New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1894-10-07

MURDER IN A LODG1NG-HOUSE'
"A MAN NAMED WOODS SUMMONED FROM HIS BED
AND KILLED EY HIS COMPANION-THE
.cc.rr .H,r,c CRAZY STORY

AND KILLED EY HIS coMPANIoN-THE
AssAIIANTs CRAZY STORY.
Two shots which rang out in quick succession In
4be Wayerly Hotel In Eighth-ave, shortly after
midnight on Friday told its hundred inmates that
a murder had been committed while they sept ana
brought them running in motley haIf-dressea
crowd out into the corridors. Lying dead across
the doorway of one of the small rooms in the lodg-
snp-house they say a man who looked like a sailor.
and who an hour before had registered there under
the name of woods.
His murderer Mark Pagan, professional nurse.
who had accompanied him to the lodging house and
had paid the bill for both when they registered to-
pether had fled down the stairs carrying in his
hand the smoking revolver. The murder was the
result Of a delusion in his mind which arose from
either whiskey or sudden insanity.
At I145 D. m on Friday night Pagan and the
murdered man came 10 the Wavery they mad
been drinking a little. but were assigned TO different
roous without further words. Nothing more was
heard of the men until after midnight, when Pagan,
fully dressed. appeared at the clerks desk. In an
extremely excited manner he said:
IT have been robbed; rye lost SEQ, and you'd bet
Ter come with and find my money
Believing that the man was drunk. the clerk John
p Frederick told him sterny 10 go TO bed and not
talk foolshly Pagan drew a .3s-calibre revolver
and pointing 1t at Broderck offered him his choice
between accompanying him upstairs or having MS
brains blown out Frederick had choice but to
M
where Pagan swore that his stolen money was
1sro6erick knocked at the door and Woods opened It,
.You'ye robbed me OF my money said Pagan.
holding the revolver behind his back. give 1t up
"Rats" replied Woods 1--WE not got your money.
solve II me or III blow your head on. shouted
ra1au without taking any notice Of the reply. AS
ne smoke he pointed the revolver at Woods. The
clerk seeing that Pagan about to shoot, sprang
into an empty room on the other side OF the corr-
dor and the next moment two shots were heard
The first bullet buried Itself in the wooden frame
OF the door, but the second struck Woods in the
heart He staggered few PAGES after his muir
Ierer who rc;reated down the corridor holding
hack the clerk two men who followed
back at the point OF his revolver. and then stag
gered into empty room. where he fell dead.
Rroderick and his companions pursued the MUIR
derer along the corridor. through narrow pas
aape and down the stairs He Sill held them back
with the revolver. but Brodcrick, taking a side
massage. reached the street at his side. There.
After a short chase, he was arrested. the revolver
still In his hand
At the West Thirty-seyenth-st station Pagan adj
mitted that he had shot Woods.
1.-THE man n stranger to me until met him
to-day, when landed from Philadelphia, he said.
but he robbed me. had TO shoot MIN In sell
defence"
search OF the clothes and seeping-room OF the
two men revealed the fact that Pagan was suffer-
ing from a de.usion far the robbery was
concerned
Pagan was brought before Justice Voorhis at the
Jefferson Market Police Court yesterday morning,
and at his request was held for examination
next Wednesday. He said: II was In my room,
and was Just getting into bed when Woods came
IN and struck me In the face. He tried to ROB me
and then he left the room put on my CLONES
and went downstairs to tell the clerk He came
upstairs with me. drew my revolver on the way