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Records of Whitman County
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1911.
Deeds.
v\V p. Lueckfeld and wife to Mar
cus S. Follett, lots 4, 5, 6, 10, 11,
' Ik , 2 L Mumm's add, Rosalia, $10;
lots ll'. 12 ' b,k 3, Rosalia, $5.
A-.y Harry Krutz and wifo to Wm. J.
|^,swq neq 14-13 44, $12,000.
4»'-_. E. Carter et al to Arthur L.
Berry, lot 12, nh 11, blk 29, Colfax,
James Devine to H. E. Carpenter, ;
' ieq nwq,. lot 2 of 31-15-46, $2500.
' i Ileal Mortgages.
Eugenia DeYoung and husband to:
__ C. Hemingway, nwq 17-19-43, ex
t,sl3oo.
?s$ M. C. Williams and husband to A.
p, Johnson, wh lot 6, blk 6, Garfield, |
|3000.
'■ John Dodds and wife to I. V. |
i' Moller, neq seq 15-16-43, except, |
$1000.
iyxVm. J. Davis and wife to Nether- 1
/lands American Mtg. Bank, swq neq i
'14-13-44, $6000.
Chattel Mortgages
C T, I. Robinett to Bank of Winona, i
livestock, crop on neq 6-16-40, $250.
J. T. Giles to Frank Pryor, live
stock, $336.
il ■ L. F. Hubbard to Farmers State
"Bank of Colfax, livestock, ma
chinery, 2-3 crop on 200 acres of
Geo. Horton farm, $2000.
j j Victor Swanson to L. O. Willey,
'livestock, $100.
Releases.
y'[ Miriam Lawrence to R. F. Owens
get al, real mtg.
i Schuster Bros, to T. A. Hagaman, j
1 chat.
:; Steger and Sons Piano Mfg. Co. to j
j New Rldgeway Theatre, conditional
bill of sale.
1 J. E. Nessly et al to. Arthur L.
Berry, hotel furnishings, $1.
Conditional Hills of Sale
; . Oliver Typewriter Co. to Jas. Cad- 1
zow, typewriter, $100; to J. 1,. Mor-1;
■ an. typewriter, $100.
I National Cash Register Co. to I
Cram and Wolfe, register; $100.
I J. H. St. Lawrence* to Frank A. i
Lee, piano, $300. *
j c
Miscellaneous
Arthur Morin and wife to Chester 1
M. Lamb, sh nek, nh seq 6-13-40,
agreement, $1000. ;
Albert McGahan vs. Fred Cawre, i
crop on swq 14-45-5, neq 25-45-5, j
lien, $150. • '
Irvin Lewis to Hie public, affidavit.
Frank Actor to the public, affi- j
davit.
G. W. Larue to the public, affi
davit.
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 7, 1911. j 1
Deeds ]
James C. Waymiro and wifo to
Jno. I. Major, seq 15-15-42, pt sh j >
neq 15-15-42, $8500. j !
Fred F. Waymire to Jno. I. Ma-1
jor, sek 15-15-42, pt sh nek 16-15- h
42, $1. li
F. J. Mahoney and wife to Anna
Ebbett, blk 10, F. J. Mahoney's sub- <
division of Lombard's add, Tekoa, j i
$500. .
Zetta A. Davis and husband to F. J ]
J. Mahoney, lot 1, blk 1, G. T. Huff
man's add, Tekoa, $2000. ]
Chas. L. Schuster et al to Chris- ;
ten Nelson, pt 36-19-4 $40. !
J. D. Cummins and wife to Chris
ten Nelson, pt 36-19-41, $10*. "
Real Mortgages j
Jno. I. Major and wife to Farmers!
State Bank of Colfax, seq pt sh neq j
15-15-42, $4250. !
Jno. I. Major and wife to Farmers |;
State Bank of Colfax, swq swq 10-15-j
42, pt neq 15-15-42, $4250. i
Harvey C. Coply to Farmers State
Bank of Colfax, lots 3, 4, blk 3, Em
ily Hall's add, Colfax, $100.
