The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-03-29
DETECTIVES DIG UpDYNAMIYE.
MORANS SIXTY POUNDS FOUND
WHERE HE SAID 1T WAS.

Expedition 10 North Bergen Recognizes
he Place From the Ranges He Gave
and the PhotOgraph-Within Easy
Scent OF the Seeaucus Pork Industry.
The police Of Jersey City really found
that sixty pounds Of stolen explosives
yesterday in. North Bergen, put where
Dynamiter Moran had confessed that he
had buried it, and, incidentally to the 4s
hour search, Abel Brown, superintendent
OF the police telegraph system, proved
that he had the most efficient sense OF smell
for sleuthing purposes in the whole depart
ment. Moran was honest enough when
he gave the directions as printed In THE
SUN yesterday "to enter 4 field, face the
northeast, locate a big boulder and then
sight two smaller boulders a little to the
NORTH That was all right, 30 far as 1t
went, said Detective William Blackshaw,
but he added, where the devil was the
field we were TO enter?" Moran had not
been so definite on that point.
I'VE turned OF one of the plank roads,
Hackensaok or Paterson, l don't know
which, he said, and then went west until
something began to smell 30 bad that we
couldn't stand it any longer. Then we
turned into the field through a hole in a
fence and buried the dynamite about ten
inches under the sod
1T must have been the tow of Secaucus
that he emelled,' said Detective Sergeant
Bennett, who is as quick at deductions as
Brown Is on odors. Secaucus Is that jersey
village, on the north end Of Snake Hill, to
which much Of the garbage Of New York
goes and from which much pork comes.
Nearby towns. less aromatio but less indus
trious, jealousy call the place Swilltown.
But Browns theory, although correct still
left a lot Of real detective work to be done,
for there are three roads leading across the
marshes to S~ecaucus, and Moran had not
been able to give any definite idea as to
whether he was a nea or a far sneller.
So each road had to be tried in turn and on
the first attempt Chief Murphy's own nos
trils were depended upon, he being the
ranking officer Of the searching party. But
Chief Murphy had a bad cold in the head
and he led the expedition much too far
west, almost up to the outer ridges of gar
bage that surround the town. That was
on Tuesday morning. In the afternoon
the searchers set out again on the second
road, the one that leads off from the Hacken-
sack pike, where a wagon tire is tied to a
pole for any citizen to beat upon If he dis
coveres a fire in Homestead. That was
he wrong road. anyway, but the party
stopped to look for boulders when Black
shaw's nose got keen on the Secaucus scent.
There were the boulders, of course, for you
can't throw a stone in any direction on the
slope Of the Palisades without hitting a
boulder. Between two Of them they dug
for an hour without results. Then the
searchers withdrew to Jersey City head
quarters to wait for the daylight Of yester-
Chief .Murphy's cold was no better, 90
Abel Brown was put in command.
He turned of from the plank road at the
Moulin Rouge. The sign of the place is
q red wheel with fans attached to a pole
and 80 rugged that when the wind is blow
ing toward Seoaucus the wheel will revolve
rapidly, and perhaps attract passersby in
to sit and drink on the back porch over
looking Snake Hill and the Hacke nsack
Valley. When the wind is blowing from
Secaucus the wheel doesn't turn. It would
catch no trade il it did, for nobody would
stop to be fast n devilish.
It was the red wheel that the detectives
turned west to look for clues along the
third road. Each man carried a snow
shovel, not caring to hit sixty pounds Of
dynamite with the edge of a steel spade,
and all were shifting the air as they picked
spector Archibod got the first clue, but it
was false, investigation showing it to be
the free lunch cheese in the bar OF a road
house nesting in the foothills. Black
shaw and Bennett wanted to call a prem
allure halt too, but Brown reminded
them that Moran had said that he went
west just as far as he could stand it.
Abel Brown had no sooner got the words
out than he grabbed his nose and stopped
as suddenly as if he had run against a barbed
wire fence.
I'VE are near the treasure" he said, and,
sure enough, right there there was a hole
in a fence, All the detectives made their
way across the open ditch to the fence.
Blackshaw proudly called attention to a
compass on his watch chain and with that
intendent's nose, they faced northeast.
There was a big boulder dead ahead. not
more than 200 feet from the road. They
marched to that. glanced at Blackshaw's
charm and picked out north. There were
two small boulders again dead ahead, and
between them the diggers found a tin trunk
80 inches long, and half as wide, containing
the sixty pounds of stolen dynamite.
The patrol wagon, which had been left
at the Moulin Rouge, was brought up from
pla iced in it gingerly, and the police drove
back at a walk to the Central avenue station.
Jersey City, where an agent OF the North
River tunnel builder from whom the ex-
plosive had been stolen identified the
property. 1t was then taken to a maya.
zine on Snake Hill for safe keeping until
it is needed IN court as evidence against
Moran's confederates.
1t was the most exciting day on the Ridge
sinoe the posthumous baby was born at
West Hoboken 70 the widow of Bresci,
the man who killed King Humbert. A
crowd surrounded the shovel bearing de-
tectives when they found the dynamite,
and after they had gone scores Of people
went over to look at the hole in the ground.