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202 LAURA BRAYTON. “Never! never!” shouted Sharp, foaming with rage, | The policemen, one on each side, raised him up and started toward the door. With a sudden motion he bent down his head, and the sharp teeth met through the hand of the policeman on his right. With a yell of pain, mingled with rage, the officer brought his club down with terrible force on the skull of the lawyer. In a second the jaws of the wretch ‘elated: and as the officer jerked his lacerated, bleeding hand from his mouth, he saw a quiver run through the whole frame of the lawyer, indicating the spas- -modic action of nerves sometimes preceding death. “By thunder, Potter, I believe you’ve killed him!” cried the other officer. . : “T only hope I have. Look how he has gnawed my hand. If I have the lockjaw I shall die too. Ugh! the beast.” Enoch Sharp did not struggle any more. Nor was he seen to breathe again. They carried him down to the library and laid him on the settee there. Water was dashed in his face. That did not bring him too. “T didn’t think I had struck so hard. But he was. biting terrible, and I wanted to make him let go,” said the officer, now a little alarmed, seeing that the lawyer was really dead. | “Do not be troubled. You have only saved the hangman a job,” said a stern voice, and, coming from an inner room, aman with a deep red scar on the side of his face advanced. Holding up a key, this man said. “Open that safe and you will see his first Pickin for to-night.” comicbooks.c¢