Chattel Mortgages
• A. E. Ritter to Farmers State
, Bank of Colfax, livestock, wheat, |
' $1700. !
I T. L. Davis to Potlatch Lumber!
'Co., cook house, etc., $146.
P Jno. D. Skeen to Security State
j Bank, livestock, machinery, 2-3 crop
on seq 24-16-45, $350.
II Fred Davis to Enoch Davis, live-!
stock, crop on pt 30-19-40, $800.
G. W. Wilson to W. W. Loomis
and Co., livestock, $39.
Releases
T. C. Elliott to Geo. W. Speake
and wife, real mtg. ,
F. J. Mahoney to H. H. Davis and
wife, real mtg.
First National Bank of Ritzville
- to Isaac Waldron, real mtg.
\.'£- Equitable Savings and Loan Assn.
to Chas. Everette Whlsler and wife,
feal mtg.
- Wm. Wiley to A. M. Ennis et al,
Hat.
Floyd Wilson to Frank H. Scott,
,chat mtg.
Victor Swanson >to R. R. Barber, j
chat mtg.
> Tekoa State Bank to J. XV. War-;
■Of. chat.
H. Mahbutt to J. Buckner, chat.
Assignments.
" Minneapolis Threshing Mch. Co.
10 Geo. B. Lane, chat.
D < B. Hanson to the public, affi
davit. - .•-" '■ •• *■■•';'- " '. : *
R- P. Reed to the public, affi
davit.
L. Oldenburg to tha public,* affi
davit.
Isaac Waldron to tha public, affi
davit.
Alfred P. Johnson to the public
affidavit.
J. C. Lawrence to the public, affi
davit.
MONDAY, OCTOBER 9, 1811.
Meeds
Geo. R. Hurlburt and wife to
Worthington McCreary, ge q 8-20-44,
$4000.
Thos. Neill and wife to Ira N.
Nye, lot 5, wh lot 6, blk 6, College
View add, Pullman, $50.
Ira N. Nye and wife to Thos. Neill,
lot 7, wh lot 8, blk 5, College View
add; Pullman, $1,
Jno. 11. Knott and wife to H. M.
Chambers eh neq 6-15-44, $5000.
Jos. Kambitch and wife to Mike
Evits, pt 6-12-46, $2450.
Benj. R. Ostrander and wife to G.
Earl McCay, wh neq 5-18-42, $1.
Spokane Interstate Invest. Co. to
Frank S. Grosvenor, sh lot 16, blk.
4,4 Tekoa, $200.
D. W. Truax to W. Noble, tract in
Tekoa, $1.
Harriet M. Tollifield et al to P. L.
Sain, pt neq 33-19-44, $1200.
R. B. Spencer and wife to F. H.
Michaelson, lots 1, 2, blk 5, Santford
A. Manring's add, Garfield, $1.
Byron F. Truax and wife to W.
Noble, lots 6, 7, blk 1, Truax add,
Tekoa, $1.
Persa A. Tharp and husband to
Sarah E. Kenoyer, lots 1, 2, 15, 16,
blk 3, Guy, $1000.
Leonard M. Ringer and wife -to C.
A. Hood, neq 35-15-43, tract adjoin
ing said land, lease.
Real Mori gages
S. E. Hastings to G. E. Hester, pt
sections. 6. 7 of 19-43. lease,
Conrad Machlied and wife to Geo.
Mackllet, seq 5-15-41, $1500.
.las. Conolly to Farmers State
Hank of Colfax, swq 12-13-38, $1000.
Jos. W. Watson and wife to First
Trust and Savings Bank of Moscow,
pt sections 5, 8 in 14-46, $3500,
Viola O. Henderson et al to Colfax
National Bank, pt 32-18-40, $1250.
Frank H. Grosvenor and wife to
H. H. Warner, lot 15, sh lot 16, blk
4, Tekoa, $300.
Chattel Mortgages.
L. Fields to First State Bank of
LaCrosse, livestock, $500.
Peter Adrianson to First State
Bank of LaCrosse, livestock, $350.
Chas. C. Spencer to Hank of Wi
nona, livestock, $178.
H. E. Mills to Tekoa State Bank,
livestock, $300.
