Arizona republican., 1901-02-11

marked the friend, "I suppose the next thing that you will say Is that you shot Matthews" It was a lively race be- tween me and Matthews" said Je:- terds. ''If he had minded his own bus mess, I would not have killed him.. | The man in the boat with Jefferds | laughed. Why. Jefferds II was prov en in the Walton trial that you were in Brooklyn that night Jefferds sneer- ed Then he tcld how. after shooting Matthews, he had turned the corner and lay hidden under stoop until the crowd whirled by. Then he slowed the pistol in a crevice in the wall and jumped on 9 Fourth avenue car. Op- posite the Astor house he dashed down Broadway to Whitehall street, leaped on a ferryboat just going out and was soon sitting in the public room of the hotel with other loungers. Jefferd's friend pooh -poGhed the whole story.
 About a week after this Jefferds and his friend came to this city to have a good time. The two ended their bout in a tavern called "The Store in Beel- CT street As they were coming out a policeman arrested Jefferds. For what?' quer!ed Jefferds. For the mur- der of John W. Matthews" Fiddle sticks replied the young man, the man who killed Walton killed Mat waltonmyemt O. .dbft,aao nep;orhwas.k thews, and I was acquitted of killing Walton. What a farce" Jefferds beg ged his summer friend to visit him of ten.
 A year and a half had passed since Walton's murder. The trial of Jefferds f1n' the Matthews murder came on. Jeff ferd's summer friend had not abandon ed him. He sat beside him every day in the court room. Jefferds was cool and unconcernad. He was confldant of acquittal He said so to his friend fre- quently and his friend nodded his head and smiled as if tJ say They have a pGor case"
 One day during the trial, Jefferds turned deathly pale. He clutchad the chair in front of him for support. HIS eyes fairly started out of his head. His friend had left his side and gone to the witness stard at the beck of the dis trict attorney. These were the ques- tions Jefferds heard the district attor- ney ask and the answers of his friend:
 ''What is your name?"
 William V. Moore
 What is your occupatiOn?"
 Member of the Metropolitan police force!
 Then came the rest-all that summer friends story of what Jefferds had told him about the killing of Matthews. But what of that wi,hout corrgborative evidence? IL came. The pistol that was hidden in the wall. Two bullets were missing. The ones that killed Walton and Matthews were of the same calibre. They fitted the pistol. More than that-Moore had found the man who had sold the pistol L. Jefferds. II identified it.
 Guilty of murder in the first degree" was the verdict of the jury.
 Jefferds was never hanged. While the trial was on the law abclishing cap ital punishment was repealed. so under the then existing law he was to remain h prison for a year under sentence of death, and then when the governor should fix date he was to be hanged. Hut n1 governor cared to make himself the hangman, and so Jefferds remained l4.tie pSIHtbudlIs ullGti tut SSlllt lltt Ol death. But one day he himself was murdered by fellow convict who d. [ mist cut his head off with an axe while i JeffeTds was reading a novel in tn. 1 hay loft in he jail yar1. And strange to say the convict who killed him was acquitted when put on trial.
 As for Moore, the happlest day Of his | life was when he heard of the death of ! Jefferds, who had sworn if he could l ever get out of prison 1t would be to kill Moore. Mo2re was for years after this terrible detective work a clerk ;n | he detective office in Mulberry street | when John A. Kennedy was sup5rintpn- dent of police. He never got over th2 | terror of Jefford's threat to take his | lie. and gradually broke down, became | half dame ntei. ard sank cut of exis- | tence.
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