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Hi i\* rrl Jeffries, banker's son, under
tli • :1 Influence of Hubert Cnderwood,
« fell. -student at Yale, leads n life of
dissipation, marries the duughter of a
nibler who died in prison, and Is dis
owned by his father. He tries to get work
and fails. A former college chum makes
H baslne:.* proposition to Howard which
requires $:,(*«) cash, and Howard Is broke.
Robert t'nd( rwood, who bus been re
fills' d by Howard's wife, Annie, in his
college days, and had once been engaged
to Alicia. Howard's stepmother, lias
cpartments at the Astruria. Howard de
cides to ask Underwood for the JL'.IKK) he
needs. Underwood, taking advantage of
his intimacy with Mrs. Jeffries, Sr., be
comes a sort of social highwayman. Dis
covering his true character she denies
him the bouse. Alicia receives a note from
Underwood, threatening suicide. Art
dealers for whom he has been acting as
commissioner, demand an accounting. He
cannot make good. Howard .Jeffries
calls in an intoxicated condition. He asks
I nderwood for 12,000 and is told by the
latter that he Is In debt up to his eyes.
Howard drinks himself into a maudlin
condition, and goes to sleep on a divan.
A caller Is announced and Underwood
draws a screen around the drunken
sleeper. Alicia enters. She demands a
promise from him that he will not take
his life, pointing to the disgrace that
would attach to herself. Underwood re
fuses to promise unless she will renew
lu-r patronage. This she refuses to do.
Underwood kills himself. The report of
the pistol awakens Howard. He stumbles
over the dead body of Underwood. Reali
sing his predicament he attempts to (lee
and is met by Underwood's valet. How
ard is turned over to the police.
"Hut what's the good of sitting here
in this death house?" protested How
ard. "Take me to the station if I
must go. It's intolerable to sit any
The captain beckoned to Maloney.
"Not so fast, young man. Before
we goto the station we want to ask
jou a few questions. Don't we, Ma
The sergeant came over, and the
captain whispered something in his
ear. Howard shivered. Suddenly
turning to his prisoner, the captain
shouted in the stern tone of com
Howard did as he was ordered. He
felt he must. There was no resisting
that powerful brute's tone of authori
ty. Pointing to the other side of the
table, the captain went on:
"Stand over there where I can look
The two men now faced each other,
the small table alone separating
them. The powerful electrolier over
head cast its light full on How
ard's haggard face and on the cap
tain's scowling features. Suddenly
Maloney turned off every electric
light except the lights in the elect
rolier, the glare of which was inten
sified by the surrounding darkness.
The rest of the room was in shadow.
One saw only these two figures
standing vividly out in the strong
light—the white-faced prisoner and
his stalwart inquisitor. In the dark
background stood Policeman Delaney.
Close at hand was Maloney taking
"You did it, and you know you did
it!" thundered the captain, fixing his
eyes on his trembling victim.
"I did not do it," replied Howard
slowly and firmly, returning the police
'You're lying!" shouted the captain.
"I'm not lying," replied Howard
The captain glared at him for a
moment and then suddenly tried new
"Why did you come here?" he de
"I came to borrow money."
"Did you get it?"
"No —he said he couldn't give it to
'Then you killed him."
"1 did not kill him," replied Howard
Thus the searching examination
went on, mercilessly, tirelessly. The
same questions, the same answers, the
same accusations, the same denials,
hour after hour. The captain was
tired, but being a giant in physique,
ho could stand it. He knew that his
victim could not. It was only a ques
tion of time when the hitter's resist
ance would be weakened. Then he
would stop lying and tell the truth.
That's all he wanted —the truth.
"You shot him!"
"I did not."
"I'm not lying—it's the truth."
So it went on, hour after hour, re
lentlessly. pitilessly, while the patient
Maloney, in the obscure background,
The clock ticked on, and still the
merciless browbeating went on. They
had been at it now five long, weary
hours Through tht blinds the gray
daylight ouh-id> was creeping its way
In All the policemen were exhaust
ed. The pi i-oner was on the verge of
col la pile Maloney and Patrolman
Delaney were dozing on chairs, but
Capt. Clinton, a marvel of iron will
Hnd pby ical strength, never relaxed
fui UK-int-nt Not allowing himself
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Hp kept pounding tho unhappy youth
with searching questions.