W. S. King to C. W. Kessler, live
stock 2-3 crop on pt nh 9-18-41,
1850.
J. E. Thomas to St. John State
Hank, livestock, crop on pt 29 20-41,
$500.
Win. S. King and wife to C. XV.
3Kssler, lot 5, blk 2, Loekhart's add,
3t. John, $650.
XV. F. Caldwell to A. J. Ensley,
livestock, $275.
J. S. Pettlchord to Farmers State
Hank of Colfax, livestock, 2-3 of 125
acres wheat on Jno. Brink ranch,
$600.
C. XV. Bassett to Albion State
Bank, livestock, 2-3 crop on pt 3-15
--15. $1200.
Jno. Emll' Anderson to Bank of
Winona, livestock, $500.
R. P. Proctor to Farmers State
Bank of Pullman, $165.
Ed Byers to W. XV. Loomis, trus
tee, crop on sh nh 16 18-42, $502.
Jerome B. Smith to Ooston Bros.,
2-3 crop on wh 18-18 40, $355.
G. W. Presnell to Jno. Elwwart,
1000 bushels wheat on swq 14-18 40,
livestock, $275.
Jno. Stokke to E. O. Anderson,
livestock, $700.
Releases
S. C. Shirley to J. F. Ailor and
wife, real mtg.
Jno. H. Johnson to D. W. Barclay
and wife, real mtg.
Bertha V. Thrasher to C. P. Bryan,
real mtg.
P. M. Standard to E. A. Stover,
two chat mtgs.
Albion State Bank to JJ. W. Miller,
chat; to P. A. Leßrun, chat; to C.
P. Wilson, chat; to Roy J. Keeney,
chat; to C. D. Huisman. chat; to C.
XV. Bassett, chat; to . . W. Robnett,
chat; to C. W. Bassett, chat; to
Frank J. Bowman, chat.
Bank of Winona to Chas. Spencer,
chat.
Bank of Winona to Chas. Spencer,
chat.
C. XV. Kessler to W. S. King et al,
chat
Bills of Sale.
Tekoa State Bank to H. K. Mills,
livestock, $350.
Assignments.
Colfax State Bank to Steptoe State
Bank, real mtg.
Miscellaneous.
Advance Thresher Co. to the pub
lic, two affidavits.
W. M. Sever to A. R. McClaskey,
power of attorney.
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1911.
Reeds.
Janus R. Good and wife to W. M.
Torrance, east 40 feet of lot 3, blk
15, Bleeker and Brown's add, Colfax,
tract in Colfax, $1.
Geo. G. Shirley and wife to Sam
T. Stuart, nh nwq, swq, nwq. nwq
swq 8-18-45, tract in 8-13-45, $8860.
Masouie Lodge No. 37, F. and A.
M., to H. R. Thome, lot 2, blk 8.
Mountain View cemetery. Farming
ton, $25.
Jas. R. Good ana wife to W. M.
Torrance, lots 1, 2. pt lot 3, blk 15,
Bleeker and Brown's add, Colfax,
tract in Colfax, $2900.
H. 11. H,,ss to J. D. Reed et al,
well and water system iv Thornton,
11.
Real Mortgages.
Ida E. Harding to Kate H. Wein
berg, lot 6, sh lot 5, blk 26, Colfax,
$3000,
Wm, M. Torrance and wife to Jas.
R. Reed, lota 1, 2, 3, blk 16, Bleek
er and Brown's add, Colfax, tract in
Colfax. $1700.
J. X. Barnhart and wife to F. J.
Hay Held, tract in Farmington, $150.
C. T. Pennington and wife to
Union Trust and Savings Bank, wh
27-18-41, $4400.
S. T. Stuart and wife to X. W. Mc-
Gee, nh nwq, swq nwq, nwq swq,
tract in 8-13-45, $4000.
Alfred M. Jamison to 11. H. War
ner, lot 4, blk 12, Huffman's 2nd
add, Tekoa, $550.
Geo. W. Hall and wife to Wessel
Mumm, lots 3, 4, eh swk 31-18-44,
$4500.
Chattel Mortgages.
