CRUSHING EVIDENCE.
The opportunity which came to Boss Coggswell was in the form of a
letter. Bill Hillman brought it to him as he sat in his private office
at the headquarters of the Samuel J. Coggswell Association. Hillman was
one of his henchmen, who, during the enforced absence of Jake Hines, had
been chosen by the boss to fill that unfortunate young man’s place as
his confidential man. He was not as able a worker as Jake, judged by the
standard which had made the latter so useful to his chief, but he
combined the qualities of shrewdness, audacity, and unscrupulousness to
a greater degree than anybody else in the organization; therefore,
Coggswell had picked him as the man best fitted to wear Jake’s mantle.
“Here’s something important, boss,” Hillman exclaimed, bursting
excitedly into his chief’s presence and waving a pink envelope with an
ungummed flap.
Coggswell took the envelope, and noted with interest that it was
addressed to the Honorable Sugden Lawrence. It bore in the left-hand
corner the imprint: “Hodginson & Lehman, Attorneys, 22 Wall Street.”
He drew out the inclosure, and read eagerly the following typed
communication:
“MY DEAR JUDGE: I beg to acknowledge receipt of your check for
thirty thousand dollars, in full settlement of the claims of our
client, Miss Marjorie Dorman. In consideration of this payment our
client agrees to abandon her action against you for breach of
promise of marriage, and to return all letters written to her by
you. Formal agreement to this effect will be mailed to you under
separate cover.
“May I take the liberty, my dear judge, of congratulating you upon
the satisfactory outcome of this unpleasant case, and upon the rare
good sense you have displayed in deciding to settle the matter out
of court, thereby avoiding a lot of painful notoriety, which, no
doubt, would have been most distressing to a man as prominent in
public life as yourself? We need scarcely assure you, now, that
there will be absolutely no publicity. Yours cordially,
HARVEY HODGINSON.”
The last sentence of this letter afforded Boss Coggswell much amusement.
“No publicity!” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t know about that. I rather
think that Mr. Harvey Hodginson is going to find himself mistaken on
that point.”
He turned to Bill Hillman. “This letter is indeed interesting,” he
remarked. “How did you get it, my boy? I hope you came by it honestly?”
Hillman’s only response was a broad grin. He knew that the boss knew
very well how the letter came into his possession. In spite of the
narrow escape he had had once before, Coggswell, for several days past,
had been up to his old trick of having Judge Lawrence’s mail intercepted
and carefully scrutinized before it was delivered to its addressee. He
was so anxious to “get something on” his opponent that he considered the
risk worth while.
Hillman grinned again as the boss folded the letter, replaced it in the
envelope, and carefully gummed down the flap. It had been opened by
holding it over a steaming kettle, and was necessary for Coggswell to
resort to the mucilage bottle on his desk in order to close it again. He
performed the task with a dexterity which showed that he was a master
craftsman at that sort of thing, taking great care not to invite
suspicion by applying too much mucilage.
“Bless me!” he exclaimed, suddenly drawing back with affected
astonishment after he had completed this operation. “There’s a postage
stamp on this envelope, Bill--an uncanceled stamp. Queer that I didn’t
notice it before. It looked as if this letter must have somehow dropped
out of the mail. You’d better take it right away and hand it to a letter
carrier. As good citizens, Bill, it is our duty to see that the United
States mails are not delayed any longer than is absolutely necessary.”
As Hillman hurried out to restore the letter to the unscrupulous carrier
from whom he had “borrowed” it, Coggswell reached for his desk
telephone, and called up a certain newspaper man with whom he was on
very friendly terms.
“Can you come around to the club right away?” he inquired. “There’s a
chance for you to make twenty dollars and get a good story for your
paper, besides.”
Half an hour later he was explaining to the reporter what was required
of him. The latter was to earn the twenty dollars by interviewing a firm
of lawyers named Hodginson & Lehman, and a young woman named Miss
Marjorie Dorman, if he could find her. He was to ask them about a
breach-of-promise suit which the Honorable Sugden Lawrence had settled
out of court by the payment of thirty thousand dollars.
“It is probable that you won’t find either the lawyers or the young lady
willing to talk,” he remarked. “They don’t wish any publicity. But a
reporter of your experience ought to be able to wring some information
out of either one or the other. Do the best you can, and let me know as
soon as possible what you find out.”
The reporter was not successful. At the law offices of Hodginson &
Lehman he was told curtly that the firm never discussed its clients’
affairs with representatives of the press. A search through city
directories and telephone books failed to locate Miss Marjorie Dorman.
Boss Coggswell was disappointed, but not dismayed. “I scarcely expected
that you’d be able to make them talk,” he told his newspaper friend;
“but I thought it was worth trying. Of course, the more details I could
get about the case the better. However, I have enough information for my
purpose. Come around to Colfax Hall to-night, and you’ll see some fun.
I’m going to address a big meeting there--the biggest of the whole
campaign--and I’m going to hand a big jolt to my dear friend the judge.
I don’t imagine that he’ll be as popular with the voters of this
district after I get through with him. If you can’t come yourself, you’d
better see that your paper sends another man to cover the meeting. I’m
going to notify all the other papers. I want every sheet in town to
print my speech.”