By this time Howard's condition was
pitiable to witness. His face was
white as death. Ills trembling lips
could hardly articulate. It was with
the greatest difficulty that he kept on
his feet. Every moment he seemed
about to fall. At times he clutched the
table nervously, for fear he would
stumble. Several times, through sheer
exhaustion, he sat, down. The act was
almost involuntary. Nature was giv
"I can't stand any more," he mur
mured. "What's the good of all these
questions? I tell you I didn't do it."
He sank helplessly onto a chair. His
eyes rolled in his head. He looked as
if he would faint.
"Stand up!" thundered the captain
Howard obeyed mechanically, al
though he reeled in the effort. To
steady himself, he caught hold of the
table. His strength was fast ebbing.
He was losing his power to resist.
The captain saw he was weakening,
and he smiled with satisfaction. He'd
soon get a confession out of him. Sud
denly bending forward, so that his
fierce, determined stare glared right
into Howard's half closed eyes, he
"You did it and you know you did!"
"No—l—" replied Howard weakly.
"These repeated denials are use
less!" shouted-the captain. "There's
"Why Did You Come Here?"
already enough evidence to send you
to the chair!"
Howard shook his head helplessly.
Weakly he replied:
"This constant questioning Is ma
king me dizzy. Good God! What's
the use of questioning me and ques
tioning me? 1 know nothing about
"Why did you come here?" thun
dered the captain.
"I've told you over and over again.
We're old friends. I came to borrow
money. He owed me a few hundred
dollars when we were at college to
gether, and I tried to get it. I've told
you so many times. You won't be
lieve me. My brain is tired. I'm thor
oughly exhausted. Please let me go.
My poor wife won't know what's the
"Never mind about your wife,"
growled the captain. "We've sent for
her. How much did you try to bor
Howard was silent a moment, as if
racking his brain, trying to remem
"A thousand —two thousand. I for
get. 1 think one thousand."
"Did he say he'd lend you the mon
ey?" demanded the inquisitor.
"No," replied the prisoner, with hesi
tation. He couldn't-—he —poor chap—
"Ah!" snapped the captain. "He re
fused—that led to words. There was
a quarrel, and —" Suddenly leaning
forward until his face almost touched
Howard's, he hissed rather than
spoke: "You shot him!"
Howard gave an involuntary step
backward, as If he realized the trap
being laid for him.
"No, no!" he cried.
Quickly following up his advantage,
('apt Clinton .shouted dramatically:
"You He! He was found on the
floor In this room -dead. You were
trying t<: get out of the house with
CAMERON COUNTY PRKSS. THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 1911.
out being seen. You hadn't eVpn
stopped to wash the blood off your
hands. All you fellers make mistakes.
You relied on getting away unseen.
You never stopped to think that the
blood on your hands would betray
you." Gruffly he added: "Now, coine,
what's tho use of wasting all this
time? It won't go so hard with you
if you own up. You killed Robert
Howard shook his head. There was
a pathetic expression of helplessness
on his face.
"I didn't kill him," he faltered. "I
was asleep on that sofa. I woke up.
It was dark. I went out. I wanted to
get home. My wife was waiting for
"Now I've caught you lying," inter
rupted the captain quickly. "You told
the coroner you saw the dead man and
feared you would be suspected of his
murder, .and so tried to get away un
seen." Turning to his men, he added:
"How is that, Maloney? Did the pris
oner say that?"
The sergeant consulted his back
notes, and replied:
"Yes, Cap", that's what he said."
Suddenly Capt. Clinton drew from
his hip pocket the revolver which he
had lound on the floor near the dead
man's body. The supreme test was
about to be made. The wily police
capt:;in would now play his trump
card. It was not without reason that
his enemies charged him with employ-
ing unlawful methods in conducting
his inquisitorial examinations.
"Stop your lying!" he said fierce
ly. "Tell the truth, or we'll keep you
here until you do. The motive is
clear. You came for money. You
were refused, and you did the trick."
Suddenly producing the revolver,
and holding it well under the light,
so that the rays from the electrolier
fell directly on its highly polished
surface, he shouted:
"Howard Jeffries, you shot Robert
Underwood, and you shot him with
Howard gazed at the shining sur
face of the metal as if fascinated. He
spoke not a word, but his eyes be
came riveted on the weapon until bis
face assumed a vacant stare. From
the scientific standpoint, the act of
hypnotism had been accomplished.
In his nervous and overfatigued state,
added to his susceptibility to quick
hypnosis, he was now directly under
the influence of Capt. Clinton's
stronger will. Ho was completely re
ceptive. The past seemed all a blur
on his mind. He saw the flash of
steel and the police captain's angry,
determined-looking face. He felt he
was powerless to resist that will any
longer. He stepped back and gave
a shudder, averting his eyes from the
blinding steel. Capt. Clinton quickly
followed up his advantage:
"You committed this crime, Howard
Jeffries!" he shouted, fixing him with
a stare. To his subordinate he
shouted: "Didn't he, Maloney?"
