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ONCE IN JEOPARDY
By Lon Williams
At the mere sight of Cynthia Bondell, Judge Steele knew the jury would bring in any verdict
her heart desired. But the judge also felt that nothing in the world would be better for Flat
Creek than the hanging of defendant – one to which Cynthia was rumored to be engaged!
getting off to a mighty noble start. Bucky, “Defendant,” said Claybrook, “is
panel a jury.” charged with having killed Robert
“Call ‘em, Skiffy,” said Buckalew. Hungerford Drury, deliberately, and with
Skiffington called, and in due course malice aforethought. I have witnesses as to
of wrangling and overruling, and the malice and one who saw this alleged crime
heaving of undesirables outdoors, twelve committed.”
jurors took their seats. “How’s that for language, Professor?”
But Judge Steele developed doubts Steele asked disdainfully.
almost at once; a juror struck him wrong. “That is acceptable, suh.”
Kobbe Hasselton was physically all “Call fust witness, Mr. Prosecutor.”
right—big, smooth-faced, well-dressed. It “Call Lindsey Wilson, alias Linsey
was his uneasy facial expression Steele Woolsey,” said Claybrook.
didn’t like. Eleven men would have Wilson was conducted in, his beard
rendered a verdict of guilty forthwith; scraggly and tobacco-stained, one eye
Hasselton either wanted evidence, or had a gone, teeth worn down to gumlines by
trick up his sleeve. Well, consarn him, if it incessant chewing. From audience
was a trick, he’d better keep his trick standpoint, he was a thing to be tolerated
where it was. and hastily cleared away, as so much
“Witnesses come and be sworn,” rubbish. Only one witness was going to be
Steele called sharply. important here; Judge Steele, as everybody
Nine men came forward. Following else, knew that.
them came a woman, escorted by a proud Claybrook was exasperatingly
deputy sheriff. Men leaned and gawked, deliberate. “Your name is Lindsey
and now Judge Steele understood that Wilson?”
sprinkling of dudes and those gold-diggers “Yep.”
who had taken baths. Claybrook stalled an irritating
Skiffington scarecrowed up. “Lup your moment. “Know defendant?”
right hands. Swear-tell-truth-’ole-truth- “Yep.”
num-but-truth-selp-e-god. Go to witness Claybrook took a sidelong glance at
room.” handsome Leander Croy. “Ever play cards
All except Lady Beautiful were herded at Croy’s place?”
out. She, instead, was escorted out by “Yep. Lost, though.”
polite deputies. “Ever hear defendant talking about a
Prosecutor Claybrook got up. “If your lady named Cynthia Bondell?”
honor please, I have one eyewitness to this “Yep.”
murder, and nine witnesses by whom to “Relate that conversation.” Faces had
prove deliberation and malice lighted with interest. But Lex Hutto got
aforethought.” up. “Ahem. Your honor, suh, it is not
Hutto was up promptly. “Your honor, permissible for him to tell what somebody
suh, I object to his reference to this killing said.”
as murder. Murder has not been Claybrook squared his shoulders
established; I suggest that Mr. Claybrook manfully. “Witness has not been asked to
give more thought to his form of words.” tell what somebody said.”
Judge Steele’s voice was barbed with “Ahem. If your honor please, suh,
satire. “Professor Hutto wants you to there is in law no difference between relate
watch your language, Claybrook.” and tell. Mr. Claybrook cannot heave a
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dead dog into our midst and cause it to thunder, Hutto, what do you mean by
smell good by calling it a pomegranate.” that?”
Judge Steele restrained his rising Claybrook interceded with confident
displeasure. “Professor, I don’t know why, politeness. “I can explain, your honor.
but you’re overruled.” Professor Hutto means you must allege a
“Defendant respectfully saves thing before you are permitted to prove it.”
exception, suh.” Judge Steele jerked his mustache.
“Consarn you, Hutto, what do you “You’re both overruled. Be-consarned—”
mean by that?” “Then,” puffed Hutto, “I further object
“Your honor has committed error, suh. that it is hearsay; a witness may not tell
Should there be an appeal from an adverse what somebody said.”
verdict, that might be ground for a Claybrook nodded. “That is correct,
reversal—begging your honor’s pardon.” your honor.”
Steele had grown blistering hot.
please, suh, I should like to cross- Whim and seven other men, one after
examine.” another, testified as to Leander Croy’s
threats. Croy, they swore, had said he’d
take his double-barrel shotgun and blow
Bob Drury’s head off his shoulders, if
Drury ever crossed his path again.
