Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-09-22

that his glance had been satisfactory, the
Inspector hastily left his desk, put on his
hat and coat and went out of the office,
leaving the middle-aged sergeant on guard
during his absence.
It was 8 O'Clock before ne returned. Dur
ing this time the Office had been visited by
a score of men, some on one errand, some
on another. The sergeant listened to their
complaints or answered their questions, anu
for second time during the day Mr.. Jones
and his arrest were swallowed up in the
routine business OF the busiest department
of the municipal police. Half dozen
times Mr.. Jones atte npted to speak to his
captor of the day before, but each time the
officer skillfully found some pretext to oc-
cupy his attention and prevent reply.
The prisoners position was rapidly becom-
ing too irksome to be borne any longer. The
suspense was almost unbearable. He had
made up his mind that when the Inspector
returned he would speak to him at once and
learn the worst without further delay, but
when the Inspector did return, something
happened to prevent the carrying out of his
plan.
THE PLOT WORKS.
Mr.. Jones heard the Inspector several
minutes before he saw him. He heard the
sergeant at the desk in the outer room call
him bv name. He heard the Inspector s
voice talking to the dozen persons who were
waiting there to see him.. For few min
utes there was silence, then he heard the
voice of his accomplice. At first it was low
then it rose as if in anger. The Inspector s
voice was soothing and reassuring, and was
supplemented by the voice of third per-
son, who apparently was acting as peace
maker. This continued for half an hour,
and during the last part of that time Mr..
Brown was talking alone, save when he was
interrupted by an occasional question from
the Inspector. When the conversation was
ended the Inspector walked into the room
and took his place at the desk. Before look
ing up he drew from drawer several pawn
tickets, examined them critically. compared
them with slip of paper he held in his
hand, and for the third time fixed his eyes
on every portion of Mr.. Jones's person ex-
cept his eyes. Then with third nod of
satisfaction he laid aside the tickets and be-
gun the perusal of his afternoon mail.
len minutes later, without word of en-
couragement from the Inspector, Mr.. Jones
had made full and complete confession.
He had planned robbery in a New En-
gland town. 1t had been successfully car
ried out by his accomplice, and the returns
had been remunerative beyond his expecta-
tlons. The pair had separated after divid-
ing the spoils. Jones had intended to sail
for Europe, and did not know nor did he
care where Brown had gone. His own ar
rest had been surprise, as he had left no
tracks uncovered, and the arrest of his con-
federate had been still greater one. He
did not know what evidence there was
against him, and had it not been for the
confession of his accomplice ne would have
braved the matter out. Mr.. Jones, out of
consideration OF his professional reputation
for nerve. desired the Inspector to clearly
understand this. But when "a poor, weak
minded knave," as he characterized his late
lieutenant, gave him away and tried to
save himself by
PEACHING ON A PAL,
he would give the whole snap away" and
tell more-much more about that and other
unlawful depredations than the "sniveling
sneak" knew anything about He would
put him behind the bars, no matter what his
own fate would be.
The Inspector listened attentively to the
confession, jotting down few notes as to
dates and names, and when Mr.. Jones had
finished, without giving him the slightest
assurance of mis- prospects, he had him con-
Quoted back to his cell. Then with an
expression of qualification that bordered
on a smile and was accompanied by
a chuckle, he summoned a detective
and had Mr.. Brown brought into
his presence. Confronted with the confess
sion of his superior in crime, with many an
oath, the accomplice added his confession
to the formers. Corroborating every es-
sential detail and painting the character of
his treacherous companion so black that ink
would have made white mark on it. Then
he too was led away to a cell, but this time
he was placed in one adjoining his fellow
prisoner.
For few minutes after the door had been
closed and locked there was silence un-
broken save by the football of the turnkey
at the end of the corridor. After an effort
savagely:
We'll, you did play didn't you?"
eyes, 1 did, you miserable sneak, " re-
torted Mr.. Brown unamiably.
What did you weaken for?"
81 weaken?" replied Mr.. Brown with
scorn. you're liar. You weakened
first"
'That's lie. I heard you tell the In
spector in the ante-room."
"You did, did You? We never spoke of
this job. He was asking about Hudson
river job of mine that was worked three
years ago. That was all. When 1 was
brought up stairs again you had given the
job away. He was working the third de-
gree on you, and he did it to the queens
taste.''
"Well" calculated Mr.. Jones in tones
Of the deepest disgust, "I'lI be dangedp'
"You ought to be, replied Mr.. Brown.