The Press., 1886-03-11
HOW HOLLAND KMbED DAVIS.

THE STORY 0F THE FAMOUS SHOOTING. The following is the Texans short and simple annal of how he killed MT. Tom Davis, the saw-dust man, in New York. It begins with Mr. Hollands departure from his hotel to get the $10, 900 for which he was to pay $500. Davis called for him. Holland says: ''I said 1 was all ready to go, aud would start at once.
 All right said Davis. Leave all your money and valuables with your friend, and only take what you want to invest, and we'll start. l gave Hill my diamond pin, my watch, | and handed back to him his roll of bills, about $1 300, which had not returned to him. We went to the same place on Heade street. and Davis led the way to the same lroom. He knocked three times and But Ter opened the door. Davis led the way in. Money was piled upon tue desk as It had been when I was there before. Davis said:
 We've come.'
 Butler said nothing. Then Davls sald, pointing to the heap:
 How much is there there? aud added right away, Where's the old man
 Oh Butler said, 'hes up stairs with some bills that are not quite dry.
 "All right Davis said. You can go.
 Butler went, and we sat down, I at the corner of the desk nearest the door, as be- fore. Davis sat at the other cJrner and puthis hat on the desk. Then said hel
 There's ten thousand dollars here, l think. Let's see. Help me count it.
 He passed me part of the $1 bills, and we counted them. When we had finished we did them up in packages and tied them with strings. We did the same with the twos, the tives, and the tens, Davis count ing the bills much faster than did. TheI Davis said: r. Well, here's my goods. Where's youl money ?
 I told him had it.
 2 I took the roll of $500 out of my inside Spocket,' Holland continued, "and handed him the money. He suid, pointing to { little black bag in the corner nearest m" Hand me that bag I turned in n! chair. got the bag, turned back, and WI were facing each other. We put the bun dles of money into the bag together. closed it, and held on to it. l said, Let go.'
 Don't be in hurry, he replied; 'wai until the old man comes down
 told him l didu't want to wait, and Tn sisted on going, but he would not have it
 No, don't go yet, he said, the house full of detectives t.'
 told him would take my chances ol the detectives, and that l would go. The he seemed to grow very much excited.
 No, you won't go, - " you, h cried. I've got two men in the next roor to keep you from going.
 As he said this he reached for the bag said
 Whats the matter? Keep away. The bag is mine. I've paid you for if, and IT ooinn to hano on tO if
 He cursed me again and moved towar me. I said Stand back, MT. Davis and at the same time q voice from the neS room yelled out
 Kill him, Tom Kill the - --
 sprang back and threw the chair o D. which I had been sitting between us. H jumped at me, grabbed me, and shove 'el me against the table, almost causing me I2s fall. had to let go of the satchel au 10 threw it on the desk as he sPrang at m as As he did so he became furious. It. 1'll fix youp he yelled. - - you I'm kill youP .... e. As he said it he reached around towaI tn his hip pocket Then I drew my pist lg and shot As raised up Davis fell. The d. I heard a noise in the next room. l juml . ed back against the wall and fired sh'
 in the direction from which the noit o, came. After that ran to the door, ar ,1 after turning at the knob for a long tin ,t- succeeded in opening it. I ran out wit to my revolver in my hand, but seeing I Yo one put it up, and went down stairs.