There were picturesque variations. For
instance, Croy had said he’d give this
warbling oriole, Cynthia Bondell, a chance
to see how her piece of ginger looked with
“Proceed,” snapped Steele. his face blowed off. Again, Croy had said
Hutto waddled over and confronted he’d make Bob Drury look like a pack
Lindsey Woolsey. “So you played cards train had walked on his elegant whiskers.
down at Mr. Croy’s place, did you?” Hutto shouted objections, saved
“Yep.” exceptions, but got nowhere.
Professor Hutto arched his eyebrows. “Call Miss Cynthia Bondell,” said
“My dear suh, would you occasionally just Claybrook.
as leave say yep-yep?”
A
“Now see hyar,” growled Judge Steele, DEPUTY ushered her in and seated
“leave off that draw-chain straddlin’ and her. Men sighed, stretched their
stick to business.” necks for better glimpses and looked
“Sorry, suh,” said Hutto. He faced hungry-eyed.
Lindsey Woolsey. “And you got cleaned And here, Steele suspected, was where
out down at Mr. Croy’s place, did you?” trouble would begin. His own heart
“Shore did.” behaved badly, and a mere glance at jurors
“Cleaned out by one of his card-slicks, revealed that they had tumbled headlong
eh?” for this dainty songbird. Hutto, too, saw
“That’s how it was, sir.” what was happening, and his round-faced
“And now, to get even with Mr. Croy, expression was one of grave concern.
you made up this cock-and-bull story Cynthia Bondell was a blonde. Her
about a conversation you eavesdropped eyes, blue-violet, were filled with sad,
and heard, didn’t you?” sweet longing. Her hair was silk in texture,
“No, sir.” sun-mellowed flax in color, in its depths
“You didn’t?” that golden luster so dear to a digger’s
“Shore didn’t.” heart. She wore a tiny black hat, turned up
“Then why did you make it up?” fore and aft. In front it bore an emerald
Judge Steele thumped indignantly. brooch and a small, black feather. Aft, it
“Hutto, you stop insultin’ our witness.” was plain, but cozily nestled in a mass of
“Why, suh—” waves and curls.
“I said stop it!” Her face was fair, flawless, gentle, and
Hutto backed away. “Very well, suh; bore a frightened, troubled expression.
no more questions.” Round her small slant-away neck glittered
Woolsey wrinkled his nose and went a string of emeralds, its pendant a gold
down chewing his gums. lacework bearing a large emerald for its
Claybrook got up. “Call Jamison center-piece. She was slender, tightly
Whim, alias Whim-wham Whim.” laced. Her bosom rose and fell slowly. In
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gems. “It was but a moment after we’d charms. “Ahem. Miss Bondell, you say
stopped,” she said. “A premonition, sound, you are a singer?”
shadow, or something else caused me to Cynthia replied modestly, “That is my
glance up quickly. And there was Mr. calling, Mr. Hutto.”
Croy, crouched between boulders, a “If I may say so,” said Hutto with
shotgun in his hands aimed at Mr. Drury. I suffusive gallantry, “I hear you sing with
tried to scream, and did, but too late. Mr. rapturous sweetness.”
Croy fired twice—” Cynthia’s eyes were pensive, cautious.
Cynthia covered her eyes. “It is gracious of you to say so.”
Steele’s voice was sympathetic, but Claybrook rose sulkily, “Now, your
firm. “Go ahead, lady.” honor, this is no place for a mutual
Cynthia removed her hands. Her eyes admiration contest; Professor Hutto should
were moist. “Mr. Drury fell from his know that.”
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“My profoundest apologies,” said Hutto twirled his watch chain again.
Hutto. He studied briefly. “Miss Bondell, “Had you promised to marry either of
at first you sang for Mr. Croy, I believe?” them?”
“I did.” Cynthia gave this question some
“Then Mr. Drury gave you a more thought, then shook her head. “Not
attractive offer?” definitely.”
“Yes.” “Indefinitely, had you not promised
“Miss Bondell, had you known Mr. both of them?”
Drury before you came to Flat Creek?” Judge Steele drew a quick breath.
She cast him a puzzled glance. “Why, “Hutto, are you trying to insult this lady?”
no.” “Nothing is farther from my mind,
“Had you previously known Mr. suh.”
