Los Angeles herald., 1906-08-24
"POLICEI OH, P0LICEP
THE SCREAMS THEY HEAR
EIGHTEEN sLEUTHs FIND PAR.
ROT THAT WANTED COFFEE
Telephone Alarm Sends New York De-
tectives and Newspaper Men on a
Wild Chase to Rescue Dsmsel In
pistress-It's a laxative Poll
Special to The Herald.

Special to The Herald.
NEW YORK, Aug. 2s.-"To Thirty
first street and Fifth avenue; run, run.
All, will nobody go? Can you not pity
women2 They are killing her and no
one comes when she screams. Her
haunting, horrid screams. At Thirty
first street and Fifth avenue. Col"
Such was the telephone message that
thrilled police headquarters at 10
o'clock last night. A surcharged femi-
nine voice somewhere out In the great,
unheeding city unfolded it to the man
on the desk, who sent 1t in succinct
form to the West Thirtieth street sta
ton, where into the street went eigh-
teen hatless and coatless detectives and
reserves, with some reporters and citi-
zens.
At the place Of killing they found
only silence and some caretakers smok-
ing pipes on the imposing front stoops
Of the ultra rich. The caretakers wore
the contented expressions of those who
don't care IL the owners would ever
come back. A child teasing a cat was
the nearest approach to anybody killing
anything. But as men are wont in the
face of an absurdlty the detectives
deployed into areaways up and down
stoops and around corners. Still no
killing.
But a little girl came and made state
ments. She had seen in the dusk Of
late evening women dash up in a great
black automobile. They had entered
a house, the little girl didn't know
which house, but she was sure It was a
mustaches and looked like Spaniards
or Italians, and the woman was crying
as she went up the steps. One of the
men hissed something close to her ear,
and as the door closed-behind the four,
the woman uttered a long, piercing
scream. Afterward, the little girl
thought, but she wasn't sure, that she
had heard the sound of q body falling.
The automobile was in a garage over
near Fourth avenue.
Subdividing themselves the sleuths
began a house-to-house canvass for the
three fierce men and the pale beauty.
They encountered principally care
takers, who resented the invasion of
their respectable neighborhood. But at
last in a quiet residence they found
three sane men in unimpeachable even
ing attire listening to very much of a
lady singing French songs. The little
girl discreetly lost herself in the crowd.
The ends Of justice met, the guar
dams of our laws were marching out Of
the story when
Police! Po-lice!"
Hark! hist!
Police, Oh, police!" louder, shriller,
wilder than before.
A caretaker arose and said:
"She wants her coffee. I can tell"
"She wants what, you blockhead? d?
She's being killed; come show U.S."
Eighteen strong men, some reporters
and citizens surged up to a third story
in the wake Of diminutive Teuton
with short legs. AS he went he be-
sought them not to finger mark the
wall papers and muddy the carpets.
But they bore him on, reviling him.
On the window sill of the third story
front was the voice that had cried out
in the night.
1t belonged to parrot in a brass
cage and from the top bars of It's cage
1t was hanging head downward and
crying in its amiable way:
"Police! Murder! Policei"