"Then I will open it," said the marshal, and the next moment the door
was forced open. The woman gave a scream and made a dash at the nearest
man, beside herself with rage, fighting and tearing like a wild animal.
And well she might, for inside, crumpled up on the floor, under a pile
of clothing, lay the girl we were searching for, in a comatose state.
She was lifted carefully and brought out into the light, and I scarcely
knew her, so battered and bruised and dead-alive the poor thing
appeared. Dixey, however, knew, and he testified his affection and
gratitude by stealing in between us as we stood around her and licking
the poor thing's hand. It was a terrible story that was revealed when
the facts came out, and its details were too horrifying and revolting to
be put in print, but that night Madam Snow's hotel was closed. The
lights which had lured so many a frail bark to shipwreck were
extinguished, and Madam Snow and her wretched retinue of slaves, who had
been bound to a servitude more awful than anything which history could
tell or romance could portray, were held in the custody of the marshal
of the United States.
The newspapers next day, with one exception, contained an account of the
"pulling" of Smooth Ally's place. That exception was _The Trumpet_. But
a day or two later John Marvel received a cheque for $200 from Coll
McSheen "for his poor." I had never seen Wolffert show more feeling than
when John, in the innocency of his heart, told him of the gift. "It is
the wedge of Achan!" he exclaimed. "It is hush money. It is blood money.
It is the thirty pieces of silver given for blood. Even Judas returned
it." He made his proof clear, and the money was returned.
XXXII
"DOCTOR CAIAPHAS"
It was the duty of the street-car company under their charter to run
through cars every day or forfeit their charter--a wise provision,
doubtless; but one which did not contemplate that Coll McSheen who was
trying to destroy the company should have control of the police on whose
protection the ability to carry out the charter depended.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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