The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-05-29
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| ing his eyes from the glare of the furnace
| at which he stared. Bathurst having nm
ished checking the list Fulton had given
| him. betook himself TO the press. and the
| measured thud of the machine was the only
sound that broke the silence.
At last Dick Fulton shifted his seat
! little and glanced nervously around Tak-
ing out a handkerchief he passed IL over his
| forehead and then placed IL carefuliy IN
| his breast pocket. At that moment Bat
hurst looked around from his work and
What, are YOU warm7'' he asked.
/ YES said Fulton. nervousy.
| you're as pale as If you'd met ghost
"Or. what's worse. copper. said SANITY
| Silas.
"Oh. stop your palaver about coppers.'
said Bathurst. shortly. 1--WE don't love
them enough to either talk about them or
see them more than we can
He stopped short and started. Then he
held up his hand for silence and crept 10
the door. His keen ear had caught the sound
of footsteps overhead. He listened intently
then he whispered, "Douse the giirn-
| There's somebody upstairs
Its Jim said the fat man.
Jim hasn't got three p pair OF feet. you
Quick, put out the light,
Swift as lightning SANITY Silas rose to
| extinguish the lamp. Fulton, pale and ag-
| itated, sprang to his feet and supported
| himself by the corner of the table. AS the
| light went out the door suddenly few open
with a terrific crash, and a stentorian voice
| yelled:
Hands up. in the name of the law
There a moment of dread silence,
/ then rush of terrified men. the sound OF
struggles and blows; curses and oaths were
heard above the uproar; police. coiners.
| forms and tables crashed 10 the grounds
two pistol shots rang out in rapid success
and then by the glow from the furnace
man with light curly hair was seen TO slip
| through the doorway and dash up the
stairs followed by a man with white hand
| kerchief in his breast coat pocket.
The coiners were surrounded While the
sergeant and his men had waited at the
| 'front.' the others had made their way
| through yard at the back and were
posted around the house. guarding every
| evenue Of escape. Some were concealed N
the garden. others had taken possession Of
| the house the left, which was empty,
| the ordinary police had been warned. and
with the man who had taken the doorkeeper
| Jim to the station waited patiently for
| developments at both ends of the street n
| front. These watched the entry of the ser
geant, and the men drew silently nearer
| and nearer to the house.
Presently they saw the door OF the house
| open and crept eagerly forward. A man
came out with his overcoat on his arm:
| A policeman darted towards him. Here's
one of EN-" he said. when a plain clothes
man pulled him back.
Hes all right" he sard: then he whis-
the white handkerchief in his breast coat
pocket came UP to them
You know me?' he whispered.
"Yes What's up?"
They're taken-all but the boss"
And where's he?'
Making for the roof"
Right" answered the plain clothes man
| He won't get far. You slope"
| The man skunk off, and the plain clothes
man entered the house by the door Fulton
! had left He turned on his bull's-eye and
was about to dart upstairs when Sergeant
| Jenkins made his appearance from the
| kitchen. He was pale. and bleeding from
| the shoulder.
HAS he bolted?" he gasped. Have you
| let ham go?"
Hes upstairs. making for the roof" was
| the answer.
Then I'll have him." growled the SER
| geant, Il owe him one for my shoulder
The two men reached the first landing
when a shot at the back reached their ears.
| Hastily they threw the window up.
Look out. yelled a man ia the garden
| Hes on the leads"
Up the stairs they dashed In the top
| floor an open attic window showed how
Jack Bathurst had escaped. The sergeant
made an effort TO get through. but the cx-
ertion and the loss of blood were too great.
He sank back faintng. and dropped on TO
an old chair standing by the door.
second shot was heard outside Then
who had got out on the parapet reappeared
at the window. The sergeant looked up.
What is to- he asked.
Its all right" said the plain clothes
man. We've got him Donovan ,-owned
him beautifully three doors away"
The sergeant staggered TO his feet. As
he did so two figures appeared outside the
window, holding Jack Bathurst safely
handcufed.
They got him through the window. and
he stood in the center Of the room. Ser
geant Jenkins turned his lantern on and
looked at him. The cciner turned his head.
and The glare fell fun on him
speak, but the words died away. \ look
of horror came into his face, and then he
stumbled into the arms of the man near
est him and tainted dead away.
The Old Bailey was crowded The trial
of the gang of coiners who had flooded the
metropolis with bad money had reached
its conclusion. and the prisoners were on
the point of being led from the dock. Ser
geant Jenkins. looking pale and weak. had
given his evidence fairly and squarely. and
on his testimony the prisoners had been
convicted and sentenced 10 long terms q
imprisonment. One thing alone the ser
geant declined TO swear 10. and endeavored
TO gloss over. and that was that the head
of the gang was the person who shot HIM
Ii was dark, he said and he did not see
the prisoner till he was brought into the
attic. Then 10 the establishment of every
one JACK Bathurst had interrupted the
court and owned that liz was ne who had
fired the shot, and looking across at the
sergeant I'm a peculiar manner begged his
pardon and trusted he would forgive him.
The judge delivered sentence and compl3-
mented Detective Sergeant jenkins on The
cleverness and skill he had displayed in
Kidding society OF most dangerous gang
of criminals.
The prisoners were taken from the dock
and the sergeant was about 20 turn away
when the judge who knew him personally.
called him before him and inquired kindly
after his wound
The sergeant thanked his lordship and
said the wound in his shoulder was nearly
well.
"Ah." said his lordship. that's right
that's right You must make haste ana
quite recover, sergeant; there's always
| plenty of work for an officer like you
Il don't think your lordship viii see me
| again"
'Eh. whatr' calculated his lordship star
ing over his glasses at the sergeant "Oh.
see. going To rest on your iaureis You
think this case has made your name"
Yes, and broken nay heart, your lore
ship
81 don't understand" said the Judge
you will when l tell YOU. Your iordship
noticed that the principal prisoner begged
my pardon for wounding me-"
Yes.
HE was begging my pardon for woundins
me-not in the shoulder but IN my heart.
That prisoner-the secret il SAFE l know. in
your lordship's hands-that prisoner was
my SON."
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