The morning times., 1895-08-18
eouIa escape three cold LEAD pellets in the

could escape three cold lead pellets in the
neck
| Investigated the case with an eye 10
! handing the story TO one Of the news
! papers besides inStructing the pupil Il
took week TO find out the facts and 1t rat
| tied me a little myself 1 had begun 10
think that Congressman B had been bur
| led in the cellar or a tun Of wine ike Duke
| Clarence, when discovered by a mere aC-
| cideut by listening TO conversation On
a street car, that senator Jones had won
pretty considerable sum from Congressman
| B on three aces The argot OF the game Has
it that the loser got three bullets III the
neck, and that is the way the man at the
| Arlington end of the wire got the story,
| Ny student had fallen down flat ON the
technique OF poker.
| VICTIM OF A TELEPHONE MYSTERY.
l was the victim myself once of tele-
phone mystery that would have made NJ.
Lecoq scratch his head.
was at the Navy Yard terminus of the
Green line on one OF the dreadful nights OF
the blizzard last winter. i was in the Of
flee very late, having taken refuge there
from the storm, being in that neighOorhood
on other detective business than tele-
phone interpretations
1t was about half hour after mid
night still, small voice came over tks
wire in the jingle of the telephone bell
The clerk Went to it Iazily, and this is
what l heard him say:
who was it?-No 2l2, eh?-Well,
running over the dead man viii be
serious thing for them in the morning
This was enough for me. / hastily asked
the clerk where did it happen. He politely
| told me at the Georgetown end OF the line
| and lost no time ingetting there onthenext
! car which, by the way, was the last. Ar
rived there, inquired hastily whatthey had
! done with the body?
What body?' said the night watchman.
why, the body No. 212 ran over little
while ago"
No 212 didn't run over no corpse. He
run over the dead man and busted the
grip and tore the, cable"
For the benefit of other people who
| don't know it, should say that the cable
| car men call the dead man an upright
| piece of iron at the terminus which, in
order to pass, they must let 20 the grip
| or there will be an underground collision
| with disastrous consequences.
l walked back TO Tenth street that night,
where 1 held a solitary inquest over my
] conclusion
THE STORY-wRITER'S STORY.
About year ago a friend OF mine who
writes syndicate stories was arrested as
lie ran gaily with a typewriter, female out
of his office door on Fourteenth street at
about 1910 m. His story OF the ad-
venture is quite dramatic, aud I'll tell it
. a.
Il was up a little later than usual he
said, "in order to dictate the last chapter
| of 'Blunders of the Police was talking
this thrilling chapter in an excited man
ner into the graphophUne when question
| of police custom entered into the details
| | was doubtful and asked the typewriter to
| ring up police headquarters. 1 wanted
| to talk to Morehedd.
1.-The connection was made promptly,
| but l was too much interested III some
| graphic work / was doing 10 respond
promptly, so the typewriter held the phone,
| while went on debating the story at this
pace:
For the love of God. MacGregor,
won't some one call the police? They are
| killing me-
stop his mouth shricked Arabella
or the house VIII be pulled, &c
Artera few more sentences esthecatastrophe
was reached The typewriter was still
| holding the phone in her hand like an obe
dent girl, and that's why we were arrested
| PLACED UNDER ARREST.
I'VE had hurried down stairs TO catch the
last car when the patrol wagon rolled up
| the sagacious sleuth hounds rolled out and
"MacGregor" and "Arabella' were at