The two girls put on their hats and together they traveled to the distant police station as rapidly as possible. It was a bitter ordeal for Lorna, whose strength was nearly exhausted. The welts on her shoulders from Shepard"s whip brought the tears to her eyes. As they reached the station house the girl became faint. The matron and Mary had to chafe her hands and apply other homely remedies to keep her up for the task of identifying the woman who had been captured.
"Now, Burke," began Sawyer, "I have been saving Trubus for a surprise.
He has been locked up in my private office, and still doesn"t know exactly how we have caught him. I"ve broken the letter of the rules by forbidding him to telephone anyone until you came. I guess it is important enough, in view of our discovery, for me to have done this--he can call up his lawyer as soon as we have confronted him with Clemm and this young girl. Bring me the phonograph records."
They went into his private office, where White was guarding Trubus.
"How much longer am I to be subject to these Russian police methods?"
demanded Trubus, with an oath.
"Quiet, now, Mr. Purity League," said Sawyer, "we are going to have ladies present. You will soon be allowed to talk all you want. But I warn you in advance that everything you say will be used as evidence against you."
"Against me--me, the leading charity worker of our city!" snorted Trubus, but he watched the door uneasily.
"Bring in the young ladies, Burke," directed Captain Sawyer.
Bobbie returned with Mary and Lorna. Trubus started perceptibly as he observed the new telephone girl whom his wife had induced him to employ that day.
Sawyer nodded again to Burke.
"Now the go-between." He turned to Mary. "Do you know this man, Miss Barton?"
The name had a strangely familiar sound to Trubus. He wondered uneasily.
"He is William Trubus, president of the Purity League. I worked for him to-day."
"Do you recognize this man?" was queried, as Clemm shuffled forward, with the a.s.sistance of Burke"s st.u.r.dy push.
"This is the one who was embracing the other telephone girl. But he did not stay there long. I never saw him before that, to my recollection."
"What do you know about this man, Officer 4434?" asked the captain.
Clemm fumbled with his handcuffs, looking down in a sheepish way to avoid the malevolent looks of Trubus.
"He is known as John Clemm, although we have found a police record of him under a dozen different aliases. He formerly ran a gambling house, and at different times has been involved in bunco game and wire-tapping tricks. He is one of the cleverest crooks in New York. In the present case he has been the go-between for this man Trubus, who, posing as a reformer to cover his activities, has kept in touch with the work of the Vice Trust, managed by Clemm. They had a dictagraph and a mechanical pencil register which connected Trubus"s office with Clemm"s."
"It"s a lie!" shouted Trubus, furiously. "Some of these degraded criminals are drawing my famous and honored name into this case to protect themselves. It is a police scheme for notoriety."
"You"ll get the notoriety," retorted Sawyer. "There is a young man who is taking notes for the biggest paper in New York. He has verified every detail. They"ll have extras on the streets in fifteen minutes, for this is the biggest story in years. You are cornered at last, Trubus. Send in the rest of those people arrested in that house owned by Trubus." The woman was brought in with the others of the gang who had been apprehended in the old house.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The pretended philanthropist was cornered at last.]
"Now, Mr. Trubus, this woman rented from you and paid a very high rental. The man Shepard was killed in resisting arrest. We have rounded up Baxter, Craig, Madame Blanche and a dozen others of your employees. Have you anything to say?"
Trubus whirled around and would have struck Clemm had not White intervened.
"You squealer! You"ve betrayed me!"
"No, I didn"t!" cried Clemm, shrinking back. "I swear I didn"t!"
Sawyer reached for the phonograph records and held them up with a laconic smile.
"There"s no use in accusing anyone else, Trubus. You"re your own worst enemy, for these records, with your own dictagraph as the chief a.s.sistant prosecutor, have trapped you."
Trubus raised his hands in terror and his iron nerve gave way completely.
"Oh, my G.o.d!" he cried. "What will my wife and daughter think?"
"You should have figured that out when you started all this," retorted Sawyer. "Take them into the cells, and we"ll have them arraigned at Night Court. Make out the full reports now, men."
The prisoners were led out.
Trubus turned and begged with Sawyer for a little time.
"Let me tell my wife," he pleaded. "I don"t want any one else to do it."
"You stay just where you are, until I am through with you. You"re getting war methods now, Trubus--after waging war from ambush for all this time. Burke, you had better have the young ladies taken home. Go up with them. Use the automobile outside. You can have the evening off as soon as we get through the arraignment at court."
It took an hour before the first charges could be brought to the Magistrate, through whose hands all cases must first be carried. The sisters decided to stay and end their first ordeal with what testimony was desired. This was sufficient for the starting of the wheels of justice. Trubus had called up his lawyer, who was on hand with the usual objections and instructions. But he was held over until the day court, without bail.
"Only let me go home, and break the news to my wife and daughter,"
begged the subdued man. "Oh, I beg that one privilege."
The judge looked at Captain Sawyer, who nodded.
"I will send a couple of men up with him, your honor. I understand his wife is a very estimable lady. It will be a bitter blow to her."
"All right. You will have to go in the custody of the police. But I will not release you on bail."
Bobbie and the girls had already sped on their way to the happy Barton home. Trubus, under the watchful eyes of two policemen and with his lawyer, lost no time in returning to his mansion.
As he rang the bell the butler hurried to the door in a frightened manner.
"It can"t be true, sir, wot the pypers say, can it?" he gasped. But Trubus forced his way past, followed by the attorney and his two guards.
In the beautiful drawing-room he saw two maids leaning over the Oriental couch. They were trying to quiet his daughter.
"Why, Sylvia, my child," he cried.
"Oh, oh!" exclaimed the girl, forcing herself free from the restraining hands of the servants. She laughed shrilly as she staggered toward her father. Her eyes were wide and staring with the light of madness.
"Here"s father! Dear father!"
Trubus paled, but caught her in his arms.
"My poor dear," he began.
"Oh, look, father, what it says in the papers. We missed you--ha, ha!--and the newsboys sold us this on the street. Look, father, there"s your picture. He, he! And Ralph bought it and brought it to me."
She staggered and sank half-drooping in his arms. Her head rolled back and her eyes stared wildly at the ceiling. Her mad laughter rang out shrilly, piercing the ears of her miserable father. The two policemen and the lawyer watched the uncanny scene.