W. C. Anderson to Lippitt Bros.,
2-3 crop on swq 15-16-44, livestock,
machinery, $1040.
Monroe McLean to Benge State
Bank, livestock, $1200.
• J. X. McClain to F. E. Day, live
stock, $275.
Releases.
R. E. Guillck to A. M. Jamison,
real mtg.
Alexander Bruce Gllroy to Demp
sey S. Slier, two real mtgs.
Katherine Hunt to X. " B. Cox et
ux, real mtg.
Colfax State Bank to Joe East,
chat.
Lippett Bros, to XV. C. Anderson,
chat.
J. 11. Trosper to B. C. Wollan,
chat.
Shoudy Bros, to Clyde W. Green,
chat.
Bank of Winona to Monroe Mc-
Lean, chat.
M. W. Fockler to Monroe McLean,
chat.
Conditional Bills of Sale.
International Harvester Co. to S.
M. Hughes, machinery, $3000.
Assignments.
Farmers Implement Co. to B. F.
. Aschenbrenner, crop m(g.
.Miscellaneous.
J. A. Perkins to the public, affi
davit.
Taylor Lets Boom Perish.
Seattle, Oct. 13.—Howard D. Tay
lor, speaker of the last house of rep
resentatives, will allow the guberna
torial boom launched for him by Rep
resentative James McXeely on the last
night of the 1911 session to die for
lack of nourishment. Mr. Taylor
never accepted the nomination that
McXeely presented him, but both he
and his friends have devoted some
time to an effort to discover whether
the McXeely present was worth keep
ing.
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CHAPTER VIII.
"Hello! What's that?"
Startled out of his Gargantuan
slumber by the revolver's loud report,
Howard sat up with a Jump and
rubbed his eyes. On the other side
of the screen, concealed from his ob
servation, there was a heavy crash of
a body falling with a chairthen all j
was quiet.
Scared, not knowing where he was,
Howard Jumped to his feet. For a
moment he stood still, trying to col
lect his senses. It was too dark to
discern anything plainly, but he could
dimly make out outlines of aesthetic
furniture and bibelots. Ah, he re
membered now! He was in Under
wood's apartment.
Rubbing his eyes, he tried to recall
how he came there, and slowly his be
fuddled brain began to work. He re
membered that he needed $2,000, and
that he "bad called on Robert Under
weed to try and borrow the mousy.
Too. be recalled that perfectly wall
Then he and Underwood got drinklnS
and talking, and he had fallen asle«v
He thought he had beard a woman's
voice— voice he knew. Perhaps that
was enly a dream. He must havt
been asleep some time, because the
lights were out and. seemingly, every
body had. gone to bod. He wondered
what the noise which started him
could have been. Suddenly he heard
a groan. He listened intently, but all
was still. The silence was uncanny.
Not thoroughly frightened, How
ard cautiously groped his way about,
trying to find the electric button. He
had no idea what time it was. it
must be very late. What an ass he
Was to drink so much! Ho wondered
what Annie would say when he didn't
return. He Was a hound to let her
sit up and worry like that. Well, this
would be a lesson to him — was the
last time he'd ever touch a drop. Of
course, he had promised her the same
thing a hundred times before, but this
time he meant it. Ills drinking was
always getting him into some fool
j scrape or other,
He was gradually working his way
along the room, when suddenly he
stumbled over something on the floor.
It was a man lying prostrate. Stoop
ing, lie recognized the figure,
"Why—it's Underwood!" he ex
claimed.
At first he believed ills classmate
was asleep, yet considered it strange
that he should have selected so un-
IKlhi ■uT
The Persistence of His Stare Mads
Howard Squirm.
comfortable a place. Then it occurred
to him that he might be ill. Shaking
him by. the shoulder, he cried:
"Hey, Underwood, what's the mat
ter?"
No response came from the pros
trate figure. Howard stooped lower,
to see better, and accidentally touch
ing Underwood's face, found it clam
my and wet. He held his hand up in
the moonlight and saw that it was
covered with blood. Horror-stricken,
he cried:
"My God! He's bleeding—
hurt!"
