American fiction -- 20th century; Detective and mystery stories
The dead child had been found by a crone, who was ministering to Mrs.
Peters. She had placed it in a cot in a room adjacent to the mother’s
room, and had left both mother and child asleep at about six-thirty
o’clock while she went out to attend to some small purchases. She
returned at about a quarter to seven to find Peters just home from his
work and sitting by his wife’s bed. She was asleep. It was not for
some little time later that the beldame, going to the child’s cot,
discovered that it was dead. Her first suppressed cry had been heard
by the acute ears of the mother, even in sleep, and she awakened from
slumber to call for her babe. In the excitement that followed with the
husband and the beldame she became alarmed and, arising, made her way
to the adjoining room to discover the dreadful truth. She sank rapidly
after the shock and died within a few days.
It was not until the doctor, coming on a call to attend the mother,
examined the child, that the marks of strangulation were discovered
on its little throat. The police were promptly notified. After one
night’s detention the old woman was freed of suspicion and the police
hand fell on Peters.
He protested that he had entered the house not fifteen minutes before
the old woman, had found both mother and babe asleep, as he supposed,
and had sat down by his wife’s side to watch, until the nurse returned.
Such were the principal facts.
Lanagan, working from a stubborn conviction of Peters’ innocence, had
devoted much attention to the case. Finally, when the police brought
Peters to trial, Lanagan had enlisted the services of Haddon to defend
him. Lanagan had known Haddon for a good many years; known him when
he was a young prosecutor in the police courts. He had given him many
friendly “boosts” in those days. Haddon had never forgotten. He was
frank to admit that it was the newspaper men at police headquarters,
constantly “featuring” him in the police news, who gave him his real
start.
After Bannerman had ruled as a committing magistrate, binding Peters
over to trial for murder, Lanagan had walked to Haddon’s office,
reviewing the events of the day.
It was his own conviction, as well as that of Haddon, that in all
fairness, from the evidence presented, Bannerman should have dismissed
the charge. That he should have held Peters as guilty gave Lanagan a
freshened enthusiasm in Peters’ behalf; because it appeared to Lanagan
that Bannerman was acting under powerful pressure in finding such a
holding, even with the sentiment created by neurotic women in favour of
a conviction.
“I’ll keep you posted on developments,” said Lanagan, as he left
Haddon’s office, cheerfully helping himself to a fist-full of the
cigars which that discriminating smoker imported for his own use. “I
may need your service later.
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