The evening world., 1906-03-06
Warden and Police Clash
in Attempt to EX-
plain His Escape.
SUBSTITUTE is HELD.
"Cop Showed Ne Into Line, "
Says Innocent Peter
Quinn in Court.

Such Of the ancient wariers of Ray
moad Street Jail as nave teeth ale
| Enashing them to-day for another pris-
Cuer has vanished in the thin air OF
| Brooklyn Those who Oaven't teeth
are EnasnIng tneT gums.
Edward Wilson, VINO S said to be
one of tine cleverest oickpockets .hat
the training schools Of the BoWery
ever turned out, and lately prisoner,
IS missing His loss was discovered
in the Adams Street Court this after
noon.
The court officers say he must have
slipped out Of the old jail somewhat
as Frank Brown, the famous porch
climber, did on New Years Day. only
Wilson. unlike Brown, CONSIDERABLY
left behind a substitute to take his
name, his place, his tin plateand iron
spu5n. The keepers at the jail. scurry-
in gabout like mad, pause long enough
TO declare that Wilson was surely mis-
laid in transit on the way from his
cell TO the court pen in the black van
And here is the one undisputed fact
that stands out alone life fat olive
in iI'' dry martini-Mr. Edward Wilson,
alas "Cninese Teddy" has gone thence.
Last Friday there was grand
TuLlL-up OF 'ulDS ON tie DIluBG Cal -
Next morning tWenty-one, Of them faced
Magistrate DoOley in Adams Street.
Several were let go but Chinese
Teddy" didn't fare 50 well. He mad
been caught with the materials on. by
Gregory ii. Niles, a broker, of No. y
Wall street, whose sapphire scarfpin he
had cUveteG. He was remanded until
to-day, and the th0ughtless MAGISTRATE
carelsssly sent him to Raymond street
To-day old Joe Evans, who has been
driving T. e Sheriff's van ever since Long
Island sloughed off the Connecticut
mainland, backed the Black Maria to
at the jail received twenty prisoners
four women and sixteen men-sealed the
3oor Of his wagon and drove the cap
tives to the court, where they were un-
loaded in a little courtyard behind the
building.
twenty prisoners as they climbed out
of the van. lined them UP In double
file ard hustled them through the alley
way and upstairs to the pen. So far
This afternoon the case of Edward
dress. was called. He did not answer
to his name. The baIiffs searched the
pen. They accounted for twenty head
of prisoners from Raymond Street Jail,
but they didn't account for Wilson.
Tney called off the list.
A rough-looking young chap stepped
II don't belong here" he said. My
morning with a pack of cigarettes for
a friend OF mine who's in trouble, in
tending to slip it to him as he came
into court. All of sudden somebody
gave me a hard shove right into. the
line of prisoners. A policeman grabbed
me by the neck, jammed me into the
bunch, and here I am"
why didn't you make a holloa ?"
"Whats the use?" replied Peter Quinn
wenrily.
That's the situation Magistrate
Wahlc is holding Peter Quinn, but Peter
doesn't look thing in the world like
Edward Wilson. He isn't even dressed
like him.
The court officers say that the sub
stituton surely took place at the Jail
yester dav or the day before: that Quinn,
coming in as visitor, took Wilson )
place, and Wilson lust put on his hat
and strcllcd out past the turnkey . l.
Frank Prown. They swear that Quinn s
| story is of the airy fabric of which
| dreams are made.