"lie killed him all right," echoed
Ills eyes still fixed on those of Ills
victim, and npproaching his face
close to his, the captain shouted:
"You did it, Jeffries! Come on, own
up! Let's have the truth! You shot
, Kobert Underwood with this revolver.
I You did it, and you can't deny It! You
know you can't deny it! Speak!" h«
thundered. "You did It!"
Howard, his eyes still fixed on the
shining plstix, repented, as If recit
ing a lesson:
"I did it!"
Quickly Capt. Clinton signaled to
Mnloney to approach nearer with his
note-book. The detective sergeant
took his place immediately back of
Howard. The captain turned to bis
"You shot Robert Underwood!"
"I shot Robert Underwood," re
peated Howard mechanically.
"You came here for money!"
"I came here for money."
"He refused to give it to you!"
"He refused to give it to me."
"There was a quarrel!"
"There was a quarrel."
"You drew that pistol!"
"I drew that pistol."
"And shot him!"
"And shot him."
Capt. Clinton smiled triumphantly.
"That's all," he said.
Howard collapsed into a chair. His
head dropped forward on his breast,
as if he. were asleep. Capt. Clinton
yawned and looked at his watch.
Turning to Maloney, he said with a
"By George; it's taken five hours
to get it out of him!"
Maloney turned out the electric
lights and went to pull up the window
shades, letting the bright daylight
stream into the room. Suddenly
there was a ring at the front door.
Officer Delaney opened, and Dr. Bern
stein entered. Advancing into the
room, he shook hands with the cap
"I'm sorry I couldn't come before,
captain. I was out when I got the
call. Where's the body?"
The captain pointed to the inner
After glancing curiously at How
ard, the doctor disappeared into the
Capt. Clinton turned to Maloney.
"Well, Maloney, I guess our work
is done here. We want to get the
prisoner over to the station, then
make out a charge of murder, and
prepare tli*e full confession to submit
to the\magistrate. Have everything
ready bV o'clock. Meantime, I'll
go down\and "see the newspaper boys.
I guess tVere's\a bunch of them down
there. Oft course, it's too late for the
morning pVipers, but it's a bully good
story for the afternoon editions. De
laney, you're responsible for the pris
oner. Better handcuff him."
The patrolman was just putting the
manacles on Howard's wrists when
Dr. Bernstein re-entered from the in
ner room. The captain turned.
"Well, have you seen your man?"
The doctor nodded.
"Found a bullet wound in his head,"
he said. "Flesh all burned —must have
been pretty close range. It might
have been a case of suicide."
Capt. Clinton frowned. He didn't
like suggestions of that kind after a
confession which had cost him five
hours' work to procure.
"Suicide?" he sneered. "Say, doc
tor, did you happen to notice what
side of the head the wound was on?"
Dr. Bernstein reflected a moment.
"Ah, yes. Now I come to think of
it, it was the left side."
"Precisely," sneered the captain. "I
never heard of a suicide shooting him
self in the left temple. Don't worry,
doctor, it's murder, all right." Point
ing with a jerk of his finger toward
Howard, he added: "And we've got
the man who did the job."
Officer Delaney approached his chief
and spoke to him in a low tone. The
captain frowned and looked toward
his prisoner. Then, turning toward
the officer, he said:
"Is the wife downstairs?"
The officer nodded.
"Yes, sir; they just telephoned."
"Then let her come up," said the
captain. "She may know something."
Delaney returned to the telephone
and Dr. Bernstein turned to the cap
"Say what you will, captain, I'm
not at all sure that Underwood did
not do this himself."
"Ain't you? Well, I am," replied
the captain with a sneer. Pointing
again to Howard, he said:
"This man has just confessed to the
At that moment the front door
opened and Annie Jeffries came in es
corted by an officer. She was pale
and frightened, and looked timidly at
the group of strange and serious-look
ing men present. Then her eyes went
round the room in search of her hus
band. She saw him seemingly asleep
in an armchair, his wrists manacled
in front of him. With a fright
ened exclamation she sprang forward,
but Officer Delaney intercepted her.
Capt. Clinton turned around angrily
at the interruption.
"Keep the woman quiet till she's
wanted!" he growled.
(TO 810 CONTINUED.)
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