Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1916)

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The Destroyers 237 officers came to me with an utterly incredible story. In effect, he proclaimed Lawler a crook. I refused to believe it. "I'll send you proofs in a day or two," he told me. And he sent them. The bulky envelope with its damning evidence against Lawler came to me as Josephine and I sat reading on the swing seat of the porch. There was never a couple as happy as Josephine and I ; fortune smiled upon us, and we hadn't a care in the world. A maid: brought the letter, and when I tore it open and glanced through its contents my hands shook, and there must have been horror in my face, for Josephine grasped my arm, her eyes wide. "Is it some bad news ?" she asked. "The very worst," I told her. "This is evidence that my friend Lawler is a grafter — a thief ! I wouldn't have believed it, but here is proof positive. It is my duty to the State to make it public. That means that it will defeat my boyhood friend for the governorship." "Lawler a thief !" she gasped. It was a terrific blow to me, and I determined for friendship's sake to interview Lawler: I hustled into a coat and set out for his home. He had one of the show places of the town, and I shuddered as I pictured how he had made his money. A taxi was standing at his door, and before I could ring the bell Lawler himself emerged. He greeted me effusivelv. "Came to congratulate me?" he said, smiling. "Speaking with all due modesty, it looks to me like a walk-over." "It would be a walk-over," I answered, "if certain facts I have in my possession are withheld." The smile faded from his lips — hard, cold, thin lips that were veiled by a wisp of mustache that drooped over them. There was cruelty, malice in his eyes now. His brows came together in a frown. It was an astonishing change that came over his features. "Speak quick !" he went on. "I've Josephine snuggled closer to me and turned a most unfriendly face to the French girl. got to go to the club and talk over some details with my henchmen. What have you on your chest ?" "Only this," I said bluntly. "I have absolute proof that you are a crook."