What had happened? An accident
—or worse? Quickly he felt the man's
pulse. It had ceased to beat. Under
wood was dead.
For a moment Howard was too
much overcome by his discovery to
know what to think or do. What
dreadful tragedy could have hap
pened? Carefully groping along the
mantelpiece, he at last found the elec
tric button and turned on the light.
There, stretched out on the floor, lay
Underwood, with a bullet, hole in his
left temple, from which blood had
flowed freely down on his full-dress
shirt. It was a ghastly sight. The
man's white, set face, covered with
a crimson stream, mado a repulsive
spectacle. On the floor near the body
was a highly polished revolver, still
smoking.
Howard's first supposition was that
burglars had entered the place and
that Underwood had been killed while
defending his property. He remem
bered now that in his drunken sleep
he had heard voices in angry alterca
tion. Yet why hadn't he called for
assistance? Perhaps he had and he
hadn't heard him.
He looked at the clock, and was
surprised to find it was not yet mid
night. He believed it was at least
five o'clock in the morning. It was
evident* that Underwood had never
gone to bed. The shooting had oc
curred either while the angry dispute
was going on Or after the unknown
visitor had departed. The barrel of
the Revolver was still warm, showing
that It could only have been dis
charged a few moments before, Sud
denly It flashed upon him that Under
wood might have committed suicide.
But it was useless to stand there
theorizing. Something must be done.
He must alarm the hotel people or
call the police. He felt himself turn
hoc and cold by turn as he realized
the serious predicament In which he
himself was placed. if he aroused
the hotel people they would find him
here alone with a dead man. Suspi
cion would at once be directed at him,
and it might be very difficult for him
to establish his Innocence. Who would
believe that he could have fallen
asleep in a bed while a man killed
himself in the same room? It sounded
preposterous. The wisest course for
him would be to get away before any
body came.
Quickly he picked up his hat and
made for the door. Just as he was
about to lay >and on the handle there
was the click of a latchkey. Thus
leaded off, and not knowing what to
do, he halted in painful suspense.
The door opened and a man entered.
He looked as surprised to see How
ard as the latter was to see him He
was clean-shaven and neatly dressed,
yet did not look the gentleman. His
appearance was rather that of a serv
ant. All these details flashed befose
Howard's mind before he blurted out:
"Who the devil are you?"
The man looked astonished at ths
question and eyed his Interlocutor
closely, as if in doubt as to his Identi
ty. In a cockney accent he said
loftily:
"I am Ferris, Mr. Underwood's man,
sir." Suspiciously, he added: "Are
you a friend of Mr. Underwood's, sir?"
He might well ask the question, for
Howard's disheveled appearance and
ghastly face, still distorted by terror,
was anything but reassuring. Taken
by surprise, Howard did not know
what to say, and like most people
questioned at a disadvantage, he an
swered foolishly:
"Matter? No. What makes you
think anything Is the matter?"
Brushing past the man, he added:
"It's late. I'm going."
"Stop a minute!" cried the man
servant. There was something In
Howard's manner that he did not like.
Passing quickly into the sitting room,
he called out: "Stop a minute!" But
Howard did not stop. Terror gave
him wings and, without waiting for
the elevator, he was already half way
down the first staircase when he
heard shouts behind him.
"Murder! Stop thief! Stop that
man! Stop that man!"
There was a rush of feet and hum
of voices, which made Howard run
all the faster. He leaped down four
steps at a time in his anxiety to get
away. But it was no easy matter de
scending so many flights of stairs. It
took him several minutes to reach the
main floor.
By this time the whole hotel was
aroused. Telephone calls had quick
ly warned the attendants, who had
promptly sent for the police. By the
time Howard reached the main en
trance he was intercepted by a mob
too numerous to resist.
