ask your man who's on the case?" "Rusitelli & Donahue," says Whitey. "Mike's a friend of mine too; but he never talks much." "Let's have a try, anyway," says I.
Early this evening one of the night attendants recognized the unidentified body as that of Murtha, "the Smiling Boss," whose escape day before yesterday from an asylum in Westchester has remained a mystery until now. "Well what do you think of that!" ejaculated Carton. "Murtha dead and I thought the whole thing was a job they were putting up on me!"
"Carton," he ground out, as he reached the door, "you will regret this." "I hope not," returned the other summoning with a mighty effort at least the appearance of suavity. "Good-bye." The only answer was the vicious slam which Murtha gave the door. As the echo died, the District Attorney turned to us.
"Lost his nerve?" repeated Carton. "Yes. I told him I would publish the whole affair of the photographs just as I knew it, not caring whom it hit. I advised him to read his revised statutes again about money in elections and I added the threat, 'There will be no "dough day" or it will be carried to the limit, Dorgan, and I will resurrect Murtha in an hour! You should have seen his face!
Shaking himself loose from them would result in finding himself the centre of an enthusiastic crowd of Reform Leaguers. Mrs. Ogleby was there, also, and both Kennedy and I watched her curiously. I wondered whether she might not feel just a little relieved to think that Murtha was seemingly out of the way for the present.
He had not told her that he had made it, if in fact he had, and she had let the thing out, never thinking Langhorne had been the eavesdropper, but supposing it must be Carton. "Why why did you go to that dinner with Murtha?" he asked finally, with a trace of reproach in his tone. "Why? Why not?" she answered defiantly. "What do I care about Martin? Why should I not have my my freedom, too?
Murtha smothered his rage, although I knew he would with pleasure have had us stuck up or blackjacked. "See here, Carton." he blurted out at length, approaching the desk of the District Attorney and lowering his big voice as much as he was capable, "can't we reach some kind of agreement between ourselves? You let up on Rubano and well, I might be able to get some of my friends to let up on Carton.
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