Croy?” “All right, lady,” said Steele, “answer
Her head moved slowly. “I had not.” that or not, as you like.”
A gold watch chain ran from Hutto’s Cynthia lifted her left hand in sweet
left vest pocket through a buttonhole and unawareness of what she did and touched
into his right vest pocket. He lifted its right her emerald pendant. No engagement ring
end, from which dangled a small diamond was evident, though a finger ruby gleamed
ring. This he twirled conspicuously several blood-red and a bracelet of diamonds
times, then replaced it. glittered.
Consarn him, thought Steele. He was She glanced at Judge Steele, blue-
trying to make that jury believe this was violet eyes filled with tender uncertainty.
Cynthia Bondell’s ring, given her by Croy “I assured both men that I had made no
and for a time worn as an engagement promise to anyone.”
ring. If ever there was a double-dyed “Then,” said Hutto, turning suddenly
rascal— hostile, “you let them pursue their rivalry,
“Miss Bondell,” said Hutto, “a each inspired by hope?”
moment ago you observed that Mr. Drury Judge Steele followed Hutto’s glance
had been very nice to you. Was not Mr. and instantly understood his trickery.
Croy, also, very nice to you?” Jurors were looking at Cynthia Bondell,
“He was willing to be, according to his telling themselves she was worth a
standards.” murder, ready to sacrifice their souls on
Smiles rippled across numerous faces. her love altar.
Hutto frowned vaguely. “Ahem. Did Steele was furious. “Don’t answer that
Mr. Drury propose marriage to you?” question, lady.”
“Yes.” “Your honor, suh,” said Hutto, almost
“Had Mr. Croy proposed marriage to reproachfully, “this worthy gentleman I
you?” am endeavoring to defend has been
“Yes.” charged with having killed a rival in love,
“Did you not, indeed, for a time wear deliberately, and with malice aforethought.
an engagement ring given you by Mr. It is my theory that malice and love do not,
Croy?” and cannot, abide together. Hostility of
Consarn him! thought Steele. lovers goes deeper than maliciousness of
“I did not,” said Cynthia. There was a spirit; upon Miss Bondell’s answer to my
remote hint of indignation in both voice question, accordingly, hangs a man’s fate.
and manner. That they were rivals for this beautiful
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own wrong, has disqualified a juror from Drury had fired on him. Call Hank
continuing to sit as such. In that event, Mallicoat.”
defendant is in second jeopardy, but Deputy Dan Trewhitt stood in front of
because of his wrong he is deemed to have Judge Steele again. “I’m as sorry as a
waived his constitutional privilege. That is caught sheep-killer, Judge, but both of
what has happened here. So you are not in Demeree’s witnesses have skipped town.
error, Wardlow. Go right—” Bill Hacker Left like scalded dogs. Deputy Hornhill
paused, his eye riveted. saw ‘em ridin’ out durin’ recess, going
“What’s wrong, Bill?” like a house afire.”
“Hold it, Wardlow. French Demeree Bill Hacker pulled Steele’s sleeve and
has just come in. Let’s wait until he’s whispered, “My boys caught ‘em at Logan
brought up to date by Hutto, then see what Gap, Wardlow, and hung ‘em. Those two
he has to say.” were with Croy when he murdered Drury.
Accomplices.”
Hacker filled his pipe with tobacco though afterwards his guilt becomes
crumbs and fired up. “Let’s go, Wardlow.” certain.”
Steele kept his seat. “Bill, I’ve got two “Be-consarned if I ever heard of
questions on my mind. First, suppose anything so stupid.”
some lame-brained jury acquits a Hacker grinned and kept silent.
murderer, then it becomes clear to “Another thing, Bill. What about
everybody that he was raw-meat guilty. Demeree?”
Do you mean to tell me we couldn’t drag “You’ve got me there, Wardlow. But
him in and try him again?” for once, I’d say, Demeree acted like a
Hacker thumbed his burning tobacco pretty honorable fellow.”
and drew a long pull on his pipe. “That’s Steele slid down and straightened his
right, Wardlow. Where a convicted gun belt. “I wonder,” he said. “It wasn’t
criminal asks for them, he can get as many like Demeree. I’m thinkin’ he wasn’t
new trials as courts will allow him, but we speaking so much in behalf of honor as he
on our part get only one whack at him. was in behalf of Hutto’s neck.”
Once a jury acquits him, he’s home free,
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