Potter School - Shield Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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THE POTTER SHIELD A Matter of Angles ' Barbara awoke with a start. Surely she must have dreamt it, yet she could have sworn she heard a revolver shot. The sharp crack seemed still echoing in her ears 5 but the street was silent, and the pale moonlight filtered undisturbed through her window. Queer, she thought, it hadn't seemed like a nightmare-still- With a splintering crash something hurtled through the window and fell heavily on her bed. For a moment she lay motionless, then she sat up and stared stupidly at the cause of the disturbance. A gruff voice murmured outside-a few seconds of silence and then heavy footsteps stumbled up the stairs. ' V Barbara reached out her hand and touched the thing on her bed. The moon- light fell directly on it and it gleamed a bit ominously. She started violently as her fingers came in contact with the cold metal. Suddenly the door burst open, and a blinding flash-light played over the girl. A man's voice muttered something. Four blue-coats entered the room. A faint click in the darkness-and the place became flooded with light. T Barbara gazed wide-eyed at the intruders. She was fearfully hot now g even the night air seemed oppressive. Her cheeks were flushed and the blood pounded violently in her throat. ' One of the officers stepped forward. His eyes darted to her face-to the shat- tered window pane-to the glittering thing in her hand. Only her breathing broke the stillness of the room. The policeman's eyes narrowed toslits. To the terrified girl his face seemed but a luminous blur. Faintly she heard his voice- You are under arrest-murder- She fainted away. PIC Pk Pk Pk wk George Brady, lawyer, newspaper reporter, and amateur detective, buttoned his coaticollar higher as he strode ,down the street. Winter was in the offing, and his breath clouded as it came in contact with the crisp, cold air. Suddenly he paused, listening. Borne on the breeze came the shrill cry of the newsie: 'fEXtry! Extryl Prom'nent San Franciscan murdered! Extryl Terrible murder- Brady broke into a light run. Here, boy-Examiner-all right, keep the change. He stepped into a corner drug-store to read his paper. Rapidly he ran his eyes over the details. Man shot on Divisadero street-about midnight-police End body-broken window-suspicion-Miss Barbara Oarrolyn found with weapon-arrest- Brady dropped the paper, and leaned against the cornice. Queer, he thought, shooting through a window like that. What reason could she-why the whole thing was idiotic-it didn't seem- Brady stepped out into the street and hailed a taxi. Sunset Police Station, he told the driver. ac wk :kg wk wk Sergeant Goff looked up as a shadow fell across his desk. Oh, hello George 5 how's tha boy? In here about last night's little job, eh? Well, you know- i , Brady interrupted him. Is she in there now? He nodded towards the KK ff Coop' Twenty-five