The morning call., 1894-03-24
You hadn't nilro-glycerine in the

on nadn't nltro-glyeerlne In the
bo;tle?"
mo. it was alcohol. / threw the bottle
away in the vacant lot, near the fence, be-
fore they caught me. If they search there
they will find it,"
What is your name?'
Frederick Bonnemont."
Are you quite sure it is not William
Fredaricks? Are you the man who killed
Sheriff Pascoe and shot Brakeman Bruce ?'
AT this unexpected question the prisoner
quivered on the bed. He shifted his posi-
tion and then made up his mind at once
and said defantly:
II am William Fredericks. That is.
they call me that, bu. my real name is
William Frederick Bunnemont l didn't
kill Sheriff Pascoe nor Bruce. The story
is ridiculous. 1t was started by Warden
Aull for his own petty spite. l never
killed the Sheriff"
ibid you carry arms in to John Sontag
at Folsom? ?"
Yes. did. crawled past the guards
at night and hid the arms where they
could be found. l wanted Williams and
Sontag to escape"
Where were you when Pascoe was
killed?''
Il was at Bear Valley. in Mariposa
County, waiting for Williams and Sontag
to join me. / read in the paper how they
had failed, and then skipped into Merced.
L wasn't anywhere near Grass Valley at
the time. The story is ridiculous. It's all
Warden Aul's spite. that is. ] never have
been in trouble of this kind before"
What did YOU intend 10 do 10 Brighton,
the detective?"
Nothing at all that know of"
why did You have his picture in your
possession and his name marked down?"
"Oh, nothing much. l hadn't any grudge
against Brighton. | wouldn't hurt him or
any other man who didn't injure me-
"Herrick didn't injure you"
"Ob, that's different," returned the
prisoner, confidently. That was in self
defense. He began TO shoot at ME. Why,
lie didn't even know if was in earnest or
fooiiDg."
The prisoner refused to say who the
photographs in bis pocRet-book were, ex-
cept that the man was his father. He said
he wanted to conceal from his folks his
condition, and stated that lie had wife
and child living back East. He denied
ever having been in Denver, and remarked
had lots Of Dracticing Oh cattle ranges.
Fredericks admitted having meditated the
robbery of the bank for DAYS. He had. he
said, often peered in through the windows
until he had thus gained a pretty clear
idea of the location Of things inside.
II went there" he said in a burst of
confidence, because [ knew there were
only TWO men there. and L guessed | could
manage two easily enough. Ii had once
got away with the stuff the police could
never have got me again"
How long were you thinking up this
robbery"
"Oh. several days. l thought sure the
fellow would give up when he saw the
'bottle.''
Had you any accomplice p"
mo. l did it all myself. 1 didn't need
accomplces in job like that. But that
cashier was an awful iool.''
When the artists OF the different news
papers entered the room 10 sketch him
Frederlcks showed no dislike to being put
on paper. He remained quiet, looking
out of his uncovered eye at the groups in
the room. No remorse was manifested by
hlm. His whole conversation showed
more of disposition on his part to blame
the cashier for not giving up to him at the
first. lie seemed to court the notoriety his
conduct has given him.