Things certainly looked black for
him. As he sat, white and trembling,
under guard in a corner of the en
trance hall, waiting for the arrival of
the police, the valet breathlessly gave
the sensational particulars to the rap-
Idly growing crowd of curious on
lookers. He had taken bis usual Sun
day out and on returning home at
midnight, as was his custom, be had
let himself In with his latchkey. To
his astonishment he had found this
man, the prisoner, about to leave the
premises. His manner and remarks
were so peculiar that they at once
aroused his suspicion. He hurried into
the apartment and found his master
lying dead on 'the floor in a pool of
blood. In his hurry the assassin had
dropped his revolver, which was lying
near the corpse. As far as he could
see, nothing had been taken from the
apartment. Evidently the man was
disturbed at his work and, when sud
denly surprised, had made the bluff
that he was calling on Mr. Under
wood. They had got the right man,
that was certain. He was caught red
handed, and In proof of what ho said,
the valet pointed to Howard's right
hand, which was still covered with
blood.
"How terrible!" exclaimed a woman
bystander, averting her face. "So
young, too!"
"It's all a mistake, I tell you. It's
all a mistake," cried Howard, almost
panic-stricken. "I'm a friend of Mr.
Underwood's."
"Xice friend!" sneered an onlooker.
"Tell that to the police," laughed
another.
"Or to the marines!" cried a third.
"It's the chair for hls'n!" opined a
fourth.
By this time the main entrance hall
was crowded with people, tenants
and passersby attracted by the un
wonted commotion. A scandal In high
life is always caviare to the sensa
tion seeker. Everybody excitedly in
quired of his neighbor:
"What is it? What's the matter?"
Presently the rattle of wheels was
heard and a heavy vehicle driven furi
ously, drew up at the sidewalk with
a jerk. It was the police ; patrol
wagon* and in it were the captain of
the precinct and a half dozen police
men and detectives. The . crowd
pushed forward to get a better view
of the burly representatives of the
law as; full of authority, they elbowed
their way unceremoniously through
the throng. Pointing to the leader, a
big man in plain clothes, with a
square, determined jaw and a bulldog
face, they whispered one to another:
"That's Capt. Clinton, chief of the
precinct. He's a terror. It'll go hard
with any prisoner he gets in his
clutches!"
Followed by his uniformed myr
midons, the police official pushed his
way to the corner where sat Howard,
dazed and trembling, and still guard
ed by the valet and elevator boys.
"What's the matter here?" demand
ed the captain gruffly, and looking
from Ferris to the white-faced How
ard. The valet eagerly told his story:
"1 came home at. midnight, sir, and
found my master, Mr. Robert Under
wood, lying dead In the apartment,
shot through the head." Pointing to
Howard, he added: "This man was
in the apartment trying to get away.
You see his hand is still covered with
blood."
Capt. Clinton chuckled, and expand
! ing his mighty chest to Its fullest,
licked his chops with satisfaction.
This was the opportunity he had been
looking for — sensational murder in
a big apartment hotel, right In the
very heart of his precinct! Nothing
could be more to his liking. It was a
rich man's murder, the best kind
to attract attention to himself. The
sensational newspapers would be full
of the case. They would print col
umns of stuff every day, together with
bis portrait. That was Just th' kind
of publicity he needed now that he
was wire-pulling lor an inspectorship.
They had caught the man "with the
goods"-—that was very clear. He
promised himself to attend to the
rest. Conviction was what he was
after. He'd see that no tricky lawyer
•rot the bsst ot him. Coocsa-a*. **
well as he could, hit satisfttedon,its
-irew himself up and,- with blustering
show of authority, immediately§ took
command of ; the ( situation. I Turnlag
to a police sergeant j at his side, !he
said: '„"',"';- ' -.":':'■.'• '- • *v-»< «•
"Maloney, this follow may have had
an accomplice.- Take four officers and
watch every exit from the hotel.Bg Ar
rest anybody attempting to leave ths
building. Put two officers to watch
the fire escapes., Send on* man on
the roof. Go!" *'" -; {
"Yes, sir," replied the sergeant, as
he turned away to execute the order. :
, Capt. Clinton gave two strides for
ward, and catching Howard by ths col
lar, Jerked him to his feet.
"Now, young feller, you come with
me! We'll go upstairs and have a
look at the dead man." „;
Howard was at no time an athlete,
and now, contrasted with the burly!
policeman, a colossus In strength, he
seemed like a puny boy. His cringing,
frightened attitude, as he looked up in
the captain's bulldog face, was pathet
ic. The crowd of bystanders could hard
ly contain their eagerness to take la
every detail of the dramatic situation.
The prisoner was sober by this time,
and thoroughly alarmed.
"What do you want me for?" he
cried. "I haven't done anything. The
man's dead, but I didn't kilt him."
"Shut your mouth!" growled the
captain. .
Dragging Howard after him, hs
made his way to the elevator. Throw
ing his prisoner Into the cage, he
turned to give orders to his subord
inate. j>.
"Maloney, you come with me and
bring Officer Delaney." Addressing ths
other men, he said: "You other fellers
look after things down here. Don't
let any of these people come upstairs."
Then, turning to the elevator boy, hs
save the command: "Up with her."
The elevator, with its passengers,
shot upward, stopped with a jerk at
the fourteenth floor, and the captain,
once more laving a brutal hand on
Howard, pushed him out into the cor
ridor.
If it could be said of Capt. Clinton
that he had any system at all, it was
to be as brutal as possible with every
body unlucky enough to fall Into his
hands. Instead eff regarding his pris
oners a- innocent until found guilty,
as they are justly entitled to be re
garded under the law, he took the di
rectly opposite stand. He considered
all his prisoners as guilty as hell until
they had succeeded in proving them
selves innocent. Even then he had
his doubts. When a Jury brought in
a verdict of acquittal, he shook his
head and growled. He had the great
est contempt for a jury that would ac
quit and tho warmest regard for a Jury
which convicted. Ho bullied and mal
treated his prisoners because he firm
ly believed ln undermining their mor
al and physical resistance. When by
depriving them of sleep and food, by
choking them, clubbing them and*
frightening them he had reduced
them to ft state of nervous terror, to
the border of physical collapse, he
knew by experience that they would
no longer be In condition to withstand
bis merciless cross-examinations. De
moralized, unstrung, they would blurt
out the truth and so convict them
selves. The ends of Justice would thus
be served.
Capt. Clinton prided himself on the
thorough manner in which he conduct
ed these examinations of persons un
der arrest. It was a laborious ordeal,
but always succesful. He owed his
present position on the force to the
skill with which he browbeat his pris
oners into "confessions." with his
"third degree" seances he arrived at
results better and more quickly than
ln any other way. All his convictions
had been secured by them. The press
and meddling busybodles called his
system barbarous, a revival of the old
time torture chamber. What did he
care what the people said as long as
he convicted his man? Wasn't that
what he was paid for? He was there
to find the murderer, and he was go
ing to do it.
He pushed his way into the apart
ment, followed closely by Maloney and
the other policemen, "who dragged
along the unhappy Howard. The dead
man still lay where he had fallen.
Capt. Clinton stooped down, but made
no attempt to touch the corpse, mere
ly satisfying himself that Underwood
was dead. Then, after a casual survey
of the room, he said to his sergeant:
"We won't touch a thing, Ma loner,
till the coroner arrives. He'll be hers
any minute, and he'll give the order
for the undertaker. You can call up
headquarters so the newspaper boys
get the story."
While the sergeant went to the tele
phone to carry out these orders, Capt.
Clinton turned to look at Howard, who
had collapsed, white and trembling, in
to a chair. ;..-."
"What do you want with me?" cried
Howard appeallngly. "I assure you I
had nothing to do with this. My wife's
expecting me home. Can't I go?"
"Shut up!" thundered the captain.
His arms folded, his eyes sternly
fixed upon him, Capt. Clinton stood
confronting the unfortunate youth,
staring at him without saying a word.
The persistence of his stare made
Howard squirm. It was decidedly un
pleasant. He did not mind the deten
tion so much as this man's overbear
ing, bullying manner. He knew he was
Innocent, therefore he had nothing to
fear. But why was this police captain
staring at him so? Whichever way
he sat, whichever way his eyes turned,
be saw this bulldog-faced policeman
staring silently at him. Unknown to
him, Capt. Clinton had already begun
the dreaded police ordeal known as
the "third degree."
(Continued next week.) .?,
California has extended the right
of suffrage to women.
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