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 sky. Dr. Tansey looked from the window to the jail. The eyes of Professor Armstrong followed his.

"And to think," continued the latter, "That poor fellow cooped up somewhere in there for trying to protect his own."

"Keep on, keep on, Conscience—you're gaining," thought Dr. Tansey, though he made no comment.

Before he could frame any satisfactory comment a bellboy rapped on the door and reached in with the afternoon papers. Dr. Tansey took one in a casual manner, offering another to Professor Armstrong.

"What an infernal lie!" exclaimed Dr. Tansey. "What a hellish, fiendish lie!"

Professor Armstrong looked from his paper to the face of the Doctor, waiting for explanation. Dr. Tansey held the paper he was reading toward his friend.

"Look at that.—Look at that!"

Professor Armstrong glanced at the publication held before him. In glaring head lines letters fully six inches deep, fairly screamed the words:

Then followed a harrowing story purporting to tell of the assault. Dr. Tansey began reading the narrative indignantly.