Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-07-25

| can't remember. Where did stab him2'
You stabbed him twice in the back"
rs that so?" he remarked coolly. 81 guess
| that must have been when he took hold of me- -
Officer"
! "why, there's nothing to tell went in and
shot at Frick as often az could. and then
| turned to run out and he ran after me and
caught me. I don't exactly remember what
happened utter that until they took me to the
station house
a, did ySq say anything when You went into
"say anything2 What, to that doeg Why, I
wouldn't even stoop to touch him."
"Do you live In New YoYk2'
The prisoner laughed and said ~ don't think
It's necessary 70 say anything about that.
guess, though, know as much about New York
WAS that your real name that you gave the
police2"
1T was the name gave them. The name
wrote in the book at the hotel2 Well that was
the name wrote there. You mustn't ask me
any questions about that or about anything
concerning me before this affair happened
IBID you intend to explode the cartridge you
had in your mouth il you were caughtY"
That's hard to say. 1 wanted to have it
with me, as did not know what would happen
to me at the hands of the capitalists. had no
immediate intention, though, Of killing myself.
l wasn't going to do it, at least, before was
sure that Prick was dead"
Several policemen came into the corridor at
that moment and one Of them said to the pris-
oner: They say you had a crowd of confed-
crates waiting for You outside the building.
He laughed and answered in English, Not
on your life"
The reporter could not learn from him any,
thing about bis name or occupation or res
idence.
THE MANS PREVIOUS EFFoRTs.
Bergman made number OF attempts TO see
MIR. Frick. His frat call was at the offices of
the coke company ON the fifth floor Of the Hus-
sey building at 3 clock Friday afternoon. His
name was entered in the visitors book, but he
left without seeing his man.
At 10 o'clock Saturday morning he made his
next call This time it was the second floor
office, where he was received by Mr.. Utley, rs
Mr.. Frick was not In. He talked very coolly and
said that he was the representative of an en-
pioyment bureau. He then left tho office and
did not return until about noon. when he gave
his card to Harry Hockey. the Office boy. Tho
card was a narrow. thin bit Of white paste
board on which was written in pencil in an ev-
identity German or French hand.
A. BERGMAN
Agent New York Employment Company.
This card was tagen in to Mr.. Prick who told
the boy he would see Mr.. Bergman in few
moments.
STORY OF THE ASSAULT.
Bergman hung around the building until Mr.
Prick had gone for lunch and returned and was
in conversation with Vice Chairman Leishman
Mr.. Prick was seated on the right OF the table
in the center Of his Office and Mr.. Lcishmun on
the left.
The man who had before sent in his card was
seen to hnrriedly rush through. The Office boy
tried to stop him. but was too late. Bergman
bad swung back the door and at the same time
drew 3s-caliber revolver. Mr.. Frick, who had
been examining some papers. suddenly looked
up. The assaiant did not utter q sound, but
pulled the trigger. The cartridge did not ex-
plode.
The next instant he pulled the trigger again
and the ball struck Mr.. Prick in the muscles Of
the left eide Of the neck. and, passing around
found lodgment under his ear. Mr.. Prick ut
tering an exclamation, spranR to his fest and
rushed to the big circular window in the front.
He was then within about five feet of him. Mr..
Lelshman jumped at the assassin, but before he
could reach him he had fired another ball into
the back OF MIR. Tricks neck. 1t passed down
and out under his side below his arm pit This
was done while Mr.. Prick was vainly endeayor-
ing to open the circular window which looks
down on 5th avenue
At this instant Leishman threw himself on
Bergman and wrestled with him for possession
Of the revolver. Mr.. Lehman clutched the
barrel and turned the muzzle upward as the
cartridge exploded, the ball entering the
plaster pear the rear glass partition.
At this the assailant, finding his weapon use
less, was ready for any deed. and quickly draw
ing dagger raised it to strike the vice chair
man, who held him by the shoulder and body.
Though bleeding profusely Mr.. Prick raw the
CLEAN Of the steel The moment before he
had staggered, yet. gathering his strength. he
jumped between the two men aud grasped
Bergman's uplifted arm.
Bergman freed himself from Mr.. Leishman's
grasp and plunged dagger into Mr.. Tricks
right side, just below the hip bone. making OIL
ugly wound about three inches long Before he
could be stopped he raised the dagger again and
plunged it once more into the chairman's side,
but the point struck rib, CHANGING down. in
ficting an ugly wound. Twice again he used
the dagger. but he WAS only slightly scathed by
these last mad attempts to assassinate him.
This struggle had all taken place before the
window and in full view Of those across the
street. Deputy Sheriff May had rushed up
from the street and two Office bows and Mr..
Utley had rushed in from the other Offices
They threw themselves upon Bergman. who
was still held by Messrs Prick and Leishman
The deputy had his revolver drawn and was
holding it at the back Of Bergmans head. He
was about 10 shoot when Mr.. Frick called OUT
Don't kill him. We have got him all right.
